Dream

It was supposed to be a normal day.

Dream was halfway down the hallway toward his last class when someone slammed into him hard enough to nearly knock the air out of his lungs.

“Hey, Dream!”

He didn’t need to look to know who it was.

George stood in front of him, slightly breathless, eyes brighter than usual. There was something different about him today. Not his usual calm, mildly sarcastic self. He looked… excited.

And that alone made Dream’s heart start misbehaving.

“H-hey,” Dream replied, adjusting his backpack strap. “What’s going on?”

“So you know Sarah, right?”

The name made something tighten in his chest.

Sarah. Popular. Confident. Always surrounded by people. The girl George had been talking about for months.

“Yeah,” Dream said carefully.

“Well,” George grinned, running a hand through his hair, “she invited me to her birthday party.”

For a second, the hallway noise faded into the background.

That was huge. Sarah didn’t just invite anyone. And George liking her wasn’t exactly a secret.

“That’s amazing,” Dream managed, forcing a smile that felt steady enough.

George laughed nervously. “Yeah. It’s a plus one, though.”

Dream blinked.

“And I don’t really want to go alone,” George added, lowering his voice slightly. “So I was hoping you’d come with me.”

The world tilted.

He wanted him there.

Not because he liked him back. Not because this meant anything more than friendship.

Just because he didn’t want to be alone around his crush. Excitement and disappointment tangled painfully in Dream’s chest.

“You know my mom probably won’t let me,” Dream said, trying to sound casual. George’s expression fell just a little. “Come on. Just ask. Please? I’ll owe you.” Dream hated how easily that worked on him.

“I’ll try,” he sighed.

George’s smile returned instantly. “You’re the best."

And that was that. Dream would’ve agreed to just about anything if George looked at him like that.

When Dream got home, he found his mom in the kitchen, humming while she wiped down the counters.

Timing was everything.

“Hey, Mom." She smiled at him warmly. “Hey, sweetheart. How was school?” “Good,” he answered automatically. He hovered in the doorway, nerves slowly building.

“…Hey, Mom?”

“Yes?”

“There’s this birthday party. For a friend. I was wondering if I could go.”

She paused. “Whose party?”

“Sarah’s.”

“Will her parents be there?”

His throat tightened.

He didn’t know. And he suspected they wouldn’t be.

He hesitated.

That was enough.

His mom sighed softly. “Dream. If there won’t be adults there, you’re not going.” He stared at the floor. “Okay.” He knew better than to argue. She wasn’t strict for no reason. She just worried. But as he went to his room, disappointment sat heavy in his stomach.

His phone buzzed a few minutes later.

George: You coming?

George: Please?

Dream lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He pictured George standing awkwardly in a room full of people, trying to talk to Sarah without backup. He imagined him checking the door every few minutes.

He sat up.

This was a bad idea.

He knew it was.

But he also knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t go.

So he waited.

Waited until the house was quiet. Waited until his mom’s bedroom light turned off. Waited until everything felt still.

Then he opened his window.

The cold night air hit his face as he climbed down carefully and landed on the grass below. His heart pounded—not from fear yet, but from adrenalin. He checked the address George had sent him and started walking.

Twenty minutes later, excitement had turned into unease.

The streets grew quieter the farther he went. Streetlights flickered. Buildings felt taller, closer together.

His phone’s map glitched, spinning him in circles.

“I’m not lost,” he muttered to himself.

He turned down a narrow alley.

That’s when he heard it.

A loud crack split the air.

For half a second, his brain didn’t process it.

Then it did.

A gunshot.

His body froze.

Slowly, against every instinct screaming at him not to, he looked toward the sound.

Two figures stood near the far end of the alley.

One tall. Blond.

One slightly shorter. Dark hair.

And at their feet—

Someone lay on the ground.

Not moving.

Dream’s stomach dropped.

The dark-haired one held something in his hand.

A gun.

Panic flooded him instantly.

He turned and ran.

His footsteps echoed against brick walls as he sprinted back the way he came, lungs burning almost immediately. He didn’t look back.

He didn’t need to.

Footsteps followed.

“Someone’s running,” a voice muttered behind him.

“Split up.”

Dream’s pulse roared in his ears. He turned sharply at the end of the alley—

And slammed straight into someone.

He stumbled backward.

The blond one.

