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sapituscanpvp · 3 years ago

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Follow the Leader

Tw/Cw : torture, death/murder, blood, violence,suffocation, Neck injury, gore, manipulation/dehumanization. Tread lightly!

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[Context thread here]

When they were children,Dream was always sort of...weird. Off, even. He didn't like when Sapnap would play with the other kids. Didn't like when plans didn't go exactly how Dream wanted them. When things weren't his way, it wasn't the right way. He didn't like when he couldn't be the leader.

But Sapnap. Sapnap was always there. He was reliable. He was always going to be on Dream's side. He was always his obedient little follower. Dream had been thinking it over, in his young state. That if he couldn't be the leader forever, then what exactly was the point? But he knew Sapnap was reliable. He knew Sapnap would listen. So he'd proposed a game to his friend. Mask slid to the side,smiling down at the nether hybrid.

"Sapnap! Let's play follow the leader. I'm the leader…"

Sapnap woke up shivering. Freezing cold, like he'd been dunked in an ice bath. There was a dull ache in the back of his head. That ache started to catch his brain up to speed, groggy as he recalled the nights events. He was...relaxing? He'd been in bed. Checking his comm,dicking around. Then Dream, of all people, had contacted him. And then..

Gods. Gods. Dream. Right! He'd been..revived. He'd shown up with a stick of dynamite and the blunt end of his axe connecting with Sapnaps head. He'd hunted his best friend down, dragged him here, and..and now? Now he was..strapped to a standing table?

Flexing his arms proved to be worthless, the leather digging into his forearms and kept him pinned. It was..ridiculously cold in this weird chamber. Cold and impersonal iron pressing into his back. His legs were strapped down to the table as well, stripped of his weapons and any hidden daggers of his. Dream must have memorized where they lay hidden. Speaking of the bastard, he was sitting at some stupid large table, a map of the smp spread across it. He was marking things, like they were places to hit. His gauntlets were hovered over Kinoko Kingdom.

"D-Dream? Dream."

Sapnaps voice was rough. But it didn't seem to catch Dreams attention. Atleast, he didn't let on that it had. He knew Sapnap could be patient. He would teach him to be, if he got out of hand.

"Dream. Hey! Dream! What are you–what are you doing? Let me out of this shit!"

His teeth were gritting together, hating to be ignored. The least he could do was spare him a glance. But it wasn't enough to get Dream’s attention. Snarling, the netherborn started to thrash in his restraints. His nerves felt fried, shooting little bolts of pain up and down his body as he tried to rip out of the leather. It was so, so cold though. And that only made it harder to focus. It must have been on purpose, judging from how many layers Dream had on. When he finally did get a reaction out of him, it was a glance up. Mask moved to the side so he could focus on that map.

"You're really loud y'know, Sap. Be good, and wait for me. You can do that can't you? Hey, do, do you think that Kinoko is more susceptible tooooo, fire orrrr...tnt? I mean the stick I used was pretty good wasn't it? Blew a whole chunk of your lawn up! It must be because the place is so soft. Admittedly, it's so new and unused that maybe the stone will keep up better but uh, hey, only one way to find out huh?"

Dream seems amused by the horror playing out on his friends face. Laughing when he yells and tugs the straps.

"Calm down! Calm down. You know, we don't need to let it come to this Sapnap. We can do this the easy way! We can. You just...need to listen to me. You can do that can't you? You've always been really good at taking orders Sap."

Dream drops his drafting pencil, moving around the table to walk the tied down dog. He was in need of correction. He'd snapped at his owner's merciless hand far too many times for his taste. Standing in front of him now, Dream folded his hands behind his back. Leaning in, he flashed his teeth at Sapnap.

"You know, you're my best friend. This uh, this is why I'm giving you a second chance. So how about..we take this real nice and easy, huh? We don't need to do this the hard way, even though you're just so fucking hard headed. You can just agree to be on my side again. The right side! And we can all work on that big happy family. Doesn’t that sound nice, Pandas?"

He waits a beat for Sapnap to respond. He seems to be thinking. But then his kindness, his mercy, is returned with hot spit in his face. If Sapnap wasn't so freezing cold, the spit would've been scalding. But losing blood, and getting stuck in this temperature saved Dream a new burn scar on his face.

Laughing, full of mirth and contained rage, Dream wiped the spit off. Then he was sliding the mask back onto his face. Empty ceramic smile, staring down a shivering mess. Sapnap hated that stupid mask.

"I'm not��I’m not helping you with SHIT! You can–you can fuck off, Dream! I killed you once and–and when I get outta this I'll kill you again. Just for stepping foot in Kinoko–you fucking fre–"

His words were cut off with a harsh slap. Rattling his head and making his face ache. But it would take far worse to make him break. Physical pain only did so much to him. Not with how much he's endured already.

