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✧☆I Don't Know How To Live Anymore: Part 3☆✧

Notes:
TW: There's like some messed up shit like dehumanization and eating glass.

(P.S if you ever find a trigger warning that needs to be added, just let me know. I WILL add it.)

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~Chapter 3: Glass~

Chapter Text:

Dream felt heart leap into his throat as he watched Technoblade angrily type something out in his communicator. Dream had lost the privilege of his communicator a long time ago. Were they going to finally send him back? Were they done with him? But he’d been good! He’d been nice and polite and-

And used up all their food and space and materials.

Of course, they didn’t want him there. He wasn’t worthy of those things anyway. Dream’s eyes widened as he quietly watched Philza and Technoblade talk in hushed whispers. He bet that they were trying to find a way to break it to him. That he’d be sent back since he’d been such a burden. Or maybe Technoblade would leave him outside and lock the door, rolling his eyes as he told Dream that his favour was already cashed in and that Technoblade wanted nothing to do with Dream anymore. Just like everyone else had done.

“....when?” Philza whispered.

“Tomorrow,” Technoblade said.

They were going to do it tomorrow.

They were going to send him back .

Back to the place, no one was supposed to ever go to.

“N-no.” Dream cried before clamping his mouth shut. What the fuck was he doing ?

“What is it, mate?”

Dream felt soft hands run through his hair. Now this was just cruel, wasn’t it? They were making him long for something he could never.

“Do you want a glass of water? Or play a game?”

Glass.

Games.

Cards.

“Oh boy, what fun!”

Dream’s mouth hung open at the proposition. Sir offered his hand with cards in the other.

“C’mon. The rules are simple. If you win, I won’t come for another day. If I win- We’ll decide that later.” Sir proposed. Dream’s mouth watered at the idea. If he won enough times- Then Sir wouldn’t come in. He wouldn’t torture him for days .

His heart pumped faster and faster and Dream reached out a hand, a smile gracing his lips, hunger, and desperation prominent in his features.

“Now what do you say?” Sir raised a knowing look.

“T-thank you, Sir!” Dream fell on his knees, giving a bow. Sir’s smile broadened, but Dream couldn’t care less. His mind was thinking of all the days he’d get to spend without splinters shoved into his skin, a pickaxe cutting through his tissues, or hot weapons burning his back. All the days where he could finally live in bliss, content with just sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.

“Good boy.” Sir laughed. They sat down and played cards.

And of course. Dream lost.

Dream looked up, his eyes widening with fear at what Sir was going to do with him. His mouth fell open as he stumbled back.

“Oh look- I won!” Sir giggled as he pulled out a glass bottle. What was he going to do? Cut Dream with shards of glass? No…he’d done that before and unless Sir was very very mad, he didn’t like to repeat his steps of torture. Sir didn’t look mad…