Up close, he looked calm. Too calm.

Dream tried to pivot the other direction—

A shadow dropped down in front of him.

The dark-haired one blocked the exit.

They had him cornered.

“I didn’t see anything,” Dream blurted out, breath shaking. “I swear, I didn’t—”

The blond one stepped closer. “Wrong place. Wrong time.”

Dream bolted anyway.

A hand grabbed his hoodie from behind, yanking him backward. He twisted, elbowing wildly, panic turning his movements frantic and uncoordinated.

“Hold him,” the blond muttered.

Strong arms locked around Dream’s wrists from behind. He thrashed, kicking backward, trying to break free.

A hand clamped over his mouth.

“Quiet.”

His breathing turned ragged. Tears blurred his vision. His heart felt like it might explode out of his chest.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

The blond one stepped closer, voice low and steady.

“You shouldn’t have been here.”

Dream’s knees buckled as they lifted him off balance. His phone slipped from his hand and clattered onto the pavement.

He tried to scream again, but the sound was swallowed.

The alley spun.

The last thing he saw was the dim glow of a streetlight fading above him.

Then everything went dark.

Punz POV

We had kidnapped the dusty blond boy, and at first glance, I thought he was a girl. Soft features, delicate frame, hair falling just right… still cute. Way too light to even feel like I was lifting anything. Honestly, it was amusing. Cute, annoying, and perfect for chaos.

Sapnap went out to get food, leaving me in charge of our “guest.” Technically, we’re celebrities. To the world, glamorous, untouchable, adored. But the truth? Most wanted criminals alive. Listing our crimes would take weeks, and even then, I’d probably forget half. That’s part of the fun.

Hours crawled by. Blondie started stirring. About time he realized how much chaos we brought wherever we went. I leaned against the wall, watching him squirm, tied up, eyes wide. That panic? Golden. Pure chaos energy.

Dream POV

I woke up sore, disoriented, body aching as if I’d been in a fight I couldn’t remember. Then it hit me—I was tied to a chair. My mouth… taped. My chest tightened, panic surging like wildfire.

A deep, mocking voice echoed from the shadows: “Well, well… look who finally decided to wake up~”

I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My heart hammered, mind spinning.

The figure stepped forward. Blonde hair, grey-blue eyes glinting in the low light. Cute. Dangerous. Infuriating.

The tape ripped off my mouth. “Fine. You can speak. You’re starting to annoy me.”

“You… fucking… bitch!” I shouted. “Why did you kidnap me? Who the hell are you?”

He chuckled. “Calm down there, cutie. You really don’t know who I am?”

“I don’t—but I do know you’re an asshole,” I spat.

“Calm down with the foul words, blondie. We don’t want to harm you.”

I nearly laughed. “Not want to harm me, my ass! And what do you mean by ‘we’? Who else is here?!”

Sapnap POV

I was walking down the hall with the food when I heard shouting. Perfect timing. I stopped outside the door, watching the chaos. Blondie couldn’t escape. Honestly, I wanted to see him squirm a little more.

Punz’s voice cut through: “Calm down with the foul words, blondie, we don’t want to harm you.”

Another voice, sharp and flustered: “Not want to harm me, my ass! And who else is here?!”

Time to make my grand entrance.

Dream POV

The door burst open. In stepped a raven-haired figure. “I’m the other person he was talking about. And you are… blondie?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I spat back, trying to act tough.

“Actually, we would, that’s why he asked,” said the blonde.

“Well, I don’t want to. How about that?” I snapped.

“Fine. How about we introduce ourselves? I’m Punz, and the man next to me is Sapnap,” the raven-haired boy said.

I froze. Punz and Sapnap? The celebrities?

“Looks like you know us… well, that’s only half of it. Ever heard of the Mercenary and Blaze?” Sapnap asked, smirking.

My brain short-circuited. Two of the most famous celebrities in the country… also the most wanted criminals alive. And now I was

tied up, staring at them like a fool.

Punz POV

I watched him, cheeks flushing, trying to act tough. Cute, flustered, annoyed… perfect. I leaned closer. “Relax, Blondie,” I murmured.

“You’ll live… probably. As long as you behave.”

His glare nearly burned through me. Cute. Too cute.

Dream POV

I tried to focus, tried to hate them—but my chest was racing. Their confidence, the way they moved, smirks… I wanted to punch them. And maybe kiss them. Shut up brain.

