This Will Happen When Punz Finally Caughts Dream And Well... It Doesn't Go Very Well Since Dream Is Terrified

This will happen when Punz finally caughts Dream and well... it doesn't go very well since Dream is terrified of being grabbed and Punz doesn't know how to calm the tiny ghost down.

Also, Dream's appearance changes when he's scared or sad

The Decimate of Human's

Please tell me if I need to put an TW's

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Sapnap and George skidded across the floors as they raced to the kitchen, Sapnap collided with George as he reached out to open the kitchen cabinet. Sapnap gave an annoyed huff as his eyes gazed around the empty cabinet, George peered from behind the shorter male. Both groaned in annoyance as they slammed the cabinet shut.

George and Sapnap went to the living room and flopped down the couch, As if it was planned Dream came back home. The blond male closed the door as he held multiple bags filled with edible items, The two boys who were once on the couch immediately jumped and snatched a few bags from the taller male.

"Guy's be careful I just bought those!" Dream remarked as he quickly went away from the two other boys, Both brunettes let out a sound of victory as they found their wanted snacks.

"Hey Dream is it crowded out?" George said as he munched on raisin cookies, "Not really." Dream nonchalantly replied as he carefully placed the items he bought in the cabinets, As the three boys chatted happily. They suddenly heard loud alarms blaring, Sapnap and Dream knew it was the alarm signaling lock down.

All the boys were on the verge of panic as they scrambled to lock the doors and secure their house, George was still quite confused and peeked outside the window. The brunette gasped at the sight of multiple people. No-...Giants?

George stared as citizens ran around as the gigantic humans were attempting to step on them. George could feel he was going to hurl at the sight and backed away. Dream and Sapnap have yet to see the commotion outside and were confused when George was panicked and had sweat dripping down his forehead.

"George- Dude you alright?" Sapnap spoke as he stared with a concerned look, "T-Ther-..." George stuttered as he spoke "T-There's...Giants-..." Sapnap and Dream were still befuddled with George's actions, Sapnap took a peep at the window and saw ruin. The streets were trashed and loud noises were heard from the outside—maybe they would have heard if Dream didn't have a sound proof house—Faint screams and crashes could be heard from the outside.

As time passed with the three boys sitting in the living room waiting for further news, George and Sapnap were both shaken up Dream didn't bother to check outside. Although his curiosity wouldn't last long as Sapnap and George each share what they saw.

Hours passed...Not a single announcement came from the news, They all felt nervous yet none of them dared to peek outside again. From George's explanation of apparent giant's they were anxious if the 'giants' spotted them.

It was starting to get nerve wracking, They all thought about doing something productive.

George groaned at the idea and would rather stay on the couch, Sapnap and Dream both scoffed as they went to do other stuff.

Dream went to check on their water supply incase the water got cut, Whilst Sapnap went to see how long the food will last if it was rationed.

The TV suddenly switched to the news and all the boys heard it as they immediately jumped to check.

"Dear Citizens, Please stay in your houses. Humans are instantaneously turning into these gigantic beasts researchers have yet to find what has been causing this, Although apparently some still keep their human minds and gain thr ability to shift their sizes. Traffickers are using this to their advantages if they do get the ability. It could potentially be a sickness, Although whatever it is the symptoms are the following..." All of them were attentive and practically glued their eyes to the screen.

"Dizziness."

"Passing out at random times."

"Lost cravings for food."

"Random attacks."

"Itchy skin."

"Fevers that apparently come and go."

"Increase tiredness."

"These symptoms come very slowly for shifters as found out recently..."

They all took a deep sigh of relief, The news reporter continued.

"Please make sure the supplies you have will last 60 days, In 60 days the military will do a scout in the neighborhoods. If you live in the cities make sure you have food for 70 days. Then the military will do a scout then...We will inform you as soon as possible." After said the screen disconnected and the boys released a breath they didn't even know were holding.

There was silence. It was obvious they were in thought, "Well..." Sapnap spoke as he looked up at the two other males. "Atleast if we ration the food it'll last Atleast 75 days. But we should be fine since we're in a neighborhood"

"Luckily we got the timing right to buy groceries." George said as he gave a breathy laugh, "You mean I got the timing. You guys didn't even know I was going to get groceries!" Dream chuckled as he nudged George on the shoulder.

"Yea, yea whatever." George responded as he got up from the couch. Dream saw the light slowly dissappear from the outside of the window, "It's getting late-" Drean said as he took a peek just to make sure, "Cmon let's head to bed."

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Dream groaned as he woke up from his bed, His head pounded as if he was drunk the entire night. He brushed it off as a result from stress, The blond peeked outside seeing as the skies were dark and it was foggy, Even with the fog he could tell it was destroyed and it looked horrible.

Dream slowly left his room as he heard chatter downstairs, Dream walked down the stairs as he instantly got greeted. "Hey sleepy head." Sapnap sneered as George stayed silent yet gave a cheery smile his way.

"Sorry I must've been stressed-" Dream muttered but luckily loud enough for the others to hear, "Anywa-" George was cut off by the ground softly shaking. Sapnap scrambled to check at the window as both Dream and George were frozen still—Dream was frozen due to him still being tired and George was terrified.

Sapnap saw one of the 'beasts' rummaging around the house that fell into ruin. It didn't even look human...It had torn clothes, sharp nail, and incredibly deadly canines.

It looked alarming as it pushed down the remaining standing walls of the house. Sapnap scrunched his face at the terrifying ease the giant creature took to do so.

"It's one of those giant things-" Sapnap whispered to the two males who were now suddenly beside him, "We should get away from the window and turn off the lights, We can't risk for it to see us." Dream ordered as he walked to the light switch quickly flicking it to turn it off.

They all sat up against a wall as the house now looked as if it was abandoned, The outside was trashed and the plants were dead. The air was still and all that the males could hear was the faint shuffling outside across the streets.

Soon the shuffling noises came to a brief stop, Then the soft pitter patter of the rain could be heard as it came in contact with the window. Dream stood up which confused the brunettes.

"I'll cook, Luckily we still have electricity it should last for a bit..." Dream grumbled as he went to the kitchen and turned on the light again, Dream took some eggs and started to fry them.

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Dream's head throbbed in pain as his face was in the duvets of his bed. The whole day it was raining, They expected a thunderstorm tonight which should be fine. The house was pretty stable a storm shouldn't be a problem. I mean, It was Florida after all.

Dream was almost in tears he attempted to fall asleep which wasn't as hard as he anticipated.

"George give me back those Lay's!" Sapnap screamed although quiet enough to not alert the blond upstairs, "Not until you tell me where you hid my cookies!" George remarked. Sapnap took umbrage at his remarks.

"Fine it's over there-" Sapnap pointed at a place near the shoes as he caught his chips while George ran to reclaim his cookies, They were eating happily until they suddenly heard a loud crash upstairs. Wanting to know what it was, they gathered the courage and willed themselves to go upstairs and investigate what it was.

They crept upstairs, Sapnap leading first. They both knew Dream was upstairs yet he didn't say what he was doing, They entered the room which was at the end of the long hallway.

Dream was sitting on the floor with a scratch on his forehead which confused the brunettes. "Yo man are you okay-?" Sapnap uttered as he went nearer the blond "Why-...." Dream groaned before he continued, "Why does the door frame seem lower-" Dream let out a exasperated sigh.

George came up and both boys helped the blond stand up. Both brunettes gasped once the blond stood upright, Their friend was now way taller than they recalled, George gulped as he backed away a bit while Sapnap scrunched his face.

"Dream..." Sapnap managed to huff out, "What have you been feeling lately..." The stern look Sapnap gave made Dream suddenly realized the height difference. "Wha-...I don't know I've just been light headed recently." Dream's eyes widened at the grave realization. Both brunettes were already quite terrified.

