Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 28- It All Ends Here

Word Count- 2469

TW: violence, minor gore, mentions of torture, implied abuse, and more angst. (I was too excited not to post)

//

The door swung open, and for one horrible moment Dream prepared himself for the worst. Then, he heard a soft gasp and someone ran over to him and flipped him over, swearing angrily to themself. Dream cracked his eyes open, still expecting some new form of torture. Fundy's worried face was nearly as bad.

"Hey," Dream rasped out, his throat on fire. He couldn't remember the last time he had anything to drink, but it must have been recent because the tang of blood and gunpowder was gone from his mouth. Thick cloth was wrapped around his face, he could feel it rubbing against sensitive skin. Something had happened recently.

"Hey yourself, you look like a mess," Fundy said, eyebrows scrunched together in concern. "What have they been doing to you?"

Dream held up his fingernail-less hands, watching Fundy flinch back in revulsion. They looked like they had scabbed over now, which was a relief, but who knew when he'd have nails again.

"Oh good gods."

"There are no gods here, only demons. You're not a hallucination, right," Dream asked suddenly, the idea hitting him. "Cause that would just be a fresh layer of hell."

"I'm not," Fundy promised. "How did you get these?" He gently ran his fingers over Dream's hand and a shock of pain jolted through him.

"What," Dream asked, pulling his hand towards him and squinting at it. Sure enough, there was a jagged starburst of a wound covering the back of it, the tissue still red and bleeding. Some places were scabbed over. There were holes in his damned hands.

"Hold on, I need a light," Fundy said, sounding scared. There were a few moments of awkward shuffling, then the lights turned on and Dream felt his body seize.

He was back in the room, the ropes were burning away, and the fireworks were creating a canvas of suffering.

"DREAM!"

"No, no more, please, I'll be good," Dream whimpered, twitching.

"Dream, it's me," Fundy said, trying to grab his shoulders. He twitched away, tears falling.

"Are you here to ruin me Fundy? What is your purpose?"

"They..." Fundy swallowed, looking shaken. His face was bloodless. "They're executing you today. Before they accidentally kill you in interrogations. That's how Jack put it at least. Dream, I need to patch you up and get these bandages off-,"

"Oh. Does, does Wilbur know?"

"I'm not sure," Fundy responded carefully, unwrapping the bandages around Dream's face. He had to hide his horror when his sight didn't improve at the loss of the cloth. When the bandages were gone and Fundy had gagged a few times, he opened a bag and pulled out some sort of poultice. He popped open the lip and the scent of something leafy wafted over.

"All they gave me was aloe," Fundy said sadly, scooping a gloop of the green gel onto his fingers and spreading it on the worst of Dream's burns. "I'm sorry, I wish I had more."

"It's fine," Dream responded hazily, feeling the immediate relief of the cold gel. "I'm gonna die anyway, you shouldn't use important stuff on me."

"I hate you," Fundy responded without venom. "I hate how logical you're being."

"Would you rather me go back to the shivering ball," Dream snapped.

"Sure," Fundy said just as curtly, snapping the container closed. "Just stop being a pain in the ass for once."