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Anyways, speaking of bunny c!Dream, welcome to the Apology Cake AU, the result of c!Sam and c!Dream brainrot in the dreblr discord. In which c!Sam and c!Dream are forced to bond, and they're both terrible at it!

Important notes: c!Dream is a secret bunny hybrid hiding using magic in his mask. The mask held up during prison, so nobody found out. He appears completely human. c!Sam is a creeper urmahlullu (lion centaur), very obvious hybrid (he has toe beans). This AU takes place post-prison.

Hybrid hunters looking for fighters end up on the SMP, they got in by exploiting a glitch to access what should be a private portal. The hunters take notes about the area, but are discovered by c!Sam and c!Dream at different points. Both of them are surprised by the hunters and end up caught.

The hunters bring both of them when they leave the SMP to report back. c!Sam is brought because he's an ideal fighter, c!Dream (who the hunters believe to be human) is brought to prevent him from warning anyone else.

The two of them end up locked up together. Both of them are injured, but c!Sam is a lot worse off. Since c!Sam is a creeper hybrid, he was blinded using potions to keep him docile and more heavily injured when being captured/restrained(creepers are visual hunters).

Dream wakes up first and realizes what happened almost instantly, he also realizes that these hunters are fucking dumb because they didn't catch on that Dream's a hybrid. That means his own escape is going to be pretty simple.

Then Dream realizes that Sam is in the cell with him and fuck this just got more complicated.

Sure, getting himself out would be no problem, but Sam is clearly injured and the polar opposite of stealth. Getting him out too is going to be a nightmare.

There's a moment, while Sam is unconscious, that Dream considers leaving him behind. Not for forever. Just... Dream could get out. Go back to the SMP and alert the others. Let them come play the heroes. It'd be easier, a lot less risky, and it's probably the smart play...

But Dream also knows the moment he vanishes the hunters will assume their cover is blown and most likely move Sam. The odds of recovering him are slim if Dream leaves him here.

And....

And despite everything, Dream still believes in his big happy family. He still sees Sam as a part of that. At the end. He's given up so much for his plan, what's a little bit more risk? What's a little bit more danger?

So Dream stays and waits for Sam to rouse. There's the initial panic, learning that Sam is now blind, and the whole fuss of "shut up, stop throwing a fit, we're getting out of here".

Eventually, Sam settles down enough to accept that Dream is his best shot at getting out of here. He's not sure why Dream isn't leaving him for dead, but he'll take it. Anything's better than getting left with the hunters.

Dream even has a plan. Dream is going to break out first, get supplies and check the path out, then come back to get Sam. Easy! Admittedly, Sam is still unclear on how Dream, a human, is going to get out of his chains, but Dream insists he knows a way. Sam is able to move around a bit and practice walking. He can still do that, even if his legs hurt.

When nightfall hits, Dream does... something. Something that lets his chains clatter to the ground without breaking. There wasn't the click of a lock, no shattering noise. Just clinks and a soft clatter as the chains slipped to the floor. It's unnerving.

As Sam quickly discovers, it's a lot less unnerving than being left on his own, blind and mostly helpless. Dream assures him he'll be fast as he picks open the cell door, and it's not like Sam could stop him either way, but still...

The silence is potent and leaves so much room for doubt. Sam finds his chest seizing with the panic of being left behind. He tries everything to control his breathing, but trapped in darkness with no distractions, his thoughts are allowed to run wild.

Surely, Dream has abandoned him. He only lied and said he'd come back so Sam wouldn't scream and give him away. There's no way that Dream's actually coming back for him of all people. Particularly not when Sam would be such a dead weight in their escape. He's going to be here forev-

"Sam- come on, the hell is-"

Oh. Dream was already back.

Sam tunes back in to reality to realize that Dream is shaking him. He can feel the man's hands on him, and quickly tries to regain his composure.

"Sorry. I- Sorry."

His voice is a little too loud, and he can feel Dream flinch, hear the swish as the man searches for anyone having been alerted.

Silence. Nobody heard.

When Dream speaks, his voice is a whisper.

"I've got what I could, food, a weapon, and stuff. There's a path out. But we need to go now. And I couldn't find the keys."

Oh. So Dream is leaving him. Sam's chest seizes again, but this time it's easier to understand. At least Dream tried. At least he came back to tell him. Sam can appreciate that Dream gave him that much.

"This isn't ideal, but I think it'll work. You're going to need to put it on. It might- it might hurt? Just- Keep quiet, and don't take it off until I get the chains off you. Okay?"

Huh. What? Sam was utterly lost as to what Dream could possibly have that would let him get out of these chains until-

A smooth, convex, disk was pressed into his hands. Cool to the touch, unbroken, and familiar. Sam's brain stalled out.

In the prison- Dream had sworn, time and time again, that his mask didn't come off. He said he got cursed as a kid. Sam had believed him, after all, nothing he'd done to remove the mask had worked.

Yet here it was in his hands, and- And Sam realized he could feel Dream's breath. The other was leaning in over him, and Sam could feel little puffs of air as Dream moved green limbs, likely so the chain's would fall quietly.

"Sam, come on, we gotta move."

