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"Thanks for helping me remove this, Puffy." Bad sighed as he continued to tear through the sandstone and wool. The sheep hybrid snorting from above him where she had climbed to the top.
"Hey I didn't want to see this either every single time I walked up here." She gestured to the hotel across from the way with her shears. "...plus I felt bad for Tommy's business."
"Oh goodness, I didn't even think of that." The demon gasped, hand flying to his mouth as he followed the point. "Remind me to bake him some apology muffins."
"Do I get some of those?"
"Of course!"
They shared smiles, laughing and continuing on with their previous conversation. Talking about shopping and encountering weirdos. They had torn down half of the obscene monument when they heard shouting.
Looking up in unison to see Sam barreling down the path with a frantic expression. Mask off and trying to find something.
"...oh no." Puffy muttered and jumped down. Landing carefully on hooved feet. "Sam!" She called out and the man stopped dead in his tracks. Whirling around to locate her before his shoulders slumped in relief and he started running towards them. "Sam! Please tell me Dream didn't escape!"
Both her and the demon jumped off the roof then. To meet him at the door of the mansion. Puffy feeling instantly out of place against the two giants. One ten feet tall and the other seven.
She stared up at him however with concern on her features and he took a moment to catch his breath before he spoke. "N-no!" He managed and they all shared a sigh of relief. "But I need help."
"What's wrong?" Bad asked, immediately sympathetic. Already reaching out to the man's shoulder in comfort.
"Dream...Dream is sick or something."
"Oh, like...really sick? Can't you just call in a doctor?" Puffy tilted her head a bit confused. Then noticed that Sam's face was red. Not from exertion but...embarrassment.
"....Saaaaaam...what kind of sick is he?"
It's not Sam who answers. No, instead Bad seems to catch on immediately. Hand flying to his mouth and Puffy fears the worst. Until the demon bursts into giggles. Trying to muffle them the best he could. Both hands at his cheeks now to try and stop the smile.
Sam's face flushes a deeper red. Looking away and now Puffy looks between them. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Am...am I missing something here?!"
Bad clears his throat. Barely able to get words out between his laughter. Hands fidgeting and his tail swishes. "Uh...well um...Puffy...you know how...some hybrids...have instincts...and such?"
"...yeah, I am one." She put her hands on her hips. Huffing and a bit of her rainbow wool hair flies out of her face.
"...and you know how uh...some hybrids have...times of the year...where they..." He trailed off. Bursting into more giggles. Though now they were more embarrassed than anything else. The kind of laughter he has when he's trying to suppress a dirty joke.
Puffy stares at him. Then it dawns on her. Eyes widening and ears flickering. And poor Sam because she bursts into laughter as well. "OH GOD! Sam's got a horny prisoner!"
"PUFFY! LANGUAGE!" Bad scolds her but he's laughing as well. Unable to contain it anymore. Clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes and Puffy leans on him as she laughs as well. Sam standing in front of them with an exhausted expression.
His cheeks so red that anymore and he'd be a perfect substitute for a Christmas decoration.
It takes a while for them to stop laughing. For them to wipe away their tears and face Sam seriously. Even if they're still cracking smiles. Puffy pats the warden on the beefy muscled arm.
"Sam, Sam, Sam. Just let it pass right? Most people's ruts only last a week at most! Just mute his cell microphone and look away from the camera feed!"
Sam sighs loudly. Fingers coming to the bridge of his nose. "If it were that simple, I'd gladly do it." He crosses his arms over his chest and gestures out with one hand. "I meant it when I said Dream was sick."
Bad frowns, tail swishing anxiously and Puffy's smile wipes away. "...what do you mean?"
"...follow me." Sam says instead of explaining and the two exchange looks before they do.
The walk to the prison is awkwardly silent. The closer they get, the more tense the warden becomes. Not even bothering with his usual check-in process of visitors and taking them to his security desk.
He pulls up the video feed for Dream's cell. Turns on the sound, takes a step back and offers it to them.
Puffy cringes. Holding up her hands. "Sam, I don't wanna watch him-"
"Puffy, I'm not asking you to watch porn or anything." The man hisses. "...just...look."
Bad and her do lean forward eventually. Their eyes widening as they see the last thing they expected on the screen. Not Dream in a compromising position. Instead, Dream was pacing.
Clumsy weak pacing. Occasionally stumbling into his obsidian walls. Letting out pitiful little wails as he did. Switching between being on two legs at times and four when it seemed like he couldn't support himself.
