#tiny!sam

Sam

Using the logic that he's a creeper, Sam would probably be pretty protective over small Tommy. Like, he'd be borderline possessive. Tommy would definitely curl up with cats to keep Sam from storing him when he's in trouble. Unorthodox but effective at keeping from time outs.

Sam would so be a very careful pred, he'd not want to hurt Tommy and probably hold his breath whenever they did noms, because his exhales hold thick smoke and heavy carbon. Think of it like his lungs are a working explosion, constantly burning the oxygen he pulls in to make the smoke and stuff he needs? It's weird but cool in my opinion.

Tommy definitely makes smoker jokes and constantly mocks Sam in a smoker voice. It's often the reason he gets nommed because he won't stop insisting Sam smokes 3 packs a day when he needs to be quiet.

At first, Tommy was very scared, like he would scream his lungs out and claw at Sam's storage until he was let out: levels of fear. Now he just squirms and will randomly be loud to scare Sam into thinking he's back when they first started doing this. Aka protective creeper go brrr.

Sam has a colored green storage and Tommy is constantly put off by it like- 'it shouldn't be that color!' and Sam just constantly reminds him that he's barely human and isn't gonna have human insides. Tommy still thinks he needs to fix it. He can't.

Tommy

Tommy took probably five minutes after Sam shrunk before he shoved him in his mouth because: instincts. Let me have this. He is the raccoon child for a reason.

Sam so freaked out and probably gave Tommy plenty of indigestion- probably let off an accidental explosion or two due to his panic. Let's just say Tommy had a scar in his stomach lining that Sam hasn't mentioned. Tommy finds out after having swallowed another shrunk person, probably Tubbo or Ranboo.

He loves teasing Sam, nipping and biting him all the time because it's his love language. Aka he wants to show Sam he cares and does it the only way he really knows- violence and noms. Noms too.

Using raccoons as reference, Tommy soaks Sam in water before he noms him, like Sam knows what's gonna happen when he's being held and Tommy pulls out a water bottle and a bowl.

Tommy spends the entire time Sam is in his storage, or stomach I haven't decided it should have the same conditions as Trapped Dream Au, purring and chittering to himself. He will poke and prod Sam until he's squirming around and stuff because he absolutely loves having the sensation!

