Weak Point

《~Chapter one~》

Narrators pov

TW: ABUSE

Dream was sitting next to the Lectern writing down in a book he had. There were untouched potatoes and bread in the corner of the cell. Dream seemed deprived of sleep, which he was as well.

Dream was up for at least three days, the heat of the lava infront of him and the anxiety of waiting for Quackity to come back and try to get information out of him, or just to hurt him in general made it hard for him to sleep. He had seemed to be mumbling what he was righting down as well.

Dream had guessed that Quackity would be coming to the cell sometime soon, and he was right. Quackity was humming as he flipped the axe he used multiple times on Dream as he waited for the lava to lower and the platform to start moving.

When the platform started moving he walked with it, when the platform joined the obsidian floor of the prison cell Dream was in he walked in and turned back to Sam motioning for him to bring the platform back and bring the lava back up, when Sam did he turned back to Dream "Hello Dream" he hummed in a taunting voice.

When Dream heard Quackity's voice, his head shot up, looking up at Quackity, and immediately became anxious. The face he made was clearly a fearful one as he started shaking. After a bit of time, he replied weakly

"Hello..." he paused for a moment. "What do you want?" he mumbled, not taking his eyes off the avivan in front of him. "You know what I fucking want Dream." His tone was laced in hatred and disgust as he kneeled down infront of Dream "Give me the fucking revival book."

Dream sighed as he set down his quill and shut his book. Dream looked very different then before he got forced into the cell. His face was pale while black circles sat under his eyes. He was clearly tired. "The answer's no" He replied in a quiet tone. He didn't seem to have the strength to put up a fight, and the fear in his eyes was noticeable.

Quackity sighed and brought his axe up to Dream's neck. "We're taking this the hard way, aren't we?" He hummed in annoyance. Dream's eyes grew wide as he felt the coldness of the axe on his neck. Fear and anxiety were all that was shown on his face. He didn't move a muscle, though he was visibly shaken up.

Dream not responding only made Quackity increasingly annoyed as he grabbed a fist full of Dream's hair and slammed his head against the obsidian wall behind him "Answer me bitch." Quackity spoke in a stern voice now. Tears filled Dreams eyes as he felt the pain of his head being slammed against the wall.

He tried to move but was held in place by Quackity. Blood slowly dripped down the back of his head from where his head had hit the wall. He still didn't speak though. Dream's breathing was heavy and ragged at this point, the pain from where his head hit the wall and where the foot was made him wince and cringe.

His eyes were filled with tears and fear. He felt helpless right now. He could barely get out a sound, so he just kept silent. He knew better than to fight back at this point. He had been broken this way before by Quackity. "I fucking know they hate me–" he muttered quietly.

Quackity flipped the axe in his hands before stopping and grabbing the handle that was closest to the blade of the axe and placed the other end of the axe under Dream's chin and tilted his head up a bit. Forcing Dream to look at him. Dream's fear was clear as he stared at Quackity, blood still dripping down his face.

Tears filled his eyes but he forced them back as he knew this would only make the beating worse. Dream was visibly shaking. Fear, stress, anger, sadness, and pain were some of the many emotions he was feeling right now. "Pathetic shit." Quackity chuckled before flipping the axe in his hand again and slamming the handle of the axe against Dream's chest.

Dream's eyes closed shut before re-opening again. He grunted as the pain from his chest being hit by  echoed throughout his body. His face was contorted from the pain. Dream still didn't speak. All he knew was to stay silent. He also tried to ignore the anger that was starting to bubble up inside of him. He took deep breaths in and out to try to soothe himself a little bit.

Quackity didn't seem to give a shit and kneeled down in front of Dream. He put his axe into his inventory and pulled out a dagger instead, and started cutting at Dream's cheek. "You're best fucking friends wants you dead Dream. Sapnap and George hate you. You have no one." Dream grimaced as some of the blood from his cheek started dripping down his face.

Dream looked at the blood for a moment before his eyes slowly raised as he came to the realization of what Quackity was trying to say. Fear seemed to be replaced by the boiling rage he wanted to push back. Dream tried to fight back, but he knew better and just tried to look away. Tears still filled his eyes, though they were now tears of rage.

Quackity only giggled at Dream's failed attempt to fight back and moved, so one leg was on each side of Dream and moved closer to Dream's face. "You're fucking worthless and you know it." Dream was seemingly pissed off "Shut up!" Tears filled his eyes but he kept himself from crying again.

Dream's breathing was heavy. He looked incredibly annoyed at Quackity's attempts of trying to get him to react. He clenched his fists for a moment before forcing himself to relax. He just tried not to look at Quackity. But one of Quackity's hand's went to Dream's neck lightly choking him "Repeat that bitch."

A weak gasp escaped Dream's mouth as he glared at Quackity's hand around his neck. He tried to pull the hand away but was met with resistance. He stared at Quackity in anger and hate. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP" Tears filled his eyes as he struggled to say that. His voice had a crack in it because of how stressed he was and him struggling to speak at the same time.

That pissed Quackity off and his grip on Dream's throat got tighter as he cut a big gash into Dream's arm before stabbing the knife into the newly open gash and twisting at an angle to cause more pain to Dream. Dream's eyes widened as the pain from his arm caused him to flinch and cry out in pain.

Blood started dripping down his arm and onto his orange prison shirt. After a moment, the pain was too much. He let out a yell of pain. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" He screamed, he sounded more sad and annoyed at the situation than anything else. He was also struggling to get away from Quackity's grip, though he hadn't been successful at all.

"Dream." Quackity spoke, grabbing Dreams attention as he held his chin up to look at him. "I'm going to make your life a living hell." He chuckled. Tears fell out of Dream's eyes more at Quackity's words, his face contorted into one of sadness and fear. "Please don't... Please..." He sounded like he was begging at this point. Quackity had already succeeded. He broke Dream yet again. He now officially had Dream to his mercy. But Quackity shook his head lightly and clicked his tongue a bit "You're going to fucking suffer while I'm here" He chuckled sadistically.

Hours later, Quackity had left and had Dream a bloody mess on the floor.

That's all Dream could remember when waking up after being passed out for so long. The pain that Dream had witnessed only about 15 minutes ago hadn't left yet as tears found their way back to Dream's eyes as they struggled to stay open. He was exhausted, to say the least. No more strength left in his body. His arm still bled, but it was just an open wound and not an active flow of blood anymore. He stared at the ceiling. His mind was blank, though a lot of negative things probably should have been running through his mind at that point. His head was also pounding from the blows he had taken from Quackity.

I made this book out of pure spite💀
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