(Rewritten in a new book)

5 | Confrontation

tw + cw: Implied violence & killing people, tiny bit of profanity

[Rewritten]

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You were this close to committing first degree murder.

The skeletons from last evening were waiting inside of (F/N)'s house, like they had the right to.

You dropped your freshly washed clothes in shock and anger. You bit back a growl when (F/N) sheepishly sat on a dining chair, their eyes shined when they spotted you.

You said nothing when you noclipped out there, dropping off your clothes you were greeted with deadpanned expressions.

"Okay, let me guess. Something about me stealing?" Dream nodded and Ink rolled his eye lights. Swap averted his gaze.

"Yeah, we talked with your friend here." Dream gestured carelessly at (F/N), your hands formed fists. You didn't let him talk.

"How the fuck do you know that we're friends? How did you find out where we reside?" You questioned Dream, he only blinks at your display of suspicion. (F/N) rapidly glanced between you two.

"We have our ways." Dream didn't mind the vulgar language, you were too busy being sour about the fact that didn't answer shit.

"...You're gonna make me pay back the stuff I stole didn't I?"

"Yes! You got it." Dream smiles at your slouched figure, silently wondering how you're so tall.

"Okay, let debt consume my already dead soul." You mumbled and crumbled to the floor. Forcing yourself to pass out on command, how did you do that? No one knows.

The three skeletons exchanged looks and Dream looked back on (F/N).

"You don't mind us stealing them for a while, do you?" (F/N) knew that they didn't have a choice, but they sure as hell are going to speak up their thoughts.

"..No, but bring them back before 10." (F/N) gave them a fierce glare, Dream shudders and is concerned about how they could glare so menacingly.

You were promptly teleported away with the sanses. (F/N) stares at the spot where you originally stood.

They prayed that nothing bad will happen to both you and the star sanses.

...So eventually something bad did happen.

You ended up attacking anyone that got too close for the past minute. You gave them a half-assed apology when you got a hold of what was happening.

"So, were you gonna talk about my living situation?" You adjusted your mask, leaning against the cushions of the couch. All of you were in Swap's house.

"Yes, indeed." Dream confirmed, you sighed when Ink stared at the mask obscuring your 'face'.

"Whatcha going to do? Force me to work? Make me suffer through getting an apartment?" Dream's eye sockets softened when you rambled about the possible ways they could make you pay for your minor crimes.

"Somewhat, what we are going to do is make you pay back the things you have stolen." Dream listed, you stopped talking and listened. "We are going to pay for your apartment until you establish a steady source of income." Ink shrugs and Swap groans quietly in response.

"Okay, so.. We doing this now or later?"

"Now." With that concluded, Dream dragged you off to god knows where and left behind the two skeletons. They both didn't seem fazed.

Dream asked you for your input about the apartment you'll be living in. You said nothing else but "Somewhere near (F/N)." the entire trip. Only nodding or shaking your head, if the question wasn't a yes or no answer you shrugged.

Dream was just a bit irritated at your attitude.

The apartment you got was a few blocks away from (F/N)'s apartment, you were glad. But now came the trouble of picking jobs.

The original owners had left behind a lot of furniture and junk, the air was full of dust and bleach.

Opening up the windows, Dream was outside talking to the owners and sellers. Lucky you.

Walking into what was supposed to be a bedroom, you found piles of newspaper and advertisements on a worn down desk and the trashcan besides it.

You sat down in the creaky wooden chair and began to flip through the papers.

The thoughts of (F/N) flooded away and replaced with the stress of your actions.