paint splattered scars || dnf

Back Where He Began

EDIT: I fucked up, I said they're using Karl's car, but I meant Sapnap's. I mixed 'em and I thought George crashed Sapnap's car, but I remember now that it was Karl's. I'm not going through and editing it, so just ignore that and I'll correct it in future chapters. Is this a plot hole? Yes. Am I gonna ignore the fuck out of it? Yes.

Happy (1 day late) birthday to @KALPAG43727 they've been supporting this story for quite awhile, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out on your actual birthday!! Something came up yesterday, but I got it today!! Woo :)

I'm sorry for not posting for like over a month!! It wasn't my intention to leave this off like that for so long, but I'll be back to regularly posting more often now!!

COMMENT WHILE YOU READ /lh

TW: mentions of alcohol & stuff left from George's old house, lightly implied abuse

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"How was it?" George asks Sapnap, who'd stayed completely silent until they reached his car.

"Weird. Fine." Sapnap's voice was shakey. George just nodded in understanding and spent the rest of the car ride in general silence.

They arrived back at Bad's, where everybody had been staying on and off for the last week. Really, Dream and George would stay wherever Sapnap wanted to that day.

Sapnap opened the door, and went inside without a word. He shut himself in Bad's room for about an hour, until Dream decided to check on him.

"Hey?" Dream knocked on the door. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Sapnap sounded fine, no better or worse than normal.

"Can I come in?"

There was a shuffling sound against the door, then, "Sure."

Sapnap sat on the floor, a few feet from the door. "I'm fine. Just needed a little bit to process."

"It was only one session?" Dream asked, sounding a little worried.

"Yeah. Crazy, right?"

"No, no." Dream shook his head. "Understandable. That kinda stuff is difficult."

"I didn't even get into that much... The guy, like... psychoanalyzed me. And he wasn't wrong about anything!"

"Abuse fucks you up. I've seen it. I didn't see it in you, though. For a long time." Dream puts his elbows on his knees.

"I didn't tell you. You didn't see it. I didn't expect you to. Sorry for yelling at you about that one time?" He says hesitantly.

"Don't. You've been my best friend for years. I should've noticed. I knew you had, you know. Issues."

"Thanks," Sapnap laughs a little.

"You helped me so much. Really. Then, and now."

"I'd do it again. We were both drowning. One of us had to get out of the water to help the other. I'm glad you got out first."

Dream wasn't sure what to say, so he smiles. "If you need more time, that's alright."

"I'm fine."

A few hours later, everybody is lounging around the house, either procrastinating or doing homework, when Karl knocks on the front door.

"Sorry, I didn't text you. I have family in town, so we had to do this dinner thing," he mutters.

"It's alright," Sapnap smiles.