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𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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"sapnap?"

sapnap's head shoots up at the mere sound of his best friend's voice, followed closely by the tap of knuckles on his door. a pit of dread opens in the pit of his stomach and, if dream didn't sound so worried, he may have simply ignored him.

"yeah?"

"can you please help?" the blond asks. whatever it is sounds urgent. "in the kitchen, please."

sapnap lets his eyes drift shut, making the educated assumptions that george hasn't told dream- leaving it to him. "yeah, okay," he replies against his own wants, "i'll be down in a minute."

sapnap hears a genuine-sounding, "thank you so much," before dream's footsteps trail swiftly away from the door.

the ravenette sighs to himself, not quite ready to leave his dark room of contemplation but supposing he has to, if dream needs help.

the blond rarely asks him for help, so he can't help but think it must be important.

with that thought in mind, sapnap hauls himself out of his early grave (better known as a bed, but that's beside the point) and onto wobbly feet. he stretches the disuse from his limbs, weak from moving so little, before leaving his room and making his way downstairs.

he walks through the doorway into the kitchen, jumping half out his skin when a hand slaps down on his shoulder.

"jesus dream," he mumbles, his own hand flying up to lay over his heart. "you scared me, man."

"sit down, sap."

sapnap's brows furrow at the stern tone and he looks over to see dream staring at him with a serious expression. worried, and maybe even a little intimidated, sapnap goes to take a seat at the kitchen counter.

there's an unsettling feeling way deep in his chest that sapnap can't quite pinpoint.

sapnap's brows pull together in confusion when a plate full of food is put in front of him and dream sits down on the opposite end of the counter, no food of his own. he sends the blond a confused look.

"you haven't been eating," dream says matter-of-factly, "so eat. or i'll come over there and feed you myself like we do for rosie."

sapnap picks up the cutlery, knowing it wasn't an empty threat. still, ever argumentative, he grumbles, "i have been eating."

"you haven't left your room once today," dream points out, "and don't pretend you have because i was waiting for you. neither me nor george saw you yesterday either."

sapnap gives up, looking down at the plate of food. he swallows as he stares down at it.

"why aren't you eating?" dream then asks. "is something wrong? has something happened?" he speaks rushed, worriedly. "sap, if you want me to find someone for you to talk-"