Chapter Text
(January 10th)
Hurried footsteps rushed down the empty white-tiled corridor, the tapping of their toes on the ground echoing as labored breathing stopped outside a single door at the end of the hall. Two loud knocks rang into the office and the door was opened up by a confused man in a suit.
“Oh! Tommy! What is it?”
“Hi, dad! Er- Philza, er- fuck. Whatever. I was told to tell you that the new Director just got in!” The director, Phil, smiled at his son and ruffled his hair as he exited his office.
“Thank you, Tommy. Walk with me, yeah?” Phil asked and Tommy nodded.
“Sure thing! Who’s this new director anyway? Why are you leaving? This place is gonna be a shit hole as soon as you leave. Do you think they’ll let me keep interning? Fuckers better or else I’ll-” Phil laughed and patted his son on the back.
“Relax Toms. I don’t think the new director will boot ya from your internship. Come on now, Sam will be just in this meeting room here. Want to meet him?” Phil asked and Tommy shrugged.
“Whatever.”
“Right in here, Tommy.” Phil opened the door to a meeting room and inside sat a young man. He stood up as Phil and Tommy entered and extended his hand to shake Phil’s.
“Philza? Mr. Director, sir! I’m Sam Hozier. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man that founded this legendary Agency!”
“Please, call me Phil. You’re the director now, Sam,” Phil said, pushing Tommy into the room. “I’d like you to meet Tommy, Sam. He’s an intern here at SMP Agency.”
Sam smiled and shook Tommy’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tommy! I think I read your file the other night. You’re Phil’s son?” Tommy narrowed his eyes at Sam.
“I have a file?” He asked. Phil nodded. “That’s so fucking cool! I have to tell Purpled!” Tommy rushed out of the room, letting it slam behind him making both Sam and Phil laugh.
“Please, Sam. Take a seat. Let’s chat for a minute, yeah?” Sam nodded in agreement and took his seat at the table again. Phