Bottom Dream Oneshots

Finally, You're Mines...

lmao hi im back

i havent done dreamity idk how long so this will be refreshing (last one was on march 3rd ik slow updates) i dont know why but im really enjoying writing in the top's perspective lmao idkw tho

i am cutting down on the obsessiveness so apologies for that 

note: sorryyy! theres no smut i didnt feel like doing it :;

TW: torture, blood 

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Quackity strolled into the prison, scowling and muttering nonsense under his breath. He stopped at the entrance and wiped his hairs out of his eyes for the eye scan. When he finished that, he took off his gloves and pressed it against the hand scanner. The scanner blinked green and bleeped softly.

The doors moved sluggishly apart with a very loud cranking noise. Finally they were open and Quackity stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He stopped in place and scowled even wider as he scanned the black obsidian walls, floors and ceiling. It was like Sam was purposely going for a depressing aesthetic. The room radiated a gloomy feeling, it was like it was built out of tortured souls, whispering for you to join them, telling you to be one of them, to be caged in this terrible prison; tortured endlessly.

Quackity shivered.

He gripped his pickaxe and started to walk towards Sam's office. The office was bland and dreary. Quackity hated to even walk in there. Nevertheless, he knocked in a series of patterns of Morse code.

May I come in?

Another series of knocks replied. Yes

Quackity turned the door knob and pushed inside, revealing AweSamDude.

He sat near the door, twirling a bloody knife between his index and middle finger, passing it to his ring finger and pinky. He raised an eyebrow to Quackity's axe. "I prefer smaller weapons. They do the damage more quickly and it hurts more. Sam's eyes twinkled evilly and even though he was wearing a mask, Quackity knew he was smirking.

A new blood stain was splattered across his netherite armor. His green hair was ruffled and messed up. 

"The bigger, the more satisfaction." Quackity replied, tossing his huge axe hand to hand carelessly. He grinned, narrowing his eyes.

Sam laughed wickedly. "You could get sum' outta Dream there. He was crying and shaking when I left him." He spun his knife even more faster, blood covering his hands.

Quackity clenched his fists but he chuckled. "Sure. Let's see what happens when I'm done with him."

Sam laughed even more cruelly as his hands swept across the bloodied knife. "All yours. Make sure to lock up when you're done." He sat up on his chair and swept out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Quackity stood in his position, shivering and clenching his teeth. Finally, he too stepped out of the room and made a beeline to where Dream was kept.

 He entered a cold obsidian room enforced with metal bars. A security camera blinked at him, flashing it's red lights. Quackity stook his tongue out at it and threw his massive axe at the camera. Chuckling, he pressed a button which made lava appear and disappear, showing a messy staircase towards a black concealed wall.

Quackity made his way down the staircase and reached the mysterious wall. He reached out and grasped an invisible door handle and with all his strength, pulled it outward. Instead of a normal door, the black wall smoothened and thinned until there was nothing left in it's place, revealing a small, claustrophobic room.