You and Dream are dating, and in prison. Quackity tortures the two of you often.

You're thrown back into your shared cell, falling roughly against the hard, cold stone floor. You have large, bleeding gashes all over your body, a black eye, lots of bruises, and are shaking very badly. Dream rushes forwards and cradles your body in his large, comforting arms. He gently wipes tears from your eyes with his huge, gentle, scarred hands. Dream holds your face gently, shushing you.