Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 5- A Little Bit of Fun

"What are you all laughing about," a voice asked from behind Dream. He turned to see a small boy with brown hair and a long green shirt. His hair was short, nearly buzz cut, but still managed to be absurdly messy. Horns stuck up out of his head, but one was jagged and broken. He had dark brown, almost black eyes with odd flecks of yellow in them that added an unexpected intensity to them.

The oddest part about him was the scars. Seeming to have been created by some kind of heat or explosion, they carved up the side of his face and dipped down beneath the neckline of his shirt. The angry red stood in stark contrast to the milky pale skin that had obviously not seen sunlight in ages and what little skin was showing was covered in scars and bruises.

Dream felt his heart drop to his stomach and his empty mug clattered against the countertops. He was on his feet in a second, anger coursing through him like a drug. It clouded his thought process and reasoning and made his hands shake. His vision narrowed as his eyes became angry slits carved onto his face.

"They. Didn't."

Silence rang through the kitchen just as loudly as any sound, the joy and laughter draining out. Tubbo curled in on himself, his hands grasping for his arms and his shoulders curving forward. He ducked his head, looking away as if embarrassed.

"Didn't what," Phil asked, his voice laced with venom.

"The explosives," Dream snarled, turning away from Tubbo. "They were testing a new interrogation tactic involving fireworks and high class explosives. Schlatt passed a law saying it was forbidden to be used against a minor."

Tommy's angry growl echoed throughout the kitchen as he crushed the coke can in his hand. Wilbur was white-faced, frozen to his chair. Techno looked faintly upset, a small frown on his face. Phil swept past Dream and scooped Tubbo up in one fluid motion, holding the boy close to his chest.

"You're safe now," he muttered to Tubbo as the other three started talking amongst themselves about plans to take this down. Dream regained control of himself, stumbling back at the sheer weight of the situation. Importing illegal drugs, bribery, and now this?!

"This is getting out of control," he muttered, holding onto the couch for support. "We need to stop this. I need to stop this."

He looked up, his eyes cold and calculating now as they swept over the family. Tommy had moved to help Phil carry Tubbo to the couch while Techno and Wilbur continued a heated discussion.

"I have an idea," Dream announced in a dark tone, getting the entire room's attention. "And it involves harassing a government official."

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Dream was perched on a rooftop overlooking the city. The sun was setting behind the grimy buildings and he smiled bitterly at a memory from the past. He had been on this very rooftop before, watching the same sunset paint the sky orange and red and pink. He had come up here on a picnic with George, just a small thing meant to give them both a break from their hectic lives. He remembered popping a grape into his mouth, watching even the worst buildings become beautiful in the golden and rose rays of dying sunshine. He had caught Tubbo that day and couldn't decide between Pandora or a local holding cell. The decision had, ultimately, been his. Dream had known Tubbo was with the Sleepy Boys; he knew there were things the young teen hadn't told. So he caved.

Now, he stood alongside the boy he had sentenced to jail and was watching the last of the sunbeams highlight every crack and weed on the street and sidewalks. He wore a smiling mask and had a plan to get revenge for an unjust crime he had helped commit. The feeling of content washed over him and he relaxed, watching the city come to life as natural light faded. Lights flicked on in windows as teens and adults prepared for a night of binging or partying or something relaxing. Cars honked and swerved, trying to get home or to a night shift somewhere. Neon lights for clubs flashed on and off, beckoning the public. But none of these things were worth Dream's attention.