Sneaking back out of the prison is a lot harder than sneaking in. Dream is incapable of keeping quiet, bumping into every wall and weapons rack in the vicinity, rambling the entire way. “Sapnap, sapnap,” He whispers loudly, “what did you do?? What are you doing in prison?? You’re not supposed to be in prison.”
“I …stole Sam’s underwear.” Sapnap mumbles, glancing around nervously. They’re taking the guard exit, and he’s paranoid that any moment now the alarms will turn on and a group of guards will come rushing their way. One of the biggest downsides of this route is that if they run into the guards, they’ll be boxed in. “Sam doesn’t wear underwear.” Dream says, “He’s a quadruped.”
“Right. Those are some big words for someone drugged to the gills with weakness.”
“I don’t have gills. Why are you wrong all the time??”
“… maybe that’s why Sam arrested me.”
The exit is visible now, and Sapnap tries not to sigh audibly, knowing that will prompt another set of questions from Dream. He’s swung his bag over his shoulder, and is digging out his remaining invisibility potions, when Dream decides to pull the back of his shirt up. Sapnap curses and almost drops a potion.
Dream is tracing a scar on his back, his brow furrowed. “I don’t remember this one.” He mutters, more to himself than to Sapnap. “Did Quackity do that?”
Quackity had been the reason he’d even come here. Sapnap would have been content to let Dream rot alone if Quackity hadn’t told him about Techno’s brief arrest and then escape. When Sapnap had come here, he’d planned to kill Dream where he stood.
Until he’d seen the state he was in. Dried blood, crusted in every corner of the cell. Matted hair. Scars. A brand. Quackity’s smile.
He’d been trying not to think about it.
“Dream.” He kept his voice light, “let’s not worry about scars right now, ok? I’m not going to get any more. We’re escaping.” He handed Dream the invisibility potion, which he took with no complaint.
He’d give Dream one year. One year to recover from what had been done to him. One year to live— happily, if not freely. One year to eat good food, live a good life, spend time with his friends. And then he’d keep his promise.
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