paint splattered scars || dnf

Comedy At It's Finest

It's been a week I think? Sorry for not posting anything. This chapter's sorta a mess because I wrote half of it last night while sleep deprived after the homecoming dance so if you see any spelling mistakes no you don't.

I promise I'll start posting more consistently soon, just gotta get back in the groove of school n stuff.

The first half of this chapter's mostly Dream being in shock then Sapnap and him joking about trauma and Bad being concerned, then it gets all depress-y at the end (per-use) Hope you enjoy this chapter <33

TW: abuse, scars, cuts, blood, self harm, mentions of abandonment/attachment issues, therapy, hospitals, voices, mentions of depression, etc

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Dream knows he'll never forget how scared George looked at that moment, sitting on the floor, in tears.

Dream dropped the painting. "I- Oh my god."

That wasn't enough to kill him... right? He'll need stitches and maybe some therapy but he isn't dead. Dream didn't... kill anyone. Right? Surely not. No, no surely not.

More people rush by, a few going straight to George and others to the man in the floor. One person stands in front of Dream, pulling him out of the way and asking him questions.

"Is he dead?" Dream asks, his eyes fixed on the man on the ground.

"No. He... he shouldn't die from that. Stitches and maybe worse, but not dead. If you'd hit him a bit to the left however..."

"No. No, stop. As long as I didn't- I didn't kill anyone."

"Don't worry about that. He's not going to die. He will, however, be put in fucking jail the second he wakes up. Bastard," spits the person in front of him.

As Dream looks back up and focuses his eyes in, he realizes it's Eret. That's... cool. He knows Eret.

The cops arrive in a bit. They ask Dream... a lot of questions. He answers what he can.

They assure him that what they've gathered from witnesses, everything was out of pure self defense. Which, lovely. Amazing.

He sits in the waiting room for a bit, next to Sapnap and Bad.

"Are you okay?" Bad asks carefully, putting a hand of Dream's shoulder.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine," he says, and means it. "I'm more worried about George."

Sapnap winces. "Yeah, I think his ribs got all messed up..."

Bad sighs, and takes on a sad look. "Is that what he was like? When you saw George get kicked out? And at the park?"

Dream just nods. Taking a deep breath, he adds, "He's just... fuck. It's just really scary, you know? After the park I just... I knew he wouldn't hesitate next time. And he didn't."

You wouldn't care if he killed George, would you? You almost let him die, what? Two or three times?

"What the fuck are you still doing here..." Dream mumbled, silently cursing the all too familiar voice. Part of him knows that is Absolute Bullshit, but something... something in the back of his brain says it's not.

"What was that?" Sapnap asked, his voice suddenly hushed.

"I- Nothin', just tired. I haven't been sleeping well."

"We know. You just pace around the kitchen all night, opening cupboards then closing them when more fruit snacks don't magically appear," Bad says. The only bit of annoyance in the sentence is largely overshadowed by the grin on his face.