𝐴 𝑃𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 - 𝑆𝐵𝐼 𝐴𝑈

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟 ~ 𝐼𝑛 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝐼𝑠 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 (𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑃𝑜𝑔.)

TW// cussing, injuries, talk of being stabbed, panicking, trauma, talk of Dream being creepy ol Dream, accidental sh?
I think that's all?

Theseus's POV

My eyes shot open and I sat up in a cold sweat. I looked around and I...well I didn't know where I was. It looked like..a cell. Did Dream find me and being me back to DreamCore? As much as I wanted it to be that, I also hoped it wasn't the case.

Panic rose in my chest as I felt for my mask and hood, which, we're actually still on. It was just that my shirt had been torn and my stomach was bandaged.

Oh, and it hurt like a bitch, thanks for asking.

I looked around.

Ok, actually where the hell am I?

"G'morning." I heard. I gasped, jumping to face in that direction. Ah, yes. The man, the myth, and the legend himself. The Blade. Standing there in his...really fucking intimating glory.

"You're probably wondering here you are, which, I don't really blame you. I was gonna put you in a spare room to heal, but nooo, you're Theseus! You're dangerous! You've gotta be locked up!" He waved his hands around. "Anyways, you feeling ok?"

I blinked at him, feeling for my mask again.

"You...didn't take off my disguise." I said. "Mhm. They wanted to, but I wouldn't let them. Privacy, y'know?" I nodded. "Thank...you." "Uh-huh. Anyway, you're apparently wanted for questioning or something? I dunno, I just wanted to help you, not make you a fuckin' hostage." He laughed.

"Anyway,"

How many times is he gonna say 'anyway(s)'?

"I should probably let you out now so I can actually take you to your questioning place." He sighed, going to unlock the door.

I stiffened up, gripping the leg of my trousers. Nothing good hardly ever comes out of when Dream is unlocking my cell, so what would make this any different?

The Blade seemed to notice his sudden burst of anxiety.

"I'm...not gonna hurt you."

That's what Dream always says.

"What?" The Blade's eyes widened slightly. "What?" I replied. "Does- Dream hurt you?" He asked. Now my eyes widened. "Did...I say that out loud?" I asked. The Blade nodded. "I-I was...joking."

"Mhm. And I was born yesterday."

I rolled my eyes. Whatever, smarty-pants.

The bars opened and I couldn't contain the impulse that made me grip my trousers even harder.

"Yeah. He hurts you." He sighed, shaking his head. "No, he doesn't. He- He would never, he cares about me." I looked away from him. "Hm. Ok."

The Blade walked over to me and I scooted back.

"Don't touch me." I snapped. "Do you want to stay shackled to this bed forever?" He replied. I looked down, seeing my ankle chained to the bed. "Oh..."

He then proceeded to unlock the chain from my leg, giving my leg a little pat.

"Don't fucking pat me." I glared at him.

"Y'know, your mask is pretty cool. Fancy and shit." He said. "I...thanks?" I twirled the hanging pearls in my fingers. "Uh-huh. C'mon, now."

He bag an to walk away.

I swung my legs over the bed going to stand up. My legs collapsed under me and I let out a little noise as I caught myself on the wall.

"Oh- I should probably help you-"