Dream walked into the office, glaring at Sam almost immediately.
Sam chuckled and waved at him "Hey Dream, take a seat and we'll start taking yeah? You'll answer these questions with truth or it could really hurt you both mentally and physically and it won't be anyone but your own fault"
The words from Sam's mouth were vial almost. It made Dream feel scared. He walked over to the chair and took a seat, glancing around at the colourful room. It made him feel sick. It was too bright and the colours started to mix in
"Now...how old are you?" Sam would ask questions he already had answers to since he had been watching Dream for a while but it was to prove he wasn't lying. If Dream had an issue with lying then there would be something to be done. Sapnap usually gets taken out half way though indoor play to try and help his lying issue
"...15"
"Do you know why you're here? If so explain"
"Do I know where I am I? In a class room? No I don't know where the fuck I am" He growled, crossing his arms and blowing his hair from his face "Oh! I want my mask back too bitch! You took fucking everything and then ask me 'dO yOu knoW whY You'Re hEre' No I don't know why I'm here!"
Sam looked at him, huffing "Language Dream...You're here so people can protect you from yourself and other people. It's also a way to help you. To help you get better and be a better person for the world. You'll be here until you're fixed-"
"Fixed? I don't need to be fixed...I don't...need help" He looked down, fiddling with his fingers "I'm not...broken"
That hurt Sam, too see him like that. But Dream was 'broken' he did need to be 'fixed' and he wouldn't be leaving until he was 'fixed'....end of story "alright Dream...I'll talk to my higher up about the mask. Anyway-"
"Wait-...you're not the leader?"
"No Dream, I'm not. I just work here as a higher up. I'm not THE higher up. ANYWAY-Have you ever been on any pills or diagnosed with any sort of mental or even physical disabilities?" He pulled out a pen and took the cap off. He looked at the paper before back up at Dream
"Uhm...I have sever adhd...the doctor said he diagnosed me with suicide-but that's just stupid" He chuckled "Uh-I'm meant to be on Adhd pills but I've been off them for around 7 years. I was diagnosed at 8...I think. I'm not to sure" He rubbed his arm, looking down "Sorry..."
The attitude change was written down almost immediately. His back and forth of harsh anger and then being timid was...worrying "Ah-Alright dream. Any personality disorders? Bpd? Schizophrenia? Npd? Ocd? Dpd? Apd?"
The blond shook his head "N-No...I was referred by a Doctor for CAHMS Because they thought I had hpd...or well Histrionic Personality Disorder but they were wrong...I don't like being centre of attention so it was shut down within minuets" Sam nodded "well I wanna do some testing for a personality disorder-"
"Why!? There's no point! Are you calling me fucking crazy!? That's bullshit!" Dream bursted out, making Sam question his idea. It could be high risk anger issues but he was unsure. "Alright Dream, calm down...I may be wrong in my judgment"
"My final question...this may be hard to answer so I don't mind if you don't want to answer this, its a hard question-anyway...Dream why did...why did you try to kill yourself?" Dream fell quiet, that hitting him hard. He looked up at him, tears welling up
"I-I....I...." He swallowed hard as he looked down "uhm....I-I just...I just couldn't handle it anymore...any-anything anymore. I just...i'm sorry..." He looked down "I-I'm sorry-I didn't mean-I just..." He covered his face as he started mumbling something to himself
Sam sighed and started jotting things down on the bit of paper, looking up every so often. He was making Dream nervous-what he didn't mind "Thank you very well Dream...you'll be excused-Ponk should be waiting"
Dream stood up, wiping his tears as he turned away from him, heading for the door. "Oh and Dream-" The male turned his head, looking back at Sam "Watch that language...or else"
Dream rolled his eyes and nodded "yes sir...see you later I guess" He walked outside, closing the door behind him before coming face to face with Ponk. He sighed and smiled at him
"Ready to go? Come on then-I gotta get Wilbur next and than you're all done for the day. Sam says you can have free time-Do you know what happens during free time?" Ponk held Dreams wrist softly, smiling as Dream shook his head
"Well-" The two started walking "During free time you can basically do anything you want-of course staying in the facility and staying on this floor. You can look around this floor, go outside, go to the swimming pool-even play hide un seek if you really wanted. That sounds fun doesn't it?"
"Yeah...it does. Why only this floor though? There are a gabillion floors-I wanna go upstairs and look at everything. Please-"
"It's off limits-keep asking and it will be room 1. Now come along...I need to get Wilbur"
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FanfictionDream had been taken from a hospital after nearly drowning himself. He is taken to a facility of some kind where he meets multiple different people with disabilities as himself and other ones too. He doesn't like staying there but there isn't really...