What few furniture items he had in there had been torn to shreds. His bed nothing more than splinters and strips of fabric. His clock lay shattered and the glass scattered everywhere. The lectern and books he so loved torn apart and ruined beyond repair.
And his water, which was refilled automatically, was clawed at like he had been trying to tip it over or get into it. Part of his jumpsuit soaked and his hair damp against his mask.
Bad straightened up instantly. Nodding to Sam. "I'll get George and Sapnap." He said and then was gone in a blur of demonic speed.
Puffy felt her insides twisting at the sight. Of how broken and pained the poor boy looked. She knew he belonged in here. That he did horrible horrible things. But now, as he wailed and cried and struggled with whatever his body was doing to him-all she wanted to do was rescue him.
"...Sam, let me visit."
Sam didn't argue. Just nodding as he started going through the motions of what she had to do. It felt like hours before she was finally on that platform. Finally approaching the lava wall that was slowly drawing back.
When all that blocked her from those whimpering sounds was a wall of netherite.
Sam lowered it and she jogged her way to her somewhat of a son. Dropping down on her knees beside him as he seemed to slowly register that he wasn't alone anymore. Hissing at her at first. Backing up against the corner of his room and arching like a cat.
Then he recognized her and he melted.
Giving a pained whine as he dove forward into her awaiting arms. Pushing into the hug as she rubbed his back and brushed her fingers through his hair.
Now that she was holding him, she could see it was so much worse.
He was sweating. Overheating. Barely breathing through it. His muscles were tense like they were all locked up at the same time. He trembled with every movement. His voice was hoarse. Marks on his hands and neck where he had been scratching at himself.
And he clutched onto her like she was the only thing keeping him from death itself.
"Dream." She said, trying to get him to focus. Pulling back was a struggle as he whimpered and clawed at her. Nails dulled while he was in prison but they still managed to do a little bit of damage. "Dream, come on. Look at me."
He either can't or won't. She can't tell the difference and she feels a bit bad when she resorts to grabbing him by his shoulder length hair and forcing him back. He wails with it but does let go finally.
"Can I take off your mask?" She asks. Keeping a hold on him so he can't hide away again. So he's forced to answer her. He tries to say something, she can tell but eventually gives up and just gives a shaky nod. "Okay, okay."
She lets him go and he pushes back into her arms. Burying his face against her shoulder as her hands reach up to undo the mask. Pulling it off and cringing at the dampness from both the water and sweat.
She sets it aside and turns her head to try and get a look at his face.
His red eyes are glassy, dazed and unfocused. Staring straight ahead when he's trying to hide away. Like he can't move them or he sees something that isn't there. Slowly Puffy starts to pet him through his hair. Shushing down those whines that just seem to get louder with the touch.
Yet he still pushes into her hand. Like he needs this more than anything right now.
"Bad went to get George and Sapnap." She mutters and he suddenly sobs. As though that was what he needed to hear. She rocks him in her arms as he cries and it isn't long before she hears the creaking of the redstone mechanics behind her.
Turning her head to look back as Sam arrives with all three of them as promised.
George and Sapnap freeze in the doorway of the room. Whatever issue they had between them and Dream before this moment now gone in the blink of an eye. Pain on their features because of all people on this server, they're the ones who would know what was going on.
And they do. Because they take a moment to look on in horror and then start barking orders.
"Sam, we need to get him out of here." George begins as Sapnap darts forward to kneel beside Puffy and Dream.
Sam hesitates, frowning. George looks like he wants to yell but he refrains. Understanding the dilemma. "It doesn't have to be outside of the prison but it needs to be a bigger brighter room. Something more open."
Bad snaps his fingers. "The med bay?" He offers to Sam and Sam nods then. It was made for prisoners that were sick or injured either way. For the times when a respawn wouldn't do. He started formulating a plan on how to transport Dream.
All the while Sapnap was petting the man too. Chuckling as Dream leaned into his touch breathless. His hand no doubt felt too hot against Dream's skin but he didn't seem to notice or mind. Sniffing at the familiar scent and whining whenever Sapnap pulled away even briefly.
When Dream licked his palm, he grimaced.
"Ugh no, don't' start that." He drew it back. Ignoring the whine and wiped the saliva off on his shirt.
Puffy snorted, she couldn't help it and she watched the blush rise to Sapnap's features. Rare but amusing all the same.
