Manburg Underground

Forget me, forget me not.

TW: weapons, blood, and injuries

Everything was a slow motion blur. Gunfire. Shouting. Muffled voices as the place was stormed. Dream's ears rang. Then, everything was silent. Black. Gone.

Sapnap choked back a sob as he and his team stormed Pogtopia. He ran into the main room, gun raised, but he dropped it at the sight of his friend. Dream was unconscious, hands tied to a chair, and anyone that had been there was long gone.

He scrambled to his friend and placed a hand on his forehead.

Gashes lined Dream's cheekbones and his lips were chapped and cut. His now useless mask laid on the floor, broken and cracked. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were closed. Sapnap looked to his friends chest, shirt gone, and fought back the urge to vomit at the sight. "Dream-" he cried out, voice cracking, and immediately pulled his knife under his friend's nose. It fogged up ever so slightly and a sigh of relief left his lips.

Dream was injured, badly, but he was alive and that was what mattered.

Sapnap used the knife to break the cuffs to reveal two horrifically bruised and bloody wrists.

He pushed Dream over slightly so he could get a look at his back, and gasped. A large burn, still red, lined his spine and he had blood spotted along his hips.

There was a mumble and a stir from the chair and Dream's eyes blinked open.

"Sapnap he knows-" Dream's voice cracked on every word, trying to speak clearly and he grabbed at his friends wrists.

"Dream, you need to stay still. Please, let me help you." Sapnap said, trying his best to remain calm.

"Please. He knows!" Dream cried before again losing consciousness.

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Dream was supposed to have been back hours ago and his team was still gone too. George could tell that everyone in the compound knew it as well and the air was restrained and on edge. Surely Dream knew what he was doing and would return. The plan must have just taken a little longer to execute than they had previously calculated.

George sat at the lunch tables and picked at his mush, taking small bites, but not feeling hungry. Then, Wilbur's group gathered around him and sat down.

"Hey George." Wilbur smiled. He set down his tray of untouched mush and began to eat.

Tommy grinned, but Techno remained silent.

"Hi," George said. "How was your tour yesterday?"

Tommy laughed. "Easy," he said. "People are so stupid. I mugged a guy and he didn't even fight back."

They made light conversation, Techno joining in occasionally to input his opinion, but then the mood changed when Techno brought up a point. "Dream was supposed to be back three hours ago." He said and looked around.

Wilbur looked at him confused.

Techno continued. "Dream and I double and triple checked Schlatt's plan down to every individual step. There's no way that it could take this long if the plan actually worked." He looked around again, checking each table.

Tommy looked between the older men. "Surely, he's just taking his time." He said in a hopeful voice. "The bastard is always slow with his tours."

George wasn't too sure. Dream was thorough, but by now it had to have been too long for that to be the cause of his delay. What if something went wrong?