The taller male stumbled back as he panicked, "B-But how!?" Dream retorted as he kept his gaze on the ground, Too ashamed to face his friends. "Look dude-...I don't know but you were outside before the outbreak happened." Sapnap stated.

"W-We should leave you alone, right now." Sapnap stuttered as he backed away to leave the room but came to an abrupt stop as he bumped into something behind him, "Sap we can't leave him like this!" George exclaimed.

"Look, George I don't want to but what other choice do we have?" Sapnap argued.

The two shorter males argued. Dream was so focused at his friends arguing he didn't realized he shrunk to his former height. Dream stood up to break apart the two before they mauled eachother.

"Stop!" Dream said as he bared his teeth, Glaring at the two boys he finally realized he was like his original height—Not like he could extremely tell, Dream couldn't look at someone and tell how tall they are—"Dude your a shifter-" Both brunettes spoke in unison as Dream cocked his eyebrow.

"Didn't they say shifters recieve the symptoms slower?" George intervened. "Atleast we have time to think before I well-..." Dream muttered as he recalled the symptoms. "Yea-..." George huffed as he lowered his head.

"L-Look I don't want to hurt you guys so I'll just stay in my room." Dream declared as he started to carefully escort his friends out of his room, "Wait-" Sapnap spoke but before he could continue the door was slammed shut. They heard a click signaling it was locked.

"Fine we'll bring you food later-..."

Dream sobbed as he fell to the floor, He let out strangled breaths and his heart ached. Whilst the two boys who were now downstairs, Worried about their friend. "Sapnap..." George turned hid head to look at the shorter, "What should we do...?" George had tears pricking his eyes.

"I don't know George..."

"I don't know..."

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I have exams today and I'm gonna be late do enjoy😋

Venture

Chapter 3

I'm honestly surprised i got this out! I thought I'd be sitting on it for weeks!

Anyway, here y'all go!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: Blood, Fear, ect.

Setting up camp consisted of the human kicking at the dirt under a random tree, nodding to himself, and plopping down against the trunk. He set Tommy’s cage down beside his crossed legs with a gentle thunk that rattled his bones. Tommy scowled, glaring up at the man when he was jarred from his slump against the bars.

Not noticing the teen’s irate gaze, Dream gathered up any sticks, leaves, and dry grass within easy arms reach. He haphazardly piled it next to Tommy’s cage, then started to, absurdly enough, dig out a hole in front of his crossed legs.

Tommy watched in mild confusion as the human carved out a deep hollow in the earth, then purposefully stacked the sticks and leaves into the hole. Oh. He was making a fire pit. The teen perked up, curious, despite his fear of the human, about how fire was created.

Dream dug in one of his innumerable pockets for a moment before withdrawing some flint and a chunk of steel. In a deft twitch of his hands, he had a bright little flame eating up at the kindling in the pit.

He put away the flint and steel, then dug out from his pockets a rag and what looked like a waterskin. Tommy had to look away when the human started cleaning the blood from his hands, a touch squeamish at the sight of the sticky red substance soaking the rag as it was washed off.

Tommy looked back when the sounds of water running went away, eyebrows hitching up when he saw that the only things cleared of blood were the human’s hands. His mask and cloak were still caked in the drying fluid, not that Dream seemed to care.

“Alright. Let’s get you taken care of.” Dream flipped open a satchel resting on his hip that Tommy hadn’t even noticed and shuffled around in it for a solid minute, then brought out something that was too small for Tommy to see from how Dream held it.

The human started fiddling with the thing, pinching it between his fingers and finagling his waterskin until he hummed in satisfaction. He then set the waterskin aside and reached towards the cage with whatever he had in his hand. Tommy drew back to the opposite side of the cage warily, bracing his arms behind him and grasping at the bars.

Dream slid the thing through the thin bars of the cage and stuck a finger through one of the gridded squares to push it closer towards Tommy. It took him a long moment to process what it was, and when he finally did, dread struck through his body. A fine, delicately carved smallfolk sized bowl sat innocently before his eyes, the water it held inside rippling almost cheerfully in the evening light. The horrifying implications dawned on Tommy, washing through his mind like the tide on bare sand. 