"What's the matter? Can't handle a little drool between friends?" She teased and got a half-hearted glare in return.
"Oh? You want a turn? I'm sure he'll gladly-"
"Ew no! I'm practically his mother!" She glanced down at her "son", her duckling. Frowning as she watched another shiver wrack his frame. "...what's wrong with him?"
"We'll explain once we get him settled." George cut in then, walking over as Sam started to summon metal objects into his hands. Crouching down beside the group and taking hold of Dream's arm closest to him.
He was met with weak resistance. With a pained yelp and he froze when Dream seemed ready to burst into tears.
"Sam, what's that?"
"Tracking and weight restraints." The warden sighed. Holding them up to show them. "These four will go on his wrists and ankles. If he gets out of the prison, they'll start to weigh him down so he can't get far." Then he held up one like a collar. "Tracking." Then a small metal ring. "Tracking."
He looked at Dream. Who wasn't really comprehending anything beyond pain and discomfort. "He'll need them if he wants out of this room."
"He needs out of this room." George corrected and Sapnap reached forward then. To take hold of that arm Sam had been trying to move. Starting to massage a little into the tense muscle. Using the heat of his hands to help.
Eventually it loosened enough that Sam could put the first restraint on. A slow process with the other three. The collar the easiest and the ring went on Dream's slightly pointed ear. Almost like a mix between a cattle tag and an earring.
Once all of them were locked in place, Sam and George began to delegate who would do what. Avoiding one person carrying Dream just in case. Even if Bad could surely handle his barely there weight.
Sam and Sapnap carried him under the arms and legs. With Bad and George guiding them ahead and Puffy following up the rear of the group. Pausing occasionally when Dream would thrash and screech like he was in agony.
They settled him on a transport cot when they were finally on the opposite side of the cell and the screeches died away back into pained whimpers.
The med bay looked like it had been cleared in a hurry of anything dangerous. Things pushed behind locked doors and drawers. Just the pale beds and wash stations left open.
They settled him down into a bed and he almost immediately turned off the side to vomit. Barely caught in a trashcan just in time.
George raced to the nearest sink then, getting a paper towel and soaking it in cool water before he returned. Starting to dab at Dream's flushed skin. Each time leaving behind a pale splotch where the skin had briefly cooled before it turned red and sweaty again.
"What's wrong with him?" Puffy asked again, expecting an answer as she hovered towards the foot of the bed.
Sapnap sighed.
"...it seemed like a rut at first," Sam grumbled, his tone resigned as if he had felt like he did something wrong. Hand running through his short green hair.
"It probably was." Sapnap admitted then. Shrugging a bit. "...Dream's always kind of been a mess. He told us long ago that he's not human...but he's not exactly one species either." He put his hands in his pockets then. Biting his lower lip briefly. "...when we were younger he uh...he went through this a lot."
"Didn't tell us shit, we learned the hard way when we found him practically dying in his bedroom when we didn't see him for a few days." He huffed. "...his ruts and heats are fucked up, they don't work right and they happen randomly."
"...ruts AND heats?" Bad questioned, frowning. "...but...Dream is...isn't Dream a-I mean I know there's males that do it and not everything is tied to a gender but-"
"Yeah." Sapnap concluded. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "But he's always had both. Sometimes this shit starts off as a rut sometimes a heat then it becomes this twisted mess of both."
He then gestured at Dream on the bed. "Most of the time he just ends up like this. In too much pain to function."
"So how do you help him?" Bad asked, frowning as Dream let out another pained noise. Another rush of liquid from his mouth but less chunks. The vomit just becoming bile.
George and Sapnap exchanged looks. The expressions on their faces settling a deep anxiety in everyone's stomachs.
"...you don't know." Sam concluded.
"...we know he can't be in a hot place." George mutters. "...he overheats easily and uh...when he feels slightly better, he eats a lot...and he needs a lot of room to pace and stuff...but...uh...that's about it." He looks down, frowning. Embarrassed by his lack of knowledge.
"...he never talks to us about it."
"...we don't even think he remembers much of it once it stops."
"We can't just leave him like this!" Puffy exclaims, her heart breaking when more whimpers echo through the room. As she watches Dream writhe against the bed. Claw at the sheets and try to tear through them for some sort of relief.
Sam sighs, looking around the room. "We could probably send a request to another server for medical supplies." He puts his hands on his hips. Breathing in and out like his patience was wearing thin. "...but that could take weeks to arrive and the best option would be suppressants and we don't know how they'd affect him."
