⛓ My beautiful caged songbird ⛓

Chapter 11: Thoughts...

—Sam’s house, Fundy’s perspective—

It made sense.

Oh, it made f**king sense now.

Sam’s strange demeanor back in the prison, Sam defending Dream in every argument he had with Quackity and Jack for the past last month, the warden even continued to look for Dream while the half of them gave up!

People were starting to question why he was just so worried about the guy who nearly murdered Tubbo and Tommy. At first, everyone assumed that during the time of Dream’s imprisonment, Sam had gotten closer to the admin—to the inevitable situation where they became best friends (or something like that). But who would have known that the most responsible, most trusted man on the server, the warden , was in love with his prisoner?! The server would have been thrown into chaos if people found out.

But it was clear that wasn’t the reason why Fundy was so furious with Sam. No, absolutely not. He-he couldn’t explain it really. Did Fundy have the right to be mad at Sam right now? He shouldn’t have a reason to be mad at the creeper-hybrid, but he was!

Was he jealous?

…

For all Fundy knew, he just couldn’t bring himself to hate Dream completely. The day their wedding turned into a disaster, Fundy cried hard that night. He was a complete mess. His family did all they could to help him, and they finally got his foot out of the house after another two weeks. By then, Fundy should have been furious with Dream, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. During the wars, he cussed, he swore, he fought against his ex-lover with swords and bows, but at the end of the day, Fundy always wished he hadn’t done any of that. His guilt was always heavy in his chest, and his heart ached whenever Dream didn’t look at him the same way as he did before.

Dream moved on… But Fundy hadn’t. He couldn’t when he knew he should. His prison visit was supposed to be the last time he’d yearn for him, then he’d move on for good… but given that he disappeared that day, the unexpected turn of events only fueled his anxiety, worries and confusing love for Dream. Hell, he even went looking for Dream while everyone was sound asleep in their homes.

This was his secret.

A secret no one, especially his family, could ever find out.

Some idiotic part of Fundy still loved Dream, no matter what he did to rid his feelings for the blonde, he still loved him. The forgotten lime green hoodie Dream left in his room one time was currently in his possession because Fundy didn’t have the heart to burn it. Instead, he’d hidden it. After moving out of the house and moving into his bunker, he took the hoodie with him, along with some of the pictures they took together and the old love letters they exchanged.

Last night, when they discovered that Dream was innocent, a wave of relief washed over him, as well as his rage skyrocketing knowing what the Dreamon did.

Well, at this rate, Fundy had to admit he was jealous.

The thought that Sam was taking care of Dream, touching him intimately like a lover rather than a Warden, made Fundy jealous. It should have been Fundy there when Dream was sick, but instead it was Sam.

He was mad at Sam, but he knew deep within that he was mad at himself for not being there for Dream. It was pathetic that his anger was directed at Sam when he should be thanking Sam for taking care of Dream. But knowing that Sam had fallen for his ex-fiancé… he just lost it. His emotions were messed up, and he wasn’t calm as his mind was clouded with his own frustrations and jealousy.

“So you know...” Sam stared at him for some time, likely studying him. “...Dream and I weren’t having an affair, if that’s what you are saying.” Sam said calmly to him, making Fundy to let him go. “I was the Warden of Pandora’s vault during that time, and Dream was a prisoner. I could not let myself get carried away with my feelings for him.”