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"Do you regret kidnapping Tommy Innit?"
"No."
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"Do you regret kidnapping Tommy Innit?"
"No."
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"Do you regret kidnapping Tommy Innit?"
"No."
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"Do you-"
"I will never regret it."
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"Do you regret kidnapping Tommy Innit?"
"No."
"What if I told you Jimmy was now on twenty-four hour watch? If he steps out of line we have permission to kill him." Dream laughs as Scott's head snaps up to him. "Hello, Scott Major."
This wasn't how it was meant to go. The Warden was meant to ask him the same question every day, and then he'd be left alone in his cell.
"You look surprised. Didn't expect to see me?" He doesn't wait for an answer, leaning against the door he just came through. "It's been a year."
A whole year since Scott was put in jail. A year since he tried to change the world through kidnapping one kid. A year since he's seen his husband and didn't use 3-in-1 on his hair.
"Tommy's doing well. Lively kid, and I'm glad your little stunt didn't change that. Can't say the same for Jimmy though."
"What did you do to him?!"
Dream smirks, and Scott realizes he gave him the reaction he wanted. He doesn't care though, his husband could be getting hurt out there.
While Scott would never regret kidnapping Tommy, he regrets Jimmy getting dragged into it. Trying to keep him safe failed, but for a moment he thought they'd get away.
They didn't.
"I didn't do anything to him. But I did make some new friends who aren't as... bound by the public's opinion. Let's just say he's in a great amount of debt."
"I'll pay it for him." Scott says immediately.
Dream laughs sharply, that porcelain smile staring down at him. It feels condescending, mocking him for his words.
"Maybe I didn't make this clear enough. In the eyes of the law, you don't exist. Everything you've ever had was given to Tommy as an apology gift. You don't have the money to pay. And even if you did, why would I let you?"
After a moment it becomes clear Dream wants an answer, but Scott just looks away.
A green glow wraps around his jaw, forcing him to look back at Dream. The masked man doesn't even move to do it.
"What happened, Scott?" Now he was definitely being mocked. "You used to be so talkative. We had to hear all about your big plans to rid the world of powers. Warden got your tongue?"
"I would've changed the world into a better place."
"Too bad you fucked with our kid to do it, hmm?"
"Mr. Major." Whisht greets, materializing right in front of him.
For the first time in this visit, a spike of fear pierces through Scott. "Our kid" is what Dream said.
"How's Tommy? He stayed at yours last night, right?" Dream asks.
"Oh, yeah, he's great. We played tag and he passed out after. You're still coming over tomorrow for a picnic?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Good, Angel would kill me if you changed your mind."
Were they making plans in front of him? A villain and a hero?
"I suppose the only good thing that came out of you was us teaming up." Dream says, now addressing Scott.
"He doesn't deserve that credit." Whisht laughs. "Tell me, Scott, what do you care about most?"
It's like there isn't an option for him to stay silent anymore, mouth already opening and moving.
"My hair."
"Wait what?" Whisht asks.
"His fucking hair?" Dream exclaims. "All this work I put into tormenting you with news of Jimmy and you care about your hair the most?!"
"Hey, we can fix this easy. Go grab a razor."
"We're in a prison, where am I going to get a razor?"
"Please, not my hair!" Scott sobs.
"...what the fuck." Whisht gapes. "You actually care about your hair that much?"
"I feel like shaving his head is too far." Dream admits. "We can't take away a guy's hair."
"Yeah, I see your point. Just a little off the top then? Give him a cut?"
Dream knocks on the door to Scott's cell twice before yelling down the hall.
"Warden! Can we get some scissors?"
A few minutes later a pair of silver scissors slides through the slot where his food comes through, allowing Dream to snatch them. Scott places protective hands over his hair like that'll somehow stop them.
"Do the honors." Dream hands off the scissors to Whisht.
"I regret it!" Scott cries. "I regret kidnapping Tommy!"
He means it. His attempts at changing the world wasn't worth his perfect hair that he spent years of his life on.
"Was that seriously all it took?"
"Are you telling the truth?" Whisht asks.
Scott frantically nods, still holding his hair.
"Well that's kind of boring." Dream states. "But whatever. Come on Whisht."
"See you in another year!" Whisht crows, stepping out of the cell with Dream.
The door slams behind them, leaving Scott all alone. Alone, but with his hair still intact.
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Nobody shows up the next day.
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"Can I get some coffee at least? Is there a Starbucks in here?"