The server wasn't known for the best medical care. Everyone just took care of themselves. Ponk had been their best source of medical care for the longest time and after the whole issue with cats, no one exactly trusted him.
Not even Sam who would almost call them friends.
"Okay people." Bad interrupted their silence. Clasping his hands together. "We're not animals. No offense Puffy."
"None taken."
"We can do this rationally and calmly. We just have to be observant and listen." His tail swished as he smiled. Looking down at Dream before reaching out to brush his clawed hand through that hair. Earning a little purr as Dream pressed into the touch. "We can help him if we pay attention."
"That sounds so creepy Bad, not going to lie."
"Sap!"
"Just saying."
"Sooooo, you're saying we take notes or something?" Sam muttered.
"Yep! That way we can figure this out and hopefully be prepared for next time...or make this the most comfortable he's ever been."
The demon then smiled, hands on his hips as his horns brushed the top of the ceiling. "Worst thing we can do is ignore him!"
A pause and his face flushed, clearing his throat.
"...except for the times when he needs privacy."
"Is that everyone?" Sam asked as he looked around the meeting room. Frowning when he saw two empty chairs. "...why do I even bother asking. Who's missing?"
"Sorry!" Phil barged in at that moment. A little out of breath and taking a moment to lean in the doorway. Shrugging off the heavy blue winter cape that sat around his shoulders. Draping it over a chair as he sat down.
Wings stretching out briefly and nearly knocking Quackity out of his seat. "I tried to wake up Techno but short of summoning a wither in his bedroom, nothing I tried worked." He groaned, putting his head in his arms.
"We appreciate the attempt." Niki chuckled, reaching out to pat his arm.
"I'm sure you can just fill him in later on what's going on." Sam got everyone's attention back on him. All of the adults of the server now seated around the large conference room table of Tommy's hotel.
Sam having put Sam Nook outside the door and Fran by the windows to keep a look out and make sure the kids didn't try to sneak in. He clasped his hands together, sighed and tried to find his words.
"...this...is in regards to Dream." He began and noticed the way several people stiffened. Some going for weapons at their sides and others looking prepared for the worst news.
Though Quackity perked up joyfully. "Is he dead?!"
"...no, Quackity, he's still alive."
"Carajo!"
"He escaped." Ant concluded, his tail nervously swishing.
"Y'all should really stop guessing." Sapnap chuckled, a little darkly. Hiding his smile when Bad and Sam flushed in slight embarrassment and George nudged him hard with his elbow. Puffy being absent from the meeting as she opted to stay with Dream.
Sam silently prayed to the gods that they could give him strength as everyone looked to him expectantly. Clearing his throat. "He's...uh...he's..."
He didn't know how to word this. Without being crude or making everyone run out of his meeting for fear of the worst. He took a deep breath. "Okay look, promise me you'll hear me out after I say this."
Ponk pushed a little ways back further in his seat. "Sam, you're scaring me." Callahan beside him nodding in agreement.
"Just rip the band aid off Mate, if he's not escaped it can't be much worse than that right?" Phil chuckled, though he had a little bit of a nervous ring to it.
Sam knew Phil was right. Groaning internally before he finally muttered out, "...he's in season."
Silence followed his words. Dead silence even as Sapnap fought hard to keep from laughing. Burying his face in his arms to muffle it as his fist banged against the table. George beside him blushing a little as he looked away.
Bad had his face in his hands. Cheeks bright once more as Skeppy looked to him as though he might have more answers.
"...you called a server wide meeting...because Dream has a boner."
And Jack's words were the end of everyone.
Sapnap lost it, bursting out laughing. Falling off his chair and it wasn't long before Quackity was joining him. Laughing so hard that he was wheezing more than Tommy does normally. Karl had hidden in his hoodie but it was clear he was laughing too.
Phil had made a face between confused and disgusted. Niki had brought her hands to her mouth like she was torn between laughing and being shocked. Skeppy was leaning on Bad's shoulder while he cackled.
Ponk shrugging it off.
Callahan just making a face at Sam as if questioning why he was allowed in the server in the first place.
Eret, who had taken the end of the table to stretch out their long legs and relax now sat forward. Poised regally as if actually considering why this was such an issue.
When the chaos eventually settled to a dull cackling from two of the loudest people, Sam wanted to jump out the window.