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

~~~~~

Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

Dream glared into the dark cave ahead of the ship. “The lair of Scylla.” He muttered, spotting two specks of purple within the water. “This is the only way home.”

“Deep down.” An enchanting voice barely graced his ears.

“You’re quiet today.” Dream spoke, turning to his right hand man, Sam.

“Deep down.” The voice called again.

“Not much to say.” Sam spoke bluntly, looking away in shame.

“Deep down.” The voice called as they entered the dark cave. “You hide a reason for shame.” The voice finally spoke, the boat rocking slightly as the waves picked up.

“I’ve got a secret I can no longer keep.” Sam returned, facing Dream. “Deep down, you know that we are the same.” The voice called again, begging Dream to look over the edge of the ship.

He spotted the specks of purple in a different spot this time, tensing at that thought. “I opened the wind bag while you were asleep.” Sam rushed. Dream froze.

“Leaving them feeling betrayed.” He didn’t know what to say, and whatever voice was speaking seemed to almost read his thoughts.

“Breaking the bonds that you’ve made.” The voice continued. Dream clenched his fists as the boat rocked again, harder this time.

“I’m so sorry!” Sam pleaded. Dream glared at the water, before shooting a glare at the other. “There is no price we won’t pay.”

Dream opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as he watched the dark shadow of something absolutely massive swimming under the boat, making it rock once again.

“We both know what it takes to survive.” Dream waved to the crew, signalling to row faster as he continued to watch the shape as it vanished into the darkness ahead, the purple specks taunting him as they glowed in the dark.

“Full speed ahead.” His crew chanted. “Full speed. Full speed ahead.” They continued. “Full speed ahead.”

“Deep down.” The voice sang, and at that moment, Dream picked up on two other voices, neither as beautiful or sickeningly sweet as the lead, but each stunning in their own way.

“We only care for ourselves.” The original voice sang alone, as if driving that point into his skull.

“Sam, light up six torches.” Dream commanded, continuing to glare at the water, until he finally spotted something.

“Deep down.” The voice sang. Dream noticed the caramel brown curls, deathly pale skin, and glowing purple eyes barely peeking out from the water at the other side of the cave, through what little light the torches gave off.

“We’re lonely demons from Hell.” The voice spoke, seeming to come from the head poking out of the water as it came closer. The eyes were watching him, as if judging him.

“Captain, something approaches.” Sam spoke, joining him back at his side, holding up a torch towards the creature who stared at them.

“Hello.” A twisted, snarling version of the original voice spoke.

Within seconds, the water around them erupted as two massive bodies emerged from the inky abyss. The first creature also stood tall, but nowhere near the sizes of the creatures who accompanied it.

The three had similar features, Dream realized, as clawed hands began inching down towards the boat, sharp teeth glimmering in the light that the torches provided.

The other two also had glowing eyes, but instead of purple, the one to the left of Dream’s eyes glowed blue, although that one’s face was damaged, and the one to the right glowed orange.

Dream’s blood turned cold as he realized what that creature was.

Scylla.

He took one last calm breath, using it in what was likely his final sentence.

“ROW FOR YOUR LIVES!” He shouted just before all hell broke loose.

“Drown in your sorrow and fears!” The one with blue eyes snarled as it grabbed one of the crewmates, the torch dropping from their hand.

“Choke on your blood and your tears!” The one with orange eyes shouted, slamming a hand down onto the ship, trapping the poor soul underneath until they were lifted up, torch left to burn into the wood beneath it.

“Bleed ‘til you’ve run out of tears!” The one with blue eyes shouted in quick succession with the third, stabbing a crewmate through their stomach with the creatures sharpest nail, lifting the body upwards and letting it dangle momentarily before the body slid off the nail and into its greedy maw.

“We must do what it takes to survive!” The one with the purple eyes sang, approaching the boat. Dream noticed the purple creature was smaller than any person he knew.

“Give up your honor and faith!” The one with orange eyes continued, reaching down and grabbing another one of the crewmates in its hand, squeezing hard enough that the rest of the crew could hear the body crunch.

“Live up your life as a wraith!” The one with blue eyes cursed as it grabbed another crew member, dropping them into its mouth and crunching, hard.

“Die in the blood where you bathe!” The one with orange eyes continued as Sam finally noticed the torches. All the torches he had lit under Dream’s command.

Scylla had only attacked those with the torches.

“We must do what it takes to survive!” The first voice finished as the beast sunk back into the depths, shoving the boat out of the cave. The purple eyed creature stared at Dream through the darkness, beginning the finale of the dark melody.

Four men rode into the quiet desert town of El Rapids, nestled in the walls of the infamous “Blackrock Canyon.” They heard word from another town back in the Savannah about a massive bounty in El Rapids, and they were going to be the ones to claim it. George thought this was strange as he adjusted himself on the back of his horse, urging it to catch up to the others.

“Sapnap are you sure we’re in the right place?” Badboyhalo asked.

“Maybe we should’ve taken a left at the river…” Antfrost chimes in. Sapnap rolled his eyes.

“We’re here, El Rapids just has a low population because of its location.” He said. It was true, El Rapids was subject to constant Titan attacks, from Branch-horns to the dreaded Derivus and Agnes, no human was safe here.

The group found a large hole carved by the riverbank and stopped, letting their horses rest by the riverbank and tying them to fence posts. George only could hope that a hungry Titan didn’t suddenly develop a craving for horse meat. They walked through a series of tunnels and finally arrived to an underground city, lit up by lamp lights and glow lichen. A man walked up to them and Sapnap stepped foreward.

“President Quackity.” He greeted.

“Captain Sapnap,” Quackity greeted back, shaking his hand. “Follow me boys, this one is probably going to be your biggest hunt yet!”

The group followed him inside where he had a projector set up.

“Now normally you boys hunt people right? That’s why you’re called the Manhunters, well, consider this gentlemen! Tubbo! Lights!” Quackity exclaimed dramatically. The teen at the back of the room rolled his eyes dramatically and flicked the switch as Quackity got the projector running. A picture of a large silhouette with glowing green eyes popped up.

“This, is your target. A lightweight build Titan that has been scouting the perimeter and eating merchants whenever it finds them. We’re surprised it didn’t get you guys actually.” Quackity said, flicking through the pictures. Images of carnage and bloody remains flashed across the screen emphasizing what they were really hunting, a monster that could kill everyone in this room with only one swipe of its mighty talons.

George swallowed nervously and Bad looked mortified. Sapnap frowned with concern as he stood up from his seat.