“How… how do you even exist?” I asked, voice barely steady.

“Too many questions,” Punz said, smirking. “Save that energy for later.”

Sapnap POV

I stepped closer, looming over him. “Don’t think this is over yet,” I said softly. “The game’s only just started.”

He flinched. I stifled a laugh. This was exactly why we did this: chaos, fluster, tension… pure perfection.

Dream POV

Sirens wailed outside, making my pulse spike. My chest felt like it would burst. Every sound, every shadow, every movement of theirs was amplified. My mind raced: what if they decide to… what if they notice my heart racing?

Every step they took around the room was calculated to make me panic. Every glance, every word, every smirk—it was chaos incarnate, and I was trapped in the middle of it.

I wanted to hate them. I tried. But the truth? I couldn’t entirely. Maybe that was the scariest part.

Punz POV

I leaned back, smirk still in place, imagining his flustered little face. Blondie didn’t know what hit him, and honestly… I was going to enjoy watching it unravel. Chaos, tension, teasing… all perfectly in place.

Sapnap POV

As we left, I glanced back. Blondie’s panicked face was etched in my mind. Perfect. That’s how we liked it: scared, flustered, chaotic, and entirely at our mercy. And we’d be back. Oh, we’d be back.

Dream POV

Left alone, tied up, my mind spun. They were real. Famous, criminals, terrifyingly confident… and for some ridiculous reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. My cheeks burned remembering every smirk, every teasing glance.

I should hate them. I wanted to hate them. But instead… I was thinking about how sharp Punz’s eyes looked when he leaned in, Sapnap’s smirk, the way they moved together. My chest tightened, and I groaned quietly.

“Focus,” I muttered to myself. “Focus, Dream. Don’t get flustered over criminals tied to your chair.”

But deep down, I knew I was already lost. And somehow… I couldn’t wait for them to come back.

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Quackity PoV

Today was chaos.

The casino had been packed from the second I logged on. Arguments over bets, people accusing each other of cheating, someone trying to rob the prize vault like I wouldn’t notice. I’d spent hours running damage control, negotiating deals, pretending I wasn’t one insult away from banning half the server.

By the time I finally leaned back in my chair, exhausted, I glanced at the clock.

9 PM.

I frowned.

There was this nagging feeling in my head. Like I’d forgotten something important. Something… scheduled.

I stared at the ceiling of the casino office.

No. If it were important, I’d remember. Probably.

Two more hours passed while I finished paperwork and reorganized inventory. When I finally shut everything down and checked my messages, I realized my mistake immediately.

Over twenty notifications.

Twenty.

My stomach dropped.

Sapnap: Hey Quackity where the fuck are you?

Sapnap: Hello??

Sapnap: Bro

Sapnap: Don’t tell me you forgot

Sapnap: QUACKITY.

I unmuted the chat.

Quackity: What happened why are you guys spamming me?!

Sapnap: Did you forget?

Quackity: Forget what?

Sapnap: You dumbass it’s the monthly server game night!!

My heart stopped.

Oh no.

Quackity: Shit I forgot I will be there in a minute

Sapnap: Alright be back soon

Game night.

The one night of the month where we didn’t fight. Didn’t scheme. Didn’t betray each other. The only night where everyone agreed to temporary peace.

And I almost missed it.

I grabbed my gear and teleported out of the casino without even locking the doors.

Dream PoV

Sapnap told us Quackity was on his way.

Finally.

We’d been waiting almost two hours. Technoblade was sharpening his sword dramatically for attention. George was complaining. Sapnap was pacing.

I was just amused.

When Quackity finally appeared in the clearing, slightly out of breath, armor half-adjusted, I couldn’t help it.

“Look who finally decided to show up.”

He shot me a look that could have burned through netherite.

If it wasn’t server game night, he probably would have tried to kill me on sight.

“Haha very funny, Dream,” he said flatly.

That annoyed tone? My favorite.

“Well, since you’re finally here,” I continued, folding my arms, “let’s continue.”

Technoblade stepped forward.

“Hmm. Hey Quackity. Truth or dare?”

Quackity didn’t hesitate. “Dare. Obviously.”

I rolled my eyes. Predictable.

Technoblade tilted his head slightly. “I dare you and Dream to do a PvP contest.”