Casting glances to it occasionally but knowing Fran would stop him if he tried.
"Ooooooooookay, I'm heading back home." Phil pushed up from his chair and Sam dove for him. Managing to catch him by the sleeve before he get far. "Bruh." Phil stared down at him. Tone very much like Techno's in that moment.
"Please, please just hear me out." The man squeaked and Phil eventually relented. Sitting back down as Sam returned to the front of the table.
"Look I know it sounds crazy-"
"A boner meeting!"
"Quackity, shut up." George groaned, taking off his glasses before he stood. Gaining attention of the room instead. "Listen, the reason we called this meeting is because Dream doesn't have normal biology."
"We been knew."
"Seriously, Karl, shut up Quackity."
George rolled his eyes. "And when he goes into these weird messed up heats and ruts stuff, he gets really sick and basically suffers the entire time." He finished, sighing as he gestured out. "So he can't stay in the prison unless we want to torture him the entire time."
Sam didn't even need to look to know that Quackity was voting already for the torture. Hearing Karl whisper 'put your hand down!' against the quiet that followed.
"Okay, let me get this straight." Phil said then, sighing as he too rubbed the bridge of his nose. Exhaustion on his features. "You...are going to ask permission from all of us, to let Dream out of prison...while he's for lack of a better term, horny as hell?"
"There was a way better term dude."
"Language!"
Sam groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "More or less? Look, we came to a conclusion that if we don't want Dream to suffer through this we need to help him. But even George and Sapnap know barely how to help him. So we need to observe and give him options."
"Why would we want to help him?!" Quackity burst out of Karl's hold. Standing up and gesturing out. "Did we forget why he's in there?! The dude is fucked up! He tortured children for fun!"
He then pointed towards the hotel around him. "Or did you forget, Sam! That the boy who built this entire thing with you was his favorite victim!"
"Serving time and being tortured by your own biology are two very different things, Quackity!"
"Yeah, yeah whatever. My vote is no. He stays in there and he suffers. End of story." The man turned on his heel then. Yanking open the door, scaring the kids that were on the other side of it trying to listen in. Chasing them off with yells as he slammed it behind him.
Angry Spanish echoing down the hall until the decently soundproof barrier drowned it out.
Sam looked around at the rest, sheepishly.
"I'm kind of with Quackity on this one." Jack admitted. Shrugging and staring down at the table. As if part of him was ashamed to admit he wouldn't mind seeing Dream suffer. Biting his lower lip when Niki looked to him concerned. "...he's a really fucked up guy. How do we know this isn't a trick or something?"
"Trust us, it's not. We've seen him suffer through this for years." Sapnap sighed. "We'd tell you otherwise if he was faking it."
"As a hybrid-" Skeppy began, cringing when the attention was turned on him. "...I don't have heats and ruts and shit but I know that stuff really messes with you if it goes bad." He looked down at the table. "If we can find a way to keep him contained during all of it, sure."
"...I agree." Bad nodded along and they looked to the other hybrids present.
Ant's fur was a bit bristled and Phil looked even more exhausted than before.
After a moment of quiet, the cat sighed. "I abstain." He stood up then, apologizing softly before he left the room. Tail swishing behind him anxiously and there was no sign of the kids when he did go through the door.
Phil lifted his head. "...I don't know what Techno would say to be honest." He waved his hand. "But I personally would love to see Dream stay in the prison." He hesitated, sighed. "...but I also know what hell hybrids go through." Rolled his eyes. "...so I guess I'm with Bad and Skeppy on this one."
He held up his finger. "Keep him contained, keep him under guard. The minute he's fine, he goes back in."
"...I agree with Phil." Niki piped up quietly and that left Ponk, Karl, Callahan, and Eret at the table to vote.
Ponk raised his hand to ask a question and Sam sighed. "No, you can't experiment on him." The warden growled and Ponk lowered his hand.
"Then I am neutral to all of this."
Karl let out a quiet but nervous, "I agree with letting him out but also keeping him guarded."
Callahan sighed before he signed that he was agreement over that. Then they all looked to Eret. Who hadn't moved from their position.
Still focused on the table and pondering.
"Eret?" Sam asked.
"I propose we allow Tommy to vote."
"Eret, with all due respect...what the fuck."
Eret stood in front of Tommy. Head held high, a soft smile on their face the entire. A comforting scene amidst the words they had just said. Ignoring the horror twisting on the children's faces around them.