Tommy shuddered. Dream was another one. Just the newest captor in the short line of captors that he’s had. Only two, but that was more than most people could say!

Slowly, with a trembling hand, Tommy reached for the bowl. Even though he couldn't trust Dream, he still needed the water. The hunters had given him nothing in the four days that they had had him, and his body was really starting to feel it.

While Tommy drank the much-needed water from the bowl, Dream was pulling something else from his pack, a slab of raw meat half the size of the human’s head. He plucked a stick from the pile next to the cage and stabbed it through the meat, then stuck the other end of the stick into the dirt, letting it hang over the fire.

Tommy's mouth watered when the smell of roasting meat filled the air, and his stomach growled loudly despite himself. Dream glanced over to Tommy at the sound, a knowing smirk growing over his lips. Tommy scowled at him and turned away, not wanting to watch the human eat when his own stomach was gnawing and twisting hungrily at itself. Water was one thing, but Tommy doubted that Dream would share his food with him.

He tried to block out the sound and smell of the sizzling meat and took another long sip of his water. Despite his best efforts, it was all he could hear, among the crackling of the fire and the sounds of Dream doing whatever it was he was doing. Tommy’s stomach growled again, just as loud as the last time, making the teen’s scowl deepen.

He set the bowl down, a little less than half-full, and crossed his arms over his middle. In his attempt to ignore the human behind him, his eyes settled on the splattered blood still glistening in the center of the cage. Tommy wrinkled his nose in disgust. It was gross, and it stunk of copper, but it wasn’t like he could clean it out of the cage. It wasn’t like he wanted to, either. He didn’t want to touch somebody else’s blood.

"Here." Dream’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he twisted around with a grimace. “What–” He snapped, then trailed off, eyes locking on the chunk of meat the human was pressing against the gridded bars. 

Tommy’s mind stuttered. Was–was the human actually offering it to him? Why? What good would it do Dream? It wasn’t like Tommy was about to keel over and die of starvation right this second—Unless–well, Dream wouldn’t know that, would he? For all he knew, he was keeping a future investment Tommy alive. Still, the teen was suspicious.

"This isn't poisoned, is it?” Tommy questioned, glaring mistrustfully up at Dream’s still-bloodied mask. The human only smirked and cocked his head. Tommy had the feeling that, behind the mask, Dream was rolling his eyes.

"If I wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't use poison." Dream chuckled. "I'd just do it."

Tommy paled at the human's words, but accepted them as true. If the human wanted to hurt him, it wouldn’t really take much to do so. An unwanted image of the human crushing the cage whilst Tommy was still inside flashed through his head, but Tommy tried to shake it off. He was hopefully too valuable for Dream to want to kill. Hopefully.

Regardless, he inched forward and gingerly took it from between the two huge fingertips before him. His eyes widened at the surprise weight of the meat, and he had to do a double take. The chunk was like half the size of his torso! There was no way that he'd finish it! He damn sure would try, though.

He turned away from Dream and tore into it hungrily, not wanting to give the human a chance to change his mind if he so chose. Human beings were fickle, Tommy had learned, and incredibly cruel. He wouldn’t put it past Dream to be the same as his previous captors, even if the man was giving him food.

It was completely dark by the time Tommy had finished his first meal in days, and he set the meat beside the water bowl with a contented sigh. By all means, he still didn’t trust Dream, but he had given him food and water. At the very least, that meant that Tommy wouldn’t die from thirst or starvation whilst in the human’s possession. 

He peered at Dream through the bars, who was packing away the rest of the meat and seemed to be reorganizing his pockets, sorting through the stuff he had stolen from Tommy’s previous captors. 

Dream noticed his stare and nodded at him. "You want like a–a blanket or something?" 

