Bottom Dream Oneshots 2.0

Abusive Dreamity - We'll get you he- oh nevermind

Dreamity (Dream x Quackity)
Not a request
TW:
- Abuse
- No, actually, torture is more accurate
- Quackity isn't a good person
- Dream tries to get him help but you'll seeee
- Death
- Blood
- Someone gets arrested 
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He steadied his shaky hands as he lifted his cup, sipping a bit of the liquid inside. He tried not to look at his hands or arms, not wanting those memories to flood back. Dream preferred keeping the two sides of his love separate, it made everything easier for him. Although, he knew it was coming to that time again, when he'd have to calm him down again.

He took another sip of his drink, noting the taste. Ah. He seemed to have gone back to his original tactics and drugged Dream's drink. Well, whatever he wanted to do to begin it all. Dream laid his head down on the table as things began to spin, he always hated it. Everything went black.

When Dream opened his eyes, he didn't panic. He was used to waking up in new places, besides, he knew his love would never kill him, so he didn't worry. Dream knew he'd be spending ages trying to clean and bandage his wounds when this was done.

He tensed slightly when he heard a door slam- he was really mad, that was obvious. His lover was very against doors being slammed, he always found it unnecessary and annoying. "Fuck it all. Stupid people asking stupid questions for stupid reasons.." His lover mumbled.

"Babe, what happened?" Dream asked, looking over to him. Quackity just crossed his arms, clenching his fists. Dream took that as him not wanting to talk. He closed his eyes after seeing Quackity raise one of his fists, feeling the impact on his cheek. He let his head be pushed to the side with the punch, making a small sound of pain.

Quackity kept punching him, content to stick to that for a while. Once that wasn't working for him, he grabbed one of the knives he kept down there. Dream went to say something, to see if he could get his love talking to him, but the man shut him up by instantly bringing the knife up to his face, carelessly cutting from his jaw to his left eye.

"Shut the fuck up." Quackity growled out, cutting into his shoulder and smiling as the blood quickly began to rush out. He cut mindlessly, only thinking about avoiding veins, arteries, and anything that could kill Dream.

The eye was a mistake, he had meant to just cut his cheek and get close to his eye- but Dream hadn't passed out yet, so Quackity would tell himself it was fine and just continue to cut away. Dream eventually couldn't hold in the sounds of pain he had previously been silencing, crying out as his love cut his signature smile across his chest.

Dream kept whimpering, sobbing and screaming- he was used to the pain, and yet he couldn't keep himself quiet. Quackity seemed to enjoy that more, continuing to cut away. Soon though, he started to seem upset, more so than before.

He stopped cutting Dream, clenching his fists and staring straight forwards. "My dear, I love you. Please- talk to me-" Dream tried, cut off when a hand was put around his neck. Squeezing. Dream let himself slowly relax, knowing even a small mistake could set Quackity off again.

Dream smiled softly at the one with a hand around his neck, breathing as well as he could. His love was breathing sporadically, his hands were shaking. Dream leaned into the hand keeping his head up, making sure he was composed enough before speaking.

"Ease your breath.." Dream began, demonstrating with his own breathing. Even with his blurred vision, he could see his lover listen. "Untie my hands." He continued, keeping his voice soft and gentle. His dear never took being yelled at well, especially not during times like this. The times he lost control, the times he often left Dream struggling to move.

Dream slowly raised his hands when they were released from their bindings, putting one of them on the other's cheek and the other hand going to the one around his neck. "Release my neck, if you can.." Dream felt the hand loosen, carefully pulling it away from his neck and holding it in his own hand.

He watched as tears began to build in his love's eyes- it had been a while since that happened. "You don't h-have to be like that," Dream stammered, looking away to cough. His love, Quackity, fell to his knees, Dream running a hand through his hair.

"Don't be afraid.. It's not a trap." Dream held him close- he'd try to see if he could convince Quackity to go see someone who could help. As much as Dream loved him, he knew it couldn't go on like this, not if they wanted to be happy, truly happy. He let him cry for a while, not concerned at how he ended up in this situation.

Eventually, Quackity calmed down enough to get up, leaving the area quickly. Dream sighed sadly, wishing he would at least help Dream with the injuries. Whatever, it didn't matter. Dream shakily stood up, putting a hand over his bleeding eye. He had no idea how he was going to explain that one.

He made his way to the bathroom, sitting down on the floor after grabbing a bunch of bandages and some stuff to clean the injuries. He did it all as quickly but carefully as he could, washing his hands immediately after finishing it all. The floor had blood all over it, causing Dream to wince and walk out.

He went to his room and laid down, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately. He woke up the next morning with two arms around him, holding him tight. Dream just closed his eyes again, not wanting to deal with the pain or hear his love's possible apologies. Or so he thought.

He didn't end up waking up again, he hadn't woken up the first time either. He had died in his sleep, but Quackity didn't want to believe it and kept holding on- leading Dream to believe he was still alive. He was a ghost, a spirit.

The doctors explained to Quackity that it was likely due to the loss of blood and the stress he was likely under. Days later, Quackity was arrested for the abuse, torture and murder he committed. He was sentenced to life in prison, where he would not only be kept from harming more people, but he'd be given the help he needs as well.

Nobody addressed it for weeks, too distraught to believe that Dream, their friend, the major content creator, the son, the brother, had been killed by Quackity- even if it was claimed to be unintentional. 

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Okay i really didn't mean to kill Dream off like that but it kinda just happened?
Ik this isn't great but I got a song stuck in my head and i had to get it out somehow sooo this happened
ily all <3<3