“With all do respect, Mr. President, I’m not risking my men’s lives to hunt a killer Titan, I think we should probably get the Safeguard involved.” Sapnap suggested.

“That’s the thing! Safeguard doesn’t care about little desert outposts like this! They only care about city humans! The ones scurrying between massive feet and talons surviving the concrete jungle, they don’t care about the humans that are really struggling to survive. That’s why I have employed you five, the best hunters on the continent.” Quackity clasped Sapnap’s shoulder. “Did I mention, the reward?” He passed Sapnap two wanted posters, both of the same creature, both with the same bounty. The reward?

“3 million credits,” Sam gasped, everyone’s eyes were wide with shock, George’s jaw dropped hearing this. 3 million human credits, that was like, 3 thousand Titan credits!

“And you have this kind of money?!” George blurted. Quackity nodded.

“Yep, one Titan owes me hush money to keep his little affair with a human a secret.” Quackity smirked. “So boys? Are you in?”

“We’ll be back with that fucker’s head dragging behind the horses in 3 days.” Sapnap smirked confidently. “Boys! We ride at sundown!”

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Nighttime was the worst time to be out in the desert. There were mobs absolutely everywhere in the canyon! A creeper nearly blasted them twice had Ant not hissed at it to make it go away (and by that extent would always make Sam jump.) and skeletons would constantly put them under fire. The group stopped to camp by the waterfall, Bad humming a quiet tune as their makeshift campfire crackled under the 5 moon sky. If they weren’t under the threat of being murked by mobs or becoming a Titan’s midnight snack, it would’ve been peaceful.

“So, what are you guys gonna do with your share of the money?” Bad suddenly asked. Sam scoffed at him

“What is this a slumber party?” He joked. Bad rolled his eyes, or at least George thought he did.

“Haha very funny Sam. I’m just trying to make conversation.” Bad quipped. Antfrost giggled as he took a drink of water from the river, pausing suddenly. His ears flicked and his whiskers twitched. Sapnap noticed this.

“Ant? Whatchya picking up?” The captain of the hunters asked. Ant turned to answer but froze dead in his tracks, stumbling over his words. Eventually a low growl made the group realize why Ant suddenly looked ready to piss himself.

“Fuck, run you idiots!” Sapnap yelled as a terrifying screech-like roar pierced the night sky.

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He never really liked this arrangement with El Rapids. He had been perfectly fine on his own, the rivers had plentiful fish and one of the two visas he had allowed him to become human, so he could at least buy food during tough times.

But ever since Quackity caught him in El Rapids trying to sneak around, he had used him for protection, in exchange that the Titan was fed. He was fed alright, fed up with this bullshit. He hated the sound of screaming humans, it was annoying and heartbreaking, interestingly enough. The first few times he was “sacrificed” humans, he didn’t mind, but after a while he started getting suspicious when he heard El Rapids’s population was shrinking. He was starting to think he was a body guard for Quackity, and needed someone to help him take them down.

So here he was, quietly watching the camp of 5 hunters. It was kinda cozy he wouldn’t lie. He wanted to try and get closer, maybe introduce himself. If he did this slowly and carefully everything should go right. Keyword; should. And it did, he got very close, until the cat saw him, he tried purring to show he was friendly. The human in a white bandana started shouting at them to run and they all took off. Great.

One thing he did do before he left his den for the night was he grabbed his visa that put his stomach on hold, almost making it like a storage pouch so he wouldn’t have to worry about cramming them in a sac barely below his collarbone meant to hold up to two people. His stomach could hold 3 safely at least. He grabbed one of them and immediately popped them into his mouth, purring at the taste as he kept an eye on where everyone was, out of the corner of his eye he saw the slightly smaller one with goggles running along the side of the cliff with a bow, probably to start sniping. The human cut at his tongue, right, they’re armed. He slammed them against the roof of his mouth and spat out their weapon, then swallowed with a hearty gulp, feeling them travel down, one down 4 to go.

One by one he was scouring the ravine, catching and disarming each hunter, and swallowing them down so they could be safe. He will admit it was an amazing sensation to feel 3 live prey inside his belly squirming and thrashing. Now for the tough part: the goggled human and the bandana human.

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George was hyperventilating and in tears. Everyone he’d met and grown to love as brothers were being eaten alive and he was next as he loaded a wayfaryte arrow into his bow and wanted to take aim. Sapnap was no where to be found but if George had to guess he was already being digested by the monster, or got torn to shreds because he tried to burn it-nope, he could hear Sapnap’s battle cry, he was still alive, not for long though. George rounded the corner and took the shot, landing a blow on the beast’s shoulder as it roared with surprise. The creature looked around, vibrant green eyes landed on him as he walked over. George tried to run but it was too late as he was pinched by the leg with (gentle?) fingers. George instinctively dropped his arrows and bow, along with his sword and knife. He was defenseless.

The giant beast seemed satisfied with himself as he opened his mouth and tossed Sapnap in, clamping his teeth shut to lock his old time friend in.

“SAPNAP!!” George cried, flailing wildly trying to escape. The Titan pressed George against his stomach, he could hear his friends inside, yelling and screaming. George was frantically trying to push away, and to his surprise he was lifted back up, but only in time to watch as the Titan swallowed and the lump that was his friend traveling down the beasts throat.

It pet him reassuringly as he opened his mouth, a forest green abyss with a neon green forked tongue awaited him. George panicked and kicked at the tongue but that only excited the beast more as he slipped George in and started licking him. The tongue assaulted George everywhere, the little man helplessly fighting against it as he felt gravity shift. No, this couldn’t be the end. This wasn’t how he was going to die!

George clawed his way to the front of the mouth hearing a confused mutt ring around him as he slipped his hands under the beast’s teeth and started to lift. He pushed up with all his might, and unsure whether the beast was playing into this or if his jaw was relaxed enough, but he managed to prop it open, exerting all of his energy into holding the beast’s mouth open as sunlight started to rise. The creature wrapped his tongue around George and pulled him back in, but it kept its mouth open. As the sun rose above the cliffs, George was sliding into the awaiting opened throat, through the teeth he saw the last light of day as he was gulped down, sent to his doom. He slid down, down into a small pouch on top of Sapnap, below was the stomach with the rest of his friends. The two could barely fit in here, and it was about to get tighter as the creature burped overhead. The two held each other close, believing it was their final moments.

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