—next day, community house, Punz’s perspective—
“THAT’S THE LAST TIME I’M EVER SETTING FOOT IN THAT CLUB. THAT HOSTESS CLUB, OR STRIP CLUB, OR ANY KIND OF CLUBS!”
Jack yelled for the 30th time and drank his tenth cup of coffee, having it like a shot.
Way early this morning, Jack, Quackity and Antfrost arrived at his door, looking ragged and traumatised. Punz and Eret had them wrapped in warm blankets, having them drink cups of coffee. Lots of coffee.
They got the gist of what happened in that club: They saw Dream working as a bartender, with maddening calm rage they approached him and tried to get him out, only to be stopped and outnumbered by the staff and bouncers, before getting sedated. They managed to escape just a couple of hours ago.
“Dream was on the other server, in that club!” Quackity yelled. “I’d say we storm in that place with our gear and weapons and take him forcefully back to the prison! He deserves that!”
“...Yeah, about that…” Eret started awkwardly looking between them and Punz.
They furrowed their brows, noticing something strange hung in the air. “What?” Quackity questioned. Punz averted his gaze, taking a sip of the coffee
“Uhh….”Eret gave the goofiest grin. “ Dream French kissed Punz.”
The light blonde choked from that statement and coughed hard, while Jack spat his coffee out to Ant's face. Quackity’s mouth dropped.
“JACK, GROSS!”
“ERET, WHAT THE HELL!? THAT’S NOT WHAT HE DID!”
“WHAT THE HELL?” Quackity shot to his feet. “Dream was here? What the hell happened while we were gone for a day—“
“2 days,” Eret corrected. “And a lot has happened… um, you won’t believe it if I told you, mate. But uh…”
And they told them everything...
—flashback, Past, a decade ago at an old shack…—
The child felt a harsh sting on his cheek after following the sound of a loud smack.
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!” A woman, his mother, screeched with lividity and anguish. “Don’t appear before me until after you take the vial!” She turned her heel and stormed off to another room.
“I’m sorry, mom…” he said softly, feeling the redness spread on his cheek as he touched it. Ah, she was probably in a fowl mood today. She hit him much harder than usual, his skin got cut from her nails…
Well, it was his mistake he forgot this morning.
The child quickly moved out of the room, climbing up the ladder to the attic. He opened the drawer, uncapped one of the many small vials his mother made for him, and drank the black liquid inside. He shut his eyes tight from the sour and bitter taste and swallowed hard. After a few seconds he choked, and fell to the ground as he coughed out blood. This was only for a moment...
Endure it.
He told himself...
Breathe.
This is nothing new.
Endure it.
…
The burning and agonizing sensation in his stomach faded…
He could finally breathe again. His body eased as he got up from the floor. He checked his eyes with the pocket mirror he fished out.
Purple.
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