Mr Clowtune || DNF

The release.

Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, Torture, Lime, Attempted Murder, Obsession.

Ok. So this looks bad! But listen, I didn't mean to kill my husband. That sounds bad, but you have to hear me out. My loving husband, Dream, was a leading robotics scientist and pro coder! He made an amazing scientific breakthrough (which almost killed me and got him kidnapped, twice) and we have enough money to live the rest of our lives without working! It all started last Summer when Dream got to England.

Flashback
"Dream!" I yelled, running towards my fiancé. I was extremely excited to see him, and maybe mess around.
"I brought Mr Clowtune!" He laughed. The robot clown gave me a tight hug, a really tight hug. A very tight hug. Too tight.
He jerked his head to the side.
"You l-l-loooove Dream? Hahaha! T-t-t-that's soooo cool! Haha-haha-haha!" He said. It was creepy, but it was Dream's pride and joy.

Mr Clowntune's gaze kept on Dream the entire time. It was like he was obsessed with him. It was sickening. It made me unsettled. We arrived home and Dream ordered Mr Clowntune to stay in the living room. We went to the bedroom and he looked at me.
"Y'know George, I really missed you."
I knew exactly what he meant. He missed the feeling I give him, the feeling only I can give him.
"Oh really, Dream?"
I push up against him, he exhales heavily, trying to keep his composure. I bite down on his bottom lip. We pulled apart and I whispered into his ear, which turned him on heaps, he trailed down with clear intentions, and asked if he could continue. I nodded and he began to pull down my shorts but I leapt back as I noticed a pair of glowing green eyes coming from the closet.

Dream tilted his head, as he asked for consent and thought it was about to get steamy, before a robotic voice chirped up.
"S-s-sorry? A-am I interrupting? Please, continue if I was. I'll wait." Mr Clowntune said, in his glitchy glory.
I pulled my shorts back up and Dream's eyes widened.
"What- THE FUCK?" He yelled, "I am so sorry, George, his programming must be off. I'll fix it right away, maybe it wasn't a good idea to keep him in the hous-"

"NO! I'M STAYING!" Mr Clowntune boomed. His head jerked and sparks flew.

That night, he dragged Dream out of the bed and into the basement. He continued to repeat mine before a thought entered his brain. If I wasn't in the picture, it would be them. Just them, forever. Forever. Together, forever, and when he died, his body would be all his! So, it was decided. Mr Clowntune locked Dream in the basement and prepared a meal, seasoned with the finest poison money could buy, cyanide.

"Mmm, thanks! You know, I think we just got off on the wrong foot. This food is amazing!" I exclaimed, like the fool I was.
He looked at me confused before grabbing my medical ID scan, and he realised his mistake. I'd been growing my immunity little by little to poison since I was 2 and was completely unaffected. Me, however, oblivious to the poison, simply thought it was a delicious seasoning. He realised the and grabbed a knife.
"D-d-d-DAMN IT! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING? LISTEN, HE'S MINE FOREVER AND YOU'RE AN OBSTACLE, GET OUT OF MY F-F-FAAAAAACKKUCKKKINGGGG WAY!" He yelled in fury. Knife in position to stab me, I dodge. In panic, I ran to the basement.

"George!? The fuck?" He yells.
"Dream? Your robot's gone fucking mad!" I yell back. There's a loud cracking noise.
We were completely cornered.
"Shit!" I yell. Untying Dream, I grab a bat and he grabs the crowbar and we prep to beat the shit out of this robot.
Instead, we both got knocked out.

Waking up due to pain wasn't what I was thinking of. I was being beaten and saw Dream had received a similar fate, but as well, the word "Mine" was scratched messily into his back. Nothing permanent, but the robot's sick plan was to be able to write it fresh often as a reminder. He confessed to this immediately after I pointed it out. Beating me with the bat I once held I got knocked out cold again, while Dream got dragged off to the master bedroom, and came back with third degree burns, he was crying.

Eventually, however, we were unexpectedly freed. The robot's batteries died, it had no charge. It was so busy inflicting revenge it forgot to recharge it's batteries and died. While I was sore, Dream was in much worse condition than me. He was beaten, bruised, burnt and scarred. He was tortured in a tactical way. Maximum pain but nothing intense enough to kill him.

I picked up my lovely fiancé and began to run his burnt hand under cold water. I pulled apart the hell-bot and smashed it's circuits. I melted the battery section shut so it could never in a million years be revived and buried it to keep it from hurting anyone else. I went to check up on my perfect Dream and picked him up. Carefully, I placed the angel into the car and planted a sweet kiss onto his forehead. I made sure to grab plenty of pillows, first aid kits, food, water, blankets and stuffed animals so when he woke up he had everything my beloved needed.

The nearest hospital was 3 hours away and we didn't have too much time, so I made sure to make it comfortable, with my sweetest fiancé in mind the entire time.
"What? Ow-" He said in his raspy voice. At this point we were an hour and a half into the drive.
"Stay down, sweetest. We're taking you into the hospital, anything you need should be back there. Are you hungry?" I asked. He made a quick noise indicating a yes, and conveniently spotted the food I placed for him.

Sinking his teeth into the sandwich made in a rush, he made satisfied humming noises. He grabbed the weighted blanket and a teddy bear and sat upright. The blanket made his bruised body feel better. It felt as if I were there, filling in the crevices of his body. I always seemed to make Dream's body feel better, wether that be through soft comfort or something rougher, I always know what to do.

Only half an hour away, Dream's bruised body started to want the real me, not an imitation. The comfort the blanket gave wore off and Dream became far clingier. His scorched hand crept to my shoulder.
"I'm driving, we're almost there, sweetest. I love you, my angel. Do you want anything?" I ask calmly. He smiles his sweet smile, but I'm unable to see it.

He laid, bored out of his mind as he realised nearby was the town the hospital resided in.
"George! We're almost here!" He yelled out, like a kid.

We rushed into the E.R and explained our injuries. After being scolded for driving instead of calling an Uber (and pampering Dream instead of straight away just driving) we were being checked on.
'Not my fault I wanted to pamper my hurt prince' I thought. It was a dumb decision, I should've came straight here.

The night we got released from the hospital was the best night. Dream and I did a little more than 'cuddle' and we knew we were safe with each other. Eventually, I saw Dream next to me. He looked like a perfect angel, he was crying gorgeous tears and his lips were red from biting. His voice was raspy and he could barely talk. He was filled to the brim. He was beautiful, well, to me anyway.

I filled the bath with bubbles and regulated the temperature, then got in, placing Dream on my lap. He was still twitching a bit, so I helped wash him up. I cleaned every part of him and got him dressed in clean pyjamas. I laid him onto the couch and grabbed fresh sheets for the bed. I laid him there and placed everything covered into the washer to be cleaned.

A completely fucked out Dream laid on the comfortable bed I had made. That memory of him stuck with me forever, the memory of surviving and thriving.

Flashback
They kidnapped Dream. They paid him $5,000,000,000 to keep quiet about the robot situation, which he was in no position to decline because:
1. Dream was just fucked so hard he forgot how to spell 'Orange'.
2. 5 billion dollars isn't exactly something people get offered by the government + a high class lab that often.
Dream accepted the hush money and left with a few light bruises, something that would heal in a few hours.

"What the fuck happened? Why did I just get a call from the bank and then it unexpectedly ended?" I yelled.
Dream told me exactly what happened, tears in his eyes. I gave him a hug. What we went through is summarised so easily, but it felt like hell on Earth.

I just wish I could fix it all.