Forgotten Until Now

Chapter One- Accidently murdered

*Cough Cough T.W.S. Torture- Cough Cough*

Quackitys P.O.V.-

 It has been over a year since Dream has been imprisoned. He has said nothing about the book, even through the countless torture he is put through. You would think that someone who is already insane would at least slip, but no. This... this man, he is so stubborn. No matter the different methods I use, nothing works. It's so-... annoying.

Quackity pushed the book across the table out of anger. He slammed the quill on the table and got up with ease, making his way out the door and down the hall. He turned sharply down the corridor and started down the stairs to his basement. He grabbed the key from his pocket and slid it through the lock.

He opened the door and stepped in. He stopped to admire all of his tools for a moment, most of which were still covered in Dreams blood. He walked over and scanned the wall, looking for anything new. His eyes fell on something clean. He smiled and grabbed it off the wall. "Looks like I will be having more fun than usual." He said with a malicious grin.

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Dreams P.O.V-

Dream let out a pained sigh, clutching the still bleeding wound on his arm. Yesterday, Quackity stabbed him with a boiling hot knife. He wanted to scream, to cry for help, but Sam never cared. He curled up on the obsidian floor, which was already stained with his blood. He was tired of the countless torture that Quackity had been putting him through these past months.

Might he even say that he has been thinking of simply walking into the lava, so he would endure no more pain. That's when he heard it. The sound of Redstone work being turned on, and the heat slightly decreasing. A look of fear overtook Dream's face as he stared across the lava, seeing no one other than the one who haunted his nightmares. Quackity.

Something was strapped to his back, but he couldn't tell what it was at the distance. He was still clutching his arm rather tightly as he sat up, groaning at the new headache that formed. 'Great.' He muttered, staring at Quackity with nothing but hatred.

"Dream- My man! How have you been?!" He yells from across the room. Dream doesn't answer as Quackity gets on the platform, and it starts moving towards the cell. Sam is simply watching, looking bored as heck. As soon as Quackity reaches the end he gets off of the platform and waits for Sam to deactivate the gate.

Sam does this as the moving blocks return to their place, immediately leaving the room after letting the lava fall back down. Quackity walks up to Dream and says, "What did I say to do when spoken to?" He asked Dream with a glare.

"To answer," Dream said, leaning against the wall, wanting to relieve the pain in his head. Quackity was now in the corner sharpening his ax, occasionally looking at Dream.

"So, want to tell me anything new about that revival book you have?" Quackity asked, strapping the ax to his back.

Dream smiled. "Do you really think that after all these months, today would be the day that I tell you?" He let out a forced laugh. "GOD, Quackity! You're so desperate!"

Dream's laughter was cut off by a punch to his face. He winced, bringing his free hand to carefully touch the now-forming bruise. "What did I say about talking back?" Quackity asked, glaring at Dream with a hint of insanity.

Dream simply looked down, submitting to Quackity. "Ha, that's what I thought." He said with a smile. "Now, I brought something new I wanted to play with, so why don't you just sit back and feel the pain you deserve." He said, pulling out what looked like a sledgehammer. 

Dream wanted to fight back, but he let Quackity hit him. The first hit was to his thigh. It hurt like crap, but he didn't scream. The next one was sent to his chest. He was thrown to the wall by the force. He screamed in agony, as he heard the sickening crack of a rib snap.

Dream seemed to have forgotten where he was. A field  of flowers erupted around him, and Quackity was gone; Sapnap and George next to him. Their smiles widened, laughing at a joke Sapnap had made. How Dream mocked Georges's British accent-

Quackity threw another blow to his chest, this time to the other side. Another scream escaped his lips, again hearing yet another loud crack. His mind flashed to L'manberg. How happy they seemed before he stepped in and ruined everything. How happy they had been before they blew it up. He saw fire. Flames everywhere-

Another hit, but it was to his upper chest. At first, he was quiet, since the breath was knocked out of him, but he still yelped at the pain that was engulfing him. He wanted nothing more than for it to stop. He was in his secret base with Tommy and Tubbo. The way they looked when he said he would kill Tubbo. The look of fear and hatred in their eyes-

Quackity kicked Dream in the side, sending him across the floor. Dream winced, as he couldn't find his voice to scream again. He tried to look anywhere but at Quackity, His once bright green eyes seemed dull.

 He was in the prison room, Tommy on the floor curled up into a ball, shaking madly. Blood dripped from his face, it soaked his dirty clothes. He whispered for help, for Sam, but nobody came. Dream lifted his hand to hurt the boy once more-

Quackity dropped the hammer onto Dream's waist. Any ribs that were still in contact snapped in half, with dream letting out a blood-curdling scream. Quackity picked up the hammer and decided he was bored. He began to leave, hearing the sobs of Dream.

Right before he called Sam, he heard chuckling. Dream was laughing. Of all things, he was freaking laughing.

Quackity let out a sigh, turning around to see Dream's tear-stained face with a slight smile. Quackity just assumed he finally lost his marbles and turned back around to call Sam. Dream, though, had to speak first.

"I...I..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I really f*cked up didn't I?" He said with a smile. He broke into a fit of coughing, Quackity simply watching. "Yes, you did," Quackity responded in a hard tone. Quackity realized something seemed off. The way Dream said that seemed like it was genuine like he really meant it.

"I'm sorry... tell George and Sap... Tell George, Sap, and Tommy that... I'm sorry..." Dream managed. With every breath Dream took, blood filled his lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe. Why? Well, when you have a broken rib and you're thrown around too much It can puncture your lung. That is exactly what happened. He closed his eyes, falling into eternal sleep.

"Oh, sh*t," Quackity muttered, walking up to Dream, checking his pulse. He felt a faint heartbeat. "F*CK!" Quackity yelled, throwing the hammer at the wall with everything he had. A crack appeared across the obsidian. "SAM! SAM- GET SOMEONE IN HERE- SAM!

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Dream ended up dying two days later, from a lethal infection in his lungs. When his broken ribs punctured his lungs, they started to bleed, and tear with every movement he made. It was not taken care of soon enough, as when they did the surgery they found it was too late. 

There was a funeral, but those who came were the ones who either were afraid to miss it, or to mock his death. The only ones who seemed to truely care was George and Sapnap, even though you could tell it effected George the most. 

George fell into depression, and shortly after, attempted to kill himself.

He failed.

Quackity and Punz on the other hand did not give up. Quackity searched and searched for the revival book, just as much as Punz. 

Neither of them ever found it.

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-Your author, Just_dreaming<3

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