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Oneshot No. 188 (1238 Words)

context: dream, sapnap, george, bad live together
tw: mentions of blood, punching
tw: death
tw: swearing
tw: stabbing

ps this oneshot has a lot of fighting and violence! this oneshot also is quite gory.
theres detailed stabbing, punching,  fighting, so please be wary!

DREAMS PERSPECTIVE:

"Hah! Got you," I say with a grin, having Sapnap pinned to the ground after we playfully fought for a few minutes. His stomach's on the ground, and I'm sitting on his back.

"Think you're so tough? Punch me as hard as you can!" Sapnap exclaims with a laugh, all cocky.

"Oh yeah?" I grin.

"DREAM, NONONO-" Bad says, looking at us.

"Don't- don't do that," George laughs nervously.

"Do it, you won't!" Sapnap yells.

"You asked for it!" I exclaim, punching him in the head. His head gets smashed into the ground.

"DREAM!" George screams.

There's a crack, followed by silence.

"Why would you do that?!" Bad yells at me.

I ignore him, and wait for Sapnap to move.

"...Sapnap?" I say, quietly.

I find my breathing quicken, "fuck, fuck, fuck- Sapnap, wake up, this isn't funny."

Then, slowly, a puddle of blood grows right where his face is.

"Oh my God..." George starts.

"George, call 911!" Bad exclaims.

"NO- I mean, no, don't," I order. George puts his phone down, slowly.

I turn him over.

He's dead.

There's blood spilling from his scalp, his head, his mouth and his nose.

I pull my hands up to my face and look at them. Soaked in his blood, dripping.

"You... you killed him..." Bad stutters.

"No, no, he's not... dead," I lie. "Just... passed out, right?"

George jumps over the couch whilst Bad slowly walks over.

George slides to his knees, feels for a pulse.

"Oh my God- you just killed... your best friend," George stammers.

My concerned expression switches to anger in s matter of seconds.

"Okay. Look. This situation stays in this house." I stand up. All three of us gather around the body.

Theres a bit of silence, and in the corner of my eye, I notice Bad reach down into his pocket.

I turn to him, quickly, and grab his phone with one hand. I hold his jaw with my other hand.

"If anyone else hears about this, you'll end up like him, you got that?!"

Bad, on the verge of tears, nods.

I let go. He rubs his jaw and neck, coughing a bit.

George says, "I mean... he did ask for you to punch him, right?"

Bad gives in and says, "yeah. He asked you to."

"He had it coming. Now, we're gonna hide the body. We're gonna drive to Tampa, dig a hole, dump his body in there. Then we're gonna dig it up half way, then put an animal carcass there. We'll find one on the road," I instruct.