paint splattered scars || dnf

A Phone Call With Tommy

I KNOW I SAID MORE CHAPTERS OVER BREAK, but i needed that time to just chill and not die. But that means now i'll be ready to go and ready to post chapters more regularly <3

ty for all your guys's support, it means a lot. i promise no more wild authors notes (unless necessary)

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TW: discussion of injuries & discussion of abuse (+ unhealthy mindset referring to it), mention of murder, shit spelling because i don't even reread the chapters

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"So you're okay?"

"For the thousand-th time, yes." Sapnap shook his head slowly. "It's not that bad."

"This can not be considered 'not that bad'. They threw a vase at your head!" Dream paused, and as his voice raised in concerned, said, "And it hit you!"

"He's got good aim." Sapnap shrugs. "I know it's bad. I just don't really care."

"You should!" Karl stressed.

"I know, I know. But, I mean legally I'm an adult. I don't have to live there so what do I even say?"

"Uh, 'My parents throw vases at me and caused me lasting emotional trauma throughout my whole childhood'? I don't know!" Dream crossed his arms with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I'm an adult, reporting child abuse now is like- It's useless! It's like reporting a murder 10 years after it's committed. What's even the point? It's already happened and you don't have to deal with it anymore." (it's never too late to ask for help <3)

"Sapnap!" Dream tried, cutting his eyes toward George, who hadn't said anything.

"Oh, I'm fine. I agree, I'm not reporting the murders. My uncle's already in jail, so I'm just... not going to deal with that." George cleared his throat before continuing. "I know I should want to 'bring my uncle to justice' but I don't want to see him in court."

"We can unpack that later. Sapnap, you can still tell somebody? You still live with them until never fall for college so what're you gonna do?" Karl inquired, shooting George a vaguely concerned look.

"Nothing. I don't want to do anything about this. I've been fine my whole life, I'll survive a few months." Sapnap crossed his arms, ignoring the veiled sympathy that quickly left George's face.

"We should've done something sooner," Dream said.

"Oh my god, shut up. You didn't know," Sapnap says a little harshly. "I know you're going to try to blame yourself and I'm not having it."

"I'm running out of medical supplies, guys." Bad muttered as he walked into the room, handing some band aides and other items to Dream.

"I don't need that." Sapnap waved at Dream as soon as he saw him look to him.

"Yes, you do."

"I'm fine. Seriously. I can cover it up just fine."

Karl frowned. "We aren't trying to cover it up, we're trying to help you heal it."

Sapnap quickly wiped the confused look off his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

"Word of advice," George cut in, "Just let them help. Neither of them will stop."

"Well-" Dream began to defend himself.

George laughed, "No! Don't defend yourself, it's endearing. You two are just..." he took a deep breath to calm down his laughter and to give himself a moment to think. "You're concerned, and it's very sweet."