Easy.

“Let me finish,” Techno added calmly. “Each player must answer a truth question before each hit landed. Miss? You spill a secret. Land a hit? You force your opponent to reveal something.”

Silence fell over the group.

Then George wheezed. “Oh this is evil.”

Quackity smirked at me. “Now this is what I call a challenge. Prepare to lose, Dream.”

“You’re on."

No One’s PoV

The arena was cleared in seconds.

Everyone backed up. The energy shifted instantly. What had started as a peaceful game night now felt like a war waiting to happen.

Dream moved first.

Fast. Clean. Controlled.

Quackity matched him with aggression, swinging harder than necessary, taunting between steps.

They circled.

Sapnap yelled, “Question first!”

Dream stopped just short of striking distance.

“Quackity,” he said smoothly, “what’s something you’d never admit out loud?”

Quackity scoffed. “You first.”

“I landed the first move,” Dream replied.

“Answer.”

A pause.

“…I hate losing.”

Dream grinned. “That was weak.”

Then he lunged.

Quackity dodged — barely — and countered.

Missed.

The crowd erupted.

“SECRET!” George yelled.

Quackity clenched his jaw.

“Fine. I once rewrote a whole speech three times because I thought Dream might hear it.”

The silence that followed was louder than the cheering.

Dream’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Oh?” he said softly.

Quackity immediately attacked again, faster this time. He landed a clean hit.

The rules were clear.

Dream had to answer.

Quackity didn’t hesitate. “Have you ever thought about me outside of the server?”

That hit harder than the sword.

Dream didn’t look away.

“…Yes.”

No smirk. No joke.

Just yes.

The energy shifted.

Quackity blinked.

The next exchange was messy. Neither of them fully focused. Quackity swung too hard.

Missed.

Sapnap cackled.

“Truth time, Quackity. Have you ever thought about Dream that way?”

That way.

Everyone knew what that meant.

Quackity froze.

For just a second.

That second cost him everything.

Dream struck. Clean. Final.

Game over.

The clearing went silent except for distant laughter and someone dramatically yelling

“OH MY GOD.”

Dream stepped closer.

“You lose,” he said quietly.

Quackity tried to recover. “Yeah? So what?”

“And I just thought of the perfect punishment.”

Later

The rules of server game night were strict.

No violence outside challenges. No revenge kills. No traps.

But dares?

Dares were binding.

Technoblade raised an eyebrow. “What’s the punishment?”

Dream didn’t take his eyes off Quackity.

“One week.”

The group leaned in.

“Quackity stays in my bunker for seven days.”

The noise that followed was immediate chaos.

“No way.”

“Are you serious?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh that’s evil.”

Quackity stared at him.

“You’re joking.”

Dream smiled.

“Am I?”

The bunker wasn’t dangerous. It wasn’t a prison.

But it was isolated.

Underground.

Just the two of them.

No one interfering.

No distractions.

One week of proximity.

Technoblade crossed his arms. “Dare was PvP. Punishment stands.”

Sapnap looked between them like he’d just witnessed the start of something catastrophic.

Quackity straightened.

“Fine.”

Dream’s smile sharpened.

“Good.”

Dream’s Bunker — Night One

The silence was unbearable.

The bunker was quiet except for the faint crackle of torches.

0

Quackity sat on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed, pretending not to notice Dream watching him.

“You hesitated,” Dream said eventually.

“Shut up.”

“You did.”

Quackity rolled his eyes. “It was a stupid question.”

“Was it?”

Dream stepped closer.

“You froze.”

Quackity stood up instantly. “You think you’re funny?”

“No,” Dream said calmly. “I think you’re terrible at hiding things.”

The air felt heavy.

“You admitted you think about me,” Quackity shot back. “Don’t act superior.”

Dream didn’t deny it.

That was worse.

“I don’t lose,” Dream said quietly. “And I don’t lie when I don’t have to.”

Quackity swallowed.

Seven days.

Seven days of this.

Of tension. Of honesty forced through game rules. Of secrets they both almost revealed.

Dream moved toward the ladder leading deeper into the bunker.

“Try not to lose sleep,” he said lightly.

Quackity scoffed.

But that night, staring at the ceiling of Dream’s underground base, listening to the quiet echo of footsteps above him…

He didn’t sleep.

And he knew exactly why.