Tommy paused at the offer, surprised, but shook his head anyway. He didn't need anymore of this human's pity, or–or whatever it was. It wasn't like Tommy needed it, anyways. It might be a bit foolish to think so, but he could withstand the cold.

Dream shrugged nonchalantly at Tommy's answer and finished organizing his things. Tommy watched him, gaze lingering on some of the items Dream had. Some of it was normal human stuff, but some of it was more smallfolk stuff. Tommy could see at least two swords, an actual blanket, and several knick-knacks that Tommy knew wouldn’t have been given freely to a human.

Another spur of dread coiled in the pit of his gut, but before he could say anything, Dream had everything stowed away and was wrapping his cloak more tightly around his shoulders, laying down against the tree.

“Alright, kid. Night.” The human rolled over suddenly onto his side, facing his back to Tommy’s cage. Tommy’s face twisted up into an expression of offended confusion. What the fuck? Already, he could see the human’s side slowly rising and falling. Hee was apparently already fast asleep.

Grumbling, Tommy slid down the bars to sit. He was tired, probably from the alternating rushes of fear and adrenaline from the events of the last hour that had left him feeling incredibly drained. 

He slumped onto his side, shivering a little at the cold touch of the metal ground, and shut his eyes. He probably needed to save his energy for an opportunity to escape or something, now that he was being kept by a new human. His last captors had learned all of his tricks, and had rendered his escape attempts null and void, but this one didn't know anything about him at all. That meant he had a chance.

He pillowed his head on his arms with a small huff, and tried to get some sleep.

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Tommy didn't sleep. Tommy couldn't sleep, not when the unfamiliar human was so close. Not when anxiety of what was going to happen to him scratched at his brain, not when he could hear the sound of the human’s deep, long breaths plowing through the cool air, and definitely not when the coppery smell of blood from the still-drying splatters in the center of the cage invaded his nose every time he breathed in. The scent of the meat beside him dampened it somewhat, but Tommy couldn't decide if the combination of cooked meat and blood made it better or worse.

The chill of the night air bit into his skin, cutting through the thin bandages in his forearms with ease. Tommy grimaced, scrunching his nose and pulling his arms inside of his shirt with a shiver.

The forest sounds were creepy, but nothing out of the norm from what Tommy could tell. At the very least, he couldn’t hear the tell-tale sounds of mobs scruffing around the camp, so there was that. Even still, every rustle in the bush made him uneasy, and he flinched when the lonely hoot of an owl echoed through the night air.

On top of all that, the fire was starting to die out. Tommy shivered again. It wasn't even close to winter yet, it was barely even starting to be fall, but the night air was cool, and it made chills pervade deeply through his clothes. He stood and moved to the side of the cage closest to the fire, wishing he had taken up Dream's offer of a blanket or a scrap of cloth or something as he sat back against the slightly warm metal bars.

Damn his pride. It was going to be a long night.

Poor Tommy...exile hasn't been too kind to him, but at least his wings haven't been cut off...yet.

Wordless versions:

I based his wings off of a red-tailed hawk, one of my favorite birds of prey :3

I think they suit him, don't y'all?

Don’t forget to mention that...

Well I never expected this to be the first finished bit of writing I posted here. I promise I’m still writing that other one I’ve hinted at, I just want it to be perfect!! I actually wrote this back in August and was re-reading it and thought: huh its not bad so edited it a bit and here we are. (this is literally the 2nd fanfic I’ve ever written as well as g/t piece and I haven’t even finished the first so please be kind qwq)  This was inspired by an artwork that @dingbatnix created! Original post here  I hope you like it ❤️

cw: mcyt g/t, soft, slight panic, mention of death man I hope that’s right

word count:  2375

Czytaj dalej

Incredibly angsty idea: since we don’t know every last detail of c!Quackity’s torture of c!Dream in the prison (like, yes, there were tools and maiming and lots of blood, but it’s not like we got an exact play-by-play of months-worth of in-universe torture), I would consider it to be very, very possible that c!Quackity absolutely played on c!Dream’s fear of being alone.

