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∝╬══→ tw: allusions to sadism, slight gore.
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LOCATION PEACEFUL NEIGHBORING CUBE.
"y/n, you don't even know what the fuck you're getting into."
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⊶⊷⊶⊷ the dream team house / resting after treading foreign cubes ⊶⊷⊶⊷
SAPNAP LET OUT AN AUDIBLE WINCE in pain, clenching his fist until his knuckles turn white. bad looked up from his work. he was currently stitching an old wound up that was at sapnap's ribs. when bad held a concerned gaze for a moment, it was replaced by a small smile as sapnap began chuckling, nodding for him to continue tending his wound.
bad finished up within a little while, making sure the stitch was closed before putting a thick bandage on it. he looked down at his work and smiled. "that's quite the wounds, muffin." bad said rather proudly, his hands at his hips. sapnap chuckled at him. "yeah it's gonna leave a scar. so are these." sapnap gestured to the deepened claw marks on his chest that were in the healing process. "you like using those damn dogs of yours don't you?" sapnap said, smirking. bad giggled. "you don't know how much fun it is when they attack you." he teased playfully.
meanwhile, outside of the house in the sunlit patches of green grass blades stood a stoic body, pulling his arm back while holding a bow string. when george released his fingers, the arrow hit the red bullseye on the target. "good boy." dream said under his breath, walking by and sitting on the ground to the side with a sharpened knife, watching george practice. george felt his muscles suddenly tense up, causing him to grip at the bow tighter. dream has been pressuring him to do something that he never wanted to do in the beginning.
to be quite honest, george never really liked nor craved sadism as much as his friends did. he will admit he did participate in the manhunts in other cubes and had the time of his life, running around all alone either as predator or prey. but once y/n got involved, he began to back off, a sour taste being left in his mouth. dream only took this to his advantage. he decided that he could use george to get y/n for himself. he knew george's weaknesses better than anyone else. he was able to tame the man like a master should. whether george liked hurting you or not, he was determined to make him like it.
i mean who couldn't romanticize you with all those bruises from only one of the four men that were tempted to hunt you down with every fiber of their being. so that's why george felt tense around dream's presence. he couldn't tell a soul about the things dream would tell him in his sleep, or the way dream would tease him with light touches during training. george's aim could only improve from dream's techniques. as self aware as george can be, he fell for it, releasing the string and letting the arrow fly into a robin hood, the wood audibly splitting apart [basically when an arrow is shot into an arrow and it splits the previous arrow in half. think of merida from brave]. dream responded by throwing his knife, landing right next to it. he stood up, hyperventilating. "keep it up." dream encouraged.