Right. There wasn't- There wasn't time for this. Sam pushed this revelation to the back of his mind, and put blind faith in Dream.

Lifting the mask up to his face, Sam put it on.

It took all Sam's strength not to scream.

Really, it didn't hurt. Not much. But it felt wrong. Sam felt his body shrink, limbs vanish and morph, his spine felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. It wasn't him.

Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear the soft clatter of chains and Dream was moving his arms to slide now loose cuffs off of him. It was thirty seconds at most, but if Sam had had the strength to lift his- arm? Was that his arm? It didn't feel like his arm. His arm was bigger, and different, and capable of ripping this horrid thing off of him.

In the time it took to process those thoughts, Dream had pushed the chains off his arms and guided Sam's hands back up to the mask. The moment he could, Sam yanked it off, almost sending the cursed thing flying across the room.

Thankfully, Dream managed to snag it instead. Preventing the sound that would surely give them away.

"Yeah, I know, s'not fun. Come on, we gotta go. Faster we get out, the better our chances will be."

Right. They needed to leave. Sam stumbled forward, hoping that his body would figure out how to navigate in the pitch black.

It did not.

Dream's hand was the only thing that stopped him from slamming headfirst into the wall. As it was, he still brushed it. This- This was going to be harder than he thought.

Dream clearly thought so too. Sam could hear him tapping his foot in- impatience? Anxiety? Fear surged again. Sam needed to prove he could do this, he could get out. Otherwise Dream would-

"Here. Just- Here."

Before Sam could spiral again, Dream reached over to grab Sam's hand in his own. Taking a moment to ensure he had a firm grip before twisting to lead the way. Oh. This- Well, it'd have to work.

"If I need you to stop, I'll tap your wrist like this," Dream demonstrated with a sharp tap. "Two taps means I need to let go to do something, stay where you are. Three taps means get ready to run. Got it?"

Sam nodded, having trouble forming any words.

Their escape was surprisingly uneventful. Sam got the hang of walking by the time they were down the hall. At least, he figured out how to move his feet. He still stumbled every time the ground changed under him, but for once his sensitive pawpads came in handy.

Dream was obviously not pleased by the pace, Sam could hear it in how he huffed softly, how he kept up that tapping of his feet whenever he had to slow his steps for Sam again. Still, the other man never complained. He kept forging forward until finally, Sam could feel grass under his feet.

"Okay, up here. I left the bodies and the armor-"

No sooner had Dream said that than the smell of blood hit Sam's nose. Ah. That- That would explain why their exit was so clean. He really shouldn't be surprised by how deadly Dream could be.

Dream took a bit of time to fit the diamond chestplate he'd managed to steal onto Sam's body, and improvise some leg armor that was a mix of diamond and iron because "you're already slow as hell, if we get into a chase and you get shot, you're dead."

It hurt to hear, but Dream was right. The leg coverings might be uncomfortable, but they'd keep the obvious targets safe.

While Dream worked to strap the armor onto his legs, he gave Sam a backpack filled with supplies so he could feel around and get a sense for where things were (bandages near the top, then food and two knives. Some extra clothing. Alcohol and water at the bottom.)

Apparently, Dream also had a pack, though smaller.

"I only found one healing pot and no regen."

Sam almost asked for it, the cuts and bruises on his body ached and maybe-

"It won't fix your sight. There's nothing physical going on there. That's going to either take time or something specialty. We need to save it for something life threatening."

Right. That, that made sense.

Sam still found himself upset as they finished up their preparations and kept moving. They still had a long trip ahead of them to get home, or at least close enough that they could warn the others.

They were out of the camp now, in the woods, so Sam thought he'd be fine. Sure, being blind made things harder, but he could feel out his steps now. Dream had even thought to find him a decent stick that he could use to check the area ahead of him.

How hard could it be to navigate a forest blind?

After the third time Sam ran headfirst into a tree he forgot to check for, Dream was fed up.

"Alright, that's it, come here."

Before Sam could protest, Dream was grabbing his hand again. Sam was... Well, he wasn't exactly happy about this, but when he tried to speak up-

"We need to move faster, we don't have time for you to learn how to walk again."

Sam didn't like it but-

Well, Dream had a point.

If nothing else, Dream was a decent guide. He kept pace with Sam's larger legs without trouble, and was conscious of their difference in size. Following him was much easier than trying to navigate the unfamiliar landscape.

So much easier, that Sam actually had time to think. About everything that had happened over the course of the night.

All the sudden, the knowledge he'd shoved to the back of his mind came back in full world-shattering force.

Dream's mask was removable. It was a hybrid suppressor. A powerful one.

Sam stopped dead in his tracks.

"You- You?! You're a- Since when- What?!"

"Sam-" Before Dream could get any further, there was flurry of sudden noises well behind them. Alarm bells ringing and faint voices shouting. Fuck.

"Come on, we don't have time for this."

Dream pulled, yanking Sam forward, pace picking up to an uncomfortable speed.

Obviously, it wasn't the time. But Sam couldn't help but notice Dream's gait was distinctly different now. Unusual. Inhuman.

Huh.

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