Dream didn't speak again. He didn't allow Sapnap that privilege. It was just like when he visited the prison. Absolute silence. This would be his way of repentance, Dream thought. To take what I deal, as always.I alone hold the cards, and he's going to listen to his dealer. No more pleaing and begging and fucking nonesense- he’s supposed to follow. Isn’t this for the best?

It was really all Sapnap could do, in the end. Sit there and take the correction. Even as Dream amped up his praises. In his eyes, he was the god, punishing a sinner for their mortal failings. If anything, this was Dream’s sacrifice. To watch and listen as he broke Sapnap to bits. Silent, allowing his friends shrieks of pain to fill the room. He wasn't kind. He was all powerful. And the book scrawled across his brain was proof of that. The book he transferred to paper, as a threat to Sapnap. Watching his eyes blow wide with fear.

"You–you’re not going to use–use it on me, are you?"

The fallen angel's voice came out cracked, spitting blood as he spoke, since the red coated his lips. A broken nose came as one of his forms of worship, along with various tests of Sapnap’s ability to handle enchanted weapons. Under normal circumstances, the tazing wouldn't have hurt so bad. If he hadn't died to electricity at some point. But Dream either didn't know, or didn't care.

The book was held up, along with a weapon. Something like a nail file. He'd already used it to "smooth" out the jagged edges of a broken horn. Sapnap didn't seem to be thankful for Dream’s kindness. He'd whined and complained the whole time. Cried even. But it was alright if he cried! That didn't matter. What mattered was that they were together again. Any pain he felt would be temporary. He just needed to get it out of his system, before he could really be a holy knight of Dream’s again. Then he’d be perfect.

The worn leather was a threat and a promise. Dream’s wide grin could be seen even behind his mask, with how his scarred skin pulled with a sick joy.

"I don't know. Do you want me to use it? You mean a lot to me. I wouldn't mind reviving you, after all of this. After all ,aren't I helping you see? Sapnap. I just want you see where I'm coming from. That's all! It really is."

"How is–how is torturing me...making me see..anything? Why would I join you again after–after you've kept me here for–for what? A day? Longer? Just–just going in on me like I'm some sort of science experiment! Is��is that all I am to you!? Just some toy you can break, over and over and over again?!"

He’s screaming. Sapnaps screaming, tears burning down his bloody cheeks. He's given up trying to fight back at this point. There's no use in thrashing around, or trying to will his body to survive it all. He's dizzy, he's dehydrated, and he's worn to the bone. He's raw. Stripped bare to whatever fun new exercise Dream can think of. He's got a sneaking suspicion that this is less about getting revenge for killing Dream, and more so a form of entertainment.

It's quiet, all but for a moment where Dream sighs. And he sounds disappointed. As if he can't possibly see why Sapnap would think this way. The book is set down, along with the file. Then he's right up close to Sapnap, reaching out to hold his face. Like a concerned friend would. Ignoring the smears of blood, and the way his supposed friend flinches away. Ignores how his breath hitches and picks up, frozen in place.

"Sapnap, of course not! You're my Sapnap–! If you weren't so stubborn, we wouldn't have to be doing all of this. We could've stopped hours ago," the gentle cupping turns into one hand gripping his jaw. Squeezing, forcing Sapnap to look at him. Letting smoke huff from Sapnaps scrunched nose, obviously pained. "I just want you back. Don't you want it back? Back to when we ran around, just us, having fun–you were my friend! You were my best friend." His nails are digging into Sapnaps cheeks, dragging tears to the corners of his squeezed shut eyes. "We could be friends again. And I'd even leave your silly little kingdom alone! I would, I trust you."

The touch turns soft, grip loose now. He's holding Sapnaps chin up, like he's an injured animal. And he is, in a way. Panting, shaking, crying like some baby all over again. The crescent nail marks in his jaw and cheek fit right into the scars. They won't leave any mark besides a phantom pain.

"Wouldn't that be nice, Pandas?"

When Sapnap gains his breath back,when he can drag in a normal breath, he's finally opening his eyes. Watering, sure, but hard as steel. He sniffs to stave off any new sobs.

"Someone's gonna come for me. I’ve–I’ve got people who are gonna notice I'm gone. Karl–"

"You think he even remembers you?--"

"Quackity–"

"Ohhh, I heard all about that one. He hates you. Hates your guts, really."

"George."

"Hah! It'd be a miracle if he woke up for you."

"Foolish–"

"He's a harmless builder. A pacifist! Sword’s off fighting. Don't think you're worth his time."

"Punz."

Oh and that gets a kick out of Dream. He smiles, lightly tugging the hairs on Sapnaps chin as he giggles. Then he laughs, cooing in a mocking way while he brushes sweat sticky hair from Sapnaps forehead.

"Ohh, Punz. Yeah, Punz? I'm sure he's coming for yoooou."

"The point–the point is I don't fucking need you."

