Death Playground

The Feast Part 2

I'm back, bitches, bros, non-binary hoes and transgender cloves (idfk what to say anymore-)

Tw's: Death, fucking insanity, Dream being a tormentor, knives.

Letsa go!- Mario, when we needed him most. ಥ‿ಥ
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Bad's POV

I- I'm going insane. I can feel it in me, swallowing me whole. Dream... Killed... Skeppy... Everyone I love... I can't take this.

"OI! Motherfuckers! Come get some food!" we heard a guard yell.

I slowly stood up and went to the table. I sat down, my anger boiling inside me. Oh, how I wanted to just plunge a knife into Dream's throat. But I couldn't.

Suddenly, our food appeared and I got a note with something attached to mine.

Hey! There's poison encased in this note, Bad. Use it on the person you hate the most when their back is turned. Sorry about Skeppy :(

-Front Man (or Galaxy :D)

Poison? What use is poison to me? I mean, sure, it can kill people-

Then it clicked.

Poison! I can poison Dream with this!!

When Dream turned around to torment Wilbur, I opened the bottle and poured it onto his food. It looked the same, but glossier. Perfect.

I sat back down and started to eat my food. It was steak, with blue decorative flowers. It reminded me of Skeppy.

Wait, no, don't think about Skeppy. You're just gonna trigger some random stuff-

Suddenly, the sound of choking ringed in my ears. I looked around to see Dream absolutely fine. Huh?

Then who could be choki-

"HELP!"

Wilbur's raspy voice filled the air. I looked at his plate, and saw the shine of the poison on his steak. Shoot, did Dream swap with him?

"No-one's going to help you, Wilbur. Not even your petty little brother." Dream laughed as he said this. The knife I had in my hand would look very nice in his throa-

No no no, don't get violent.

Wilbur's body hit the ground. He was dead. Shi-shoot.

"You think I can't recognize poison, Bad? Well, let's give you something you can't avoid." Dream whipped around and threw a knife at me. I caught it in my hand.

"Real mature, Dream."

"What, you never threw knives when you were my age?"

"Of course I did! I never miss."

I threw the knife back at Dream. It hit him right where his heart was. Bullseye.

I walked up to his now convulsing body. I knelt down and picked up his face.

"Told you I never miss." I said, and I let go of his face.
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TWO MURDERS IN ONE, BABY, LET'S GOOOOO!