Look. c!Dream didn’t exactly keep it subtle that he craved any kind of social interaction at all - from burning his clocks to keep c!Sam coming back, to the way he behaved with his visitors, etc. there’s no way that c!Quackity didn’t pick up on it. And abuse that knowledge.

Maybe he showed up and just ignored c!Dream entirely, acting like c!Dream wasn’t there at all. Just put down a block to sit on, started messaging people on his communicator like it was everyday Las Nevadas business, and totally blanked on the words of the man he chained to the wall last night. That man isn’t there. He doesn’t exist.

c!Dream is relieved - at first. But after a few days, completely alone, alone in the worst way, alone in the sense that he is not actually alone but he might as well be for all the acknowledgement he gets, he’s… 

It’s not good. 

Perhaps it even gets to the point where c!Quackity messes with c!Dream’s sense of reality. Acts as though not only does he not know c!Dream is there, but that c!Dream never existed in the first place. 

We know that intercom systems are canonical technology to the DSMP as the prison has one, so why can c!Quackity not have verbal conversations through his communicator (or pretend to have) where c!Dream is forced to hear a one-sided conversation of everyone’s lives without him - of DSMP historical events referenced in such a way that censors c!Dream’s existence from them entirely. 

It starts out subtle, but becomes slowly undeniable that c!Quackity is building a world that c!Dream is exempt from completely. c!Dream picks up on it, thinks that such would never work - he knows he’s real, that his life is - but here’s the thing about the human brain: if you tell it a lie enough times, it will start to perceive it as truth. If you tell it it’s remembering wrong, eventually it will start to alter its own recollection. 

This is why gaslighting works, this is how cults gain such influence over people; by slowly changing the world around them until they can no longer remember that it originally looked any other way. 

And Dream’s not exactly in a position where he can touch base with objective reality - the outside world, something c!Sam and c!Quackity haven’t touched and have minimal influence in - anymore, is he? 

(“Look at me,” Dream begs, quietly. See me. Acknowledge me. I am here, I’m here, I swear I am.

Quackity smiles. “Why would I?” he asks, speaking to Dream for the first time in weeks. His smile is nasty as he says, softly, “You don’t exist, and no one misses you; you’re nothing.”

“I am not nothing,” Dream protests, hope rising in his heart as suddenly the focus of Quackity looking at him shudders across his body like flames. It means pain, he knows it does, but - 

But is pain not preferrable to inexistence?

“Oh, Dream,” Quackity says, disappointedly. “Oh, Dream, Dream, Dream. But you are. No one even thinks to visit; they’ve all forgotten you. That’s how little you meant, how small a presence you were in their lives. Face it: I’m the only one who cares enough to come here.” Quackity walks over to Dream slowly, every step methodical. “Even Sam put everything on automatic, right? So he didn’t have to look at you. But look at me, Dream.”

Dream looks at him. Where else is there to look?

Quackity rests a gentle palm on Dream’s exposed cheek, nails scratching a little at long-dried blood. “You only exist here, in my world, Dream,” he whispers. “You’re mine now.”

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“Dream?” Punz asks, frowning. They reach out, but Dream shrinks from their touch, eyes a bit wild in the sunlight glinting off the snow.

“… Punz?” Dream replies, swallowing.

“Yes?” Punz responds instantly. “What is it, what’s wrong? Do you need more supplies?”

Dream’s fingers tremble. “This is - this is real, right? You remember me?”

What the fuck. “Of course I do,” Punz says, carefully. “You’re a bit unforgettable, Dream.” Then, comfortingly, “And this is real, you’re out, you’re never going back there.” Punz won’t let him, not after this, they swear. Fuck the plan of using it as a base, because whatever this is, it’s not going to ever be helped by that fucking box.

“Good,” Dream says, tight, his green eyes still flicking up and down Punz, drinking them in, like if he doesn’t memorise them they’ll vanish into nothingness before him. “Good. I… I just - I just wanted to check.”)