Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

A favour not worth the trouble

-Warning! This story isn't finished, its meant to be two-part but you get it to have it as a whole. Some of its proofread however most of it isn't.-

Tall blackstone walls enveloped them, sealing them away from the outside world. Redstone lamps glow illuminated the room, allowing the three of them to converse in it's light. Enchanted armour dumped into their bottomless chests, this a mere sign of the friendship. Weapons sheathed, but remained glued to their waists.

"So Dream could you collect this amount of obsidian?" Sam asked.

"No problem, this is a Tuesday for me." Sam rolled his eyes at the shorters comment. Although Dream was growing distant, the man still made time to check up on the project he commissioned. That was something, right?

"Why don't I help you Dream?" Punz piped up, dropping his commanding posture to a more lax one.

"Nope." Dream shot him down once again.

Something was happening and both Sam, Punz and couple of others close to Dream were noticing. The man was pushing them away, Sapnap and George weren't seen clinging to his side like they use to instead they'd gone off to create their own nation. Dream didn't seem to put much effort in pushing Sam away, probably because they were employer and employee. However, he has been especially persistent in pushing away from Punz, who retaliated with keeping closer. It gave Sam quite a headache this back and forth.

Exhaling, Sam piped up. "I think having two people collect this amount of obsidian is worth while, besides, the quicker it's collected the faster this build will be finished." Punz sent him a thumbs up, but Sam was regretting it upon the site of Dream's death glare. (How can that man even glare when he wears a smiley face mask!?!?! JUST HOW??!!)

Something was happening and Dream didn't know what it was. He'd checked the SMP from top to bottom yet his gut was still telling him something was wrong. Triple checking the SMP Dream concluded yet again that nothing was wrong. Sighing, he called it a day and left to collect the obsidian.

-A week later-

A week passed and Dream found the sinking feeling was worsening. His fingers couldn't stop fidgeting throughout the meeting, while his eyes scanned the room for a clock. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The meeting ticked by slowly all the while Sam and Punz sent him concerned glances, he retaliated with shrugging.

Once the meeting concluded Punz pulled him aside, worry clearly laced into his expression. "Dream are you okay? You've been fidgeting this entire time? Is there something you've been holding back that I should know about?"

"It's nothing Punz, go find something else to mule over."

"Dream we're partners, I need to know if something is wrong otherwise the plan could fail... Don't you want this plan to go off with out a hitch?" Punz pushed, slowly impeding into Dream's personal space.

The other's shoulders tensed as Punz continued to push into his space.

Punz stumbled backwards under Dream's force, the smiley face mask angled sinsterly. "We're employer and employee, nothing more, nothing less. Now get that through your thick skull PUNZ! Stop pretending, we're nothing more than acquaintances. WE ARE ONLY ACQUAINTANCES! NOW I have more important things to be attend to." Dramatically spinning on his heel the green teletubby stormed out of the half finished prison.

Pieces of hair cascaded downwards like first fall of winters snow. His sunbleached blonde hair had began shedding for some unknown reason, which lead to an entire week of research instead of work. He'd gotten Tubbo to send somebody else to foresee Tommy in his absence. Punz had backed off, allowing Dream to work in peace, yet a small piece of him missed the others company.