Keeping their gaze though hidden behind sunglasses on Tommy and Tommy alone.
Tommy stared up at them. Jaw dropped open. Stunned really and then he looked away. Face scrunching up in a grimace. Trembling a little but trying not to show it.
"Take your time." Eret assured him and turned away, heading for their castle. Not long after they did, Tommy fell to the grass. Tubbo and Ranboo both yelling as they dove at the same time to catch him.
Nearly tripping over each other and Sam almost whined as he stepped forward. Flanked at his side by Bad, Phil, and Niki.
Who had remained to see the results of what Eret had proposed.
Phil sighed softly, crouching down beside the teen and gently lifting his good wing around him. Tommy stared at nothing, though his hands did reach up and start touching the feathers for comfort.
It didn't take long after his hands started stimming that the words flowed out of his mouth in a rush.
"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-" Bad didn't even bother to reprimand him. "Why me?!" He squeaked, nearly clutching the feathers too hard and Phil winced. "Why do I gotta decide?! I don't like the guy! I hate the guy! I hate Dream! He's a fucked up monster!" He let go then, pushed up off the ground.
Stumbled and Sam steadied him.
"Why me?!" He yelled louder, hands patting his chest. Staring up at Sam who frowned down at him.
"Because you were the one most affected by him." Sam explained then, resting a hand on Tommy's shoulder. "I agree with Eret. Your opinion matters more than anyone else's right now. We don't want to put you in danger of your abuser."
"We aren't going to be upset if you say no, Tommy." Bad assured him. "We want your honest answer."
"Eret said that he'll be basically tortured right?!"
The adults exchanged looks. Not happy with how blunt Eret was with the conversation overall. Tommy scowled, hands coming up to his hair. Starting to pace. "So what?! If I say no, am I as bad of a monster as he is?!"
"No!" Several voices said at once.
"He did so many fucked up things to me!" Tommy yelled, not really listening to them. "What if I want him to suffer?!?! What if I want to be the bad guy and leave him there to die?!" He let out a frustrated scream. Punching the nearest solid object, which happened to be a tree.
Wincing with the pain. Shaking off his hand and staring at his reddening knuckles.
"Sam." The new voice interrupted his anger. Puffy approaching the group cautiously. Looking up at the warden who glanced back at her. "They need you in the med bay. They're trying to order supplies."
He hesitantly nodded, looking back at Tommy who waved him off with a middle finger. He sighed and turned away. Puffy stayed. Watching him go before she turned her sights on Tommy.
Reaching out and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He flinched under her touch but didn't push her away. Somewhat leaning into it.
"...you stink." He growled and she chuckled.
"Yeah, I do. That's the smell of Dream's vomit."
"Gross, don't touch me!"
"I washed it off, don't worry!" She didn't let go. Instead guiding him to sit on the nearby bench. Motioning at the others and they broke apart. Phil taking Ranboo and Tubbo's attention as he gently pushed them back towards their home.
She sat next to Tommy and he stared down at the ground. Avoiding looking at her.
"What." He scoffed. "Going to convince me to try and help your son?!"
"No." She said firmly, resting her hands on her knees. "I want you to be honest when you decide." Apparently someone had filled her in on what was going on. "Tommy, Dream is a horrible person."
Tommy blinked up at her in surprise.
"He did horrible things to you and he didn't even try and say sorry." Her ears flicked and she sighed. "...that's not worth forgiveness. That's certainly not worth your time, patience, or leniency."
She reached out gently and took his hand. Rubbing the back of his hand. Feeling the tension slowly slip away as she did. He was going limp. Touch-starved and weak from how long it's been since he had just casual interactions.
"Tommy, it doesn't make you a bad person to want bad things to happen to a bad man."
The tears started and he tried to muffle them. Tried to hide them but she just pulled him into a hug. He buried against her much like Dream had. Pushing into the hug like it was the only thing between him and death.
She hated how much she was comparing the two in the moment.
"And so Tommy will be staying with Phil and Techno or Tubbo and Ranboo during the entire time." Puffy explained, Sam nodding along to her words. Glancing back over his shoulder towards the med bay.
Where George and Sapnap were trying to convince an exhausted Dream to walk.
"So that settles it." The warden sighed. "Operation Fix Dream is a go."
He paused then, smirking behind his mask. "...actually that's not half a bad idea. Let's just get Dream fixed."
"Sam!"