—what happened last night at the SMP, community house, no one’s perspective—
Dream was made into a slave again , they thought with disbelief.
Meanwhile, to the ones who didn’t know that fact… a wave of mixed emotions washed over George.
Guilt, relief, sadness, happiness and love…
George swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Dream. The last time he’d seen Dream was when Dream dethroned him… and they had a huge argument over that…
Just say you hate me. Just say you hate me, Dream.
What? No, i don’t hate you—
Dream, you’ve done enough.
George shook his head, trying to forget about that awful argument, even if it was for a moment. That incident wasn’t worth remembering, he told himself. It was Nightmare who had dethroned George and made Eret king again right in front of him, not Dream. Dream was the victim…
Dream’s an innocent man… and George did nothing to save him as he and Sapnap agreed to lock him away…
...It was… odd, seeing Dream wearing different clothes. The usual signature lime green hoodie, the black pants, turtleneck sweater and figerless gloves… hell even that stupid smiley porcelain mask Dream always wore were no where in sight…
Dream didn’t even look like Dream because of his clothes and long dirty blonde hair, he didn’t seem like himself from the way he spoke to them. Just what on earth happened to the person he knew?
The black veil he wore to cover his face was also distracting him. Compared to the mask, the veil wasn’t that secure and George could easily flip it over and see his face, if he wanted to that is. Though, it was tempting to do so…
The veil wasn't too long as the piece of fabric didn’t hide his lips... Glowing lips that were likely smeared with cherry blossomed colored serum or lipstick, and they looked so good on Dream as his lips looked so kissable right now—
George blushed red, realizing what thoughts just crossed his mind and pinched himself for it. He made a mental note to hit his head on the wall for having such indecent thoughts. He shouldn’t…
But, regardless, George was glad he was back.
“Ah,” Dream’s attention was shifted to Puffy at the back. The hybrid was caught off guard when their eyes met, and she instinctively averted her eyes from him. Yes, she was more than overjoyed to see her duckling again, happy and relieved to see he was alive and looked unharmed. But she couldn’t bring herself to go forward to talk to him more, nor hug him, because she was ashamed of herself.
She could not protect him. She could not help him when he needed her most, instead, she turned against him and let the others lock him away in prison as a life sentence punishment for his ‘crimes’.
Sure they were in contact for a while through letters, but Dream was never completely open to her. She would have never known he was sick if Sam didn’t tell her. When Puffy visited his prison to investigate with the group, she was shocked to see the condition of the cell. It wasn’t because his cell was partially destroyed from the TNTs dropped, no. That wasn’t it. The cell… felt like a furnace. Even with the lava gone, the obsidian walls and floor still felt so heated. Anyone who’d stayed in that cell for months with the lava still running would have suffocated from the heat.
Dream had to deal with the suffocating heat for 8 months, how was he able to deal with it?
Whether it was Dream or another prisoner, having a room where anyone would have trouble breathing wasn’t acceptable.
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