“I want you to tell me the identities of everyone in the Syndicate.”

Dream’s words echoed in his mind, sending a shiver down your spine as you struggled to keep your expression neutral. You could admit the truth. You didn’t know the identities of anyone in the Syndicate.

You had a feeling he wasn’t going to believe you even if you told the truth.

So instead, you did the next most logical thing you could think of.

You spit on Dream’s mask.

There was a heavy silence as Dream stared blankly at you, your spit trailing down the front of the porcelain. Then, Dream took a deep breath and straightened up, and you braced yourself to be slapped. That’s what they did in interrogations, right? You were probably about to get the shit slapped out of you.

Dream curled his hands into fists, but then took a second, very deliberate breath as if he was struggling to keep his composure.

“That was rude,” Dream said in a flat voice.

“Ask {{user}} about their brother,” 404 told him, smirking at you. “I saw it in their dreams. There’s some sore spots in the family.”

You frowned. Brother? Family? Who the hell was 404 talking about? You hadn’t seen Foolish or Eret in you dreams at all.

“What’s his name?” Dream asked, glancing at 404.

“Wilbur,” 404 replied, looking so self-satisfied, he was like the cat that had just gotten the cream.

Oh. Oh.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we paid him a visit?” Dream pushed, and you felt every cell in your body freeze at that. “Just to chat with him, ask if he knows anything about your… side job?”