(WARNING: This Oneshot contains Character death, gore (I think?) And blud. Read at your own discretion)

          A harsh cough escaped Dream's chapped lips as he collided with the hot ground, his exposed knees scrapping against the dark red concrete-like surface. He winced, pressing the palm of his hand against the Netherack and slowly trying to push himself up. He squinted one of his sky-blue eyes open, the other shut tight. He had a cut above his right eye, his crimson red fluids flowing over it.
          His vision was slightly blurred for a moment, soon focusing on the weapon before him. A blood-covered diamond axe shone before Dream, the nearby lava being so bright is illuminated the whole area. As the thick, dangerous substance popped in Dream's ears, he began to crawl toward his weapon. Pain coursed through multiple parts of his body. His knees, which were now beginning to bleed. His head, feeling as though someone was constantly hitting it. His throat was sore due to all of the screaming he had been doing. His feet ached, for he had been walking and running for hours.
          He heard the footsteps of his hunters grow closer from behind. His panic increased. He had to hurry up. Dream coughed slightly as he tried to crawl faster, wincing more and more with every inch closer he got. His axe was almost within reach. Straining slightly, he reached an arm out.
          A loud hiss of pain left Dream as he screwed his eye shut, his hand having been stepped on by someone. The person had on boots, and we're stepping on him rather harshly. It was Bad, his white eyes glaring down at the injured male. "This is it, Dream," a British voice spat from behind Dream. George and Ant walked up from behind Dream and Bad, expressions nowhere near a happy one. They were all visibly scratched up, having a few bandages here and there due to the injuries Dream had caused.
          "Y–You–," Dream started, voice scratchy and low. He squinted his eye open, looking up at the demon male whom was crushing his wrist. "Y–You really thi–ink this is it?" He asked, a grin forming on his face. It seemed as though he had fangs. Bad narrowed his eyes, reaching to his side. "No, we don't," he started, his clawed fingers wrapping firmly around a metal handle. He pulled up, unsheathing his iron sword. "We know it is," he finished, beginning to raise what would be used to kill Dream.

          A struggled noise escaped Ant, catching the attention of both Bad and George. They looked at him, eyes widening in absolute horror. Ant's expression was one of shock, eyes widened and mouth hung open. Sticking out of his chest as a red-liquid covered blade. More of the red-liquid began spilling out from around the sword, coating his fur generously. The blade slowly pulled out, Ant's body collapsing to the ground. His expression stayed the same, and he lay there motionless. Behind where Ant once lived was a black-haired male, holding the handle of Ant's murder weapon. He had a sick glare, a few blood splatters being on his tanned cheek. He raised a hand, wiping it with the sleeve of his shirt. "Who's next?" He asked in a low voice. He was pissed.
          George backed up quickly, for he was much more closer to him than Bad was. George's face was pale, eyes widened in fear. Bad had on a similar expression, cupping his mouth as he began to tremble. He was shaking so hard he dropped his sword, it clanking loudly once it hit the ground.
          "You got five seconds," SapNap announced, his coal eyes full of irritation. Bad didn't move at first, only snapping out of his trance-like state when George grabbed his wrist. George tugged on his arm, not daring to look back as to two began sprinting off.

          SapNap slowly watched as the two ran away , his glare never leaving. A groan filled his ears, head snapping in the direction it came from. Dream was now on his back, for he had rolled over. His eyes were shut, breath hitched as he wanted softly. He was in a lot of pain. SapNap let out a strained sound of shock, dropping his weapon as he rushed over. Getting down on his knees next to Dream, he dug around in his shoulder bag frantically. After a moment, he pulled out a small glass bottle. It had a pink liquid inside, which seemed to be glowing. Nails tapping against the glass slightly, SapNap quickly pulled the cork off with a loud pop.
          Carefully, he placed his hand under Dream's head and lifted it slightly. Dream winced slightly at this, jumping slightly once SapNap pressed the tip of the cold bottle against his lips. Dream slowly drank the liquid, furrowing his brows as he did. It felt odd to drink. It felt both hot and cold, and it was thicker than it seemed. It was also oddly fizzy.
          As Dream consumed the fluid, it was as if his injuries were disappearing. Of course, the blood stayed. But his cuts and wounds completely vanished, the aching in his body going away almost instantly. Once the bottle was completely empty, SapNap pulled it away and set it to the side. Dream's eyes slowly fluttered open, twinkling as they stared up at the man who saved him. A small smile form on his face, taking in the appearance of his childhood best friend. SapNap felt a wave of relief once he saw Dream's smile, returning the gesture with a small grin.
          Dream sat up, cupping SapNap's face and pulling him into a kiss. SapNap's eyes widened slightly, face turning a bright shade of pink. He wasn't expecting that. His eyes slowly shut as he reached up, gently grabbing his forearms. It was sweet and gentle.
          After a minute or two, Dream broke the kiss. He pressed his forehead against SapNap's, opening his eyes slightly. He was met with SapNap's Obsidian-like ones, a soft smile forming on his tanned face. "My hero~," Dream cooed, earning a giggled from SapNap.