Dreams smile drops. Quick as a dime. His expression goes cold, like Sapnaps just stabbed him. Nostrils flare with a contained rage, before he's baring his teeth and laughing at Sapnap. Forced. He doesn't reach out to strike him again. But he does turn away, striding over to the comm on the table.

"Don't need me? Yeah. Sure! Sure. Hey, how about Bad? You didn't even mention him. Come to think of it, your list is pretty short, Sapnap! It's almost like.."

His tone is mocking, sweet sing song, picking up his comm as he punches a message into it.

"It's almost like,there's not many people around who stay around. Besides Me. I'm always here. It's almost like you're made just for me. Nobody else wants you.”

His grin stays the same as he speaks, green eyes burning like Greek fire. Undying. All consuming. The God calls for his messenger. Maybe Sapnap could stand to be a bit more like Punz- so obedient, so willing. It’s a thought. Then he just waits, arms and legs crossed. Staring down his unruly angel.

"You're just saying all this to try and–and get me on your side all over again Dream. I'm not an idiot. I've changed. So have you. Maybe it's for the worse. Either way, I'm not going to help you hurt anyone ever AGAIN you fucking moron!"

Dream’s calm demeanor wears thin, picking up one of the blades he snagged off Sap. Then he's standing over him, pushing the table down by shoving at Sapnap's shoulder. He presses the blade against his throat, sliding that damn mask on again. He's keeping the dog right where he wants him, despite it baring its fangs and snarling at him.

Then Punz is pushing the doors open,entering with his back facing them, slamming it shut behind him. When he turns, the color drains from his face, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. He's trying to process the scene in front of him. Between the way Sapnap is covered in blood, and Dream’s knuckles are stained red, he's not sure what to make of it all.

"PUNZ! PUNZ!"

Sapnap doesn't give him time to process it all, not with how he hollers to his supposed friend. Punz is cringing, hurrying over and directing all his attention to Dream. Not his very obviously injured friend. That confuses the hell out of Sap. For a second he thinks maybe Punz just isn't grasping the reality of this situation.

"Dream!" Punz hisses, grabbing the half written revivebook and starting to tear the pages out, "what are you doing! If you kill Sapnap people will notice! He has connections! And now he knows–knows about all this! Fucking- you can’t, we’ve talked about this!”

It's then, after hearing his friend, that he realizes maybe there aren’t so many people on his side. And that he’s going to need to save himself. So he starts to struggle. It's not the smartest move. He picks up on that mistake when he can suddenly taste metal. When his airway seems to stop working. When there's a splitting pain in his neck. His arms go up to cover the large gash there out of reflex, but he's strapped down. And it seems the other two are momentarily distracted arguing to notice how Dream’s blade has quite literally slit his neck open. It's an accident. A stupid, wreckless accident. But it's intentions are true, and his head is spinning. It feels like when he was zapped under the water, choking, desperate for air. But there's only blood, blood, and more blood.

"Shit! Dream! What the fuck did you do! Oh my god,do something! You fucking idiot! Is his spawn set here–?!"

Punz is yelling, rushing over and trying to stop whatever bleeding is happening. And Dream? He's stock still,watching as his best friend chokes on his own blood. Punz bloody hand reaches out, swiping his mask away and yelling at Dream to "fucking pay attention!"

But he can't. He's got Sapnap’s blood on his mask,and against his hands, and his cheek, and smeared across his soul. He's staring into his eyes as that last defiant snarl passes through Sap’s fangs, and the only thing rising in his throat as he pulls the mask back is a laugh. A horrible, cackling, wide eyed laugh, and his shoulders are shaking and he thinks, somewhere, there might have been a Dream that would’ve cried about this, once.

And then Sapnap’s dead. And so is that Dream. And maybe he should have calculated how fragile he was. Or maybe moved the blade away from his neck. Regardless of the maybes, a fact stands true. He did not control this death, and the mask is back on as quickly as it was taken away. Maybe Sapnap–just maybe, was a lost cause. Maybe this angel was simply too far gone for the god to reel in.

Maybe the game was over.

"...And you’ll be the follower!" Dream’s grinning,watching Sapnap stand to brush the dirt off his jeans. He loves his best friend. They're going to stay together till the end of time. Taking each others hands, Pandas grips it tight. "Okay! When do we stop playing?" He's worried about his curfew. It's the most important thing in his young life, being good for his father. Dream tugs him in a direction,Tapping at his chin.

"Hmm. I don't know! Whenever I get bored I guess."

"Well,hopefully it's before sundown. Dad's got muffins and he said if we go home before it gets dark, you can have some too."

[Sapnap withered away whilst fighting Dream]

{art that the flashbacks are based off here!!}

#it was night when you died my firefly [writing]#kinokos sparring room #[heed the warnings!!!]#[maskedprisoner] ive been itching for a fight with you #toby and kris helped me with this they r so epic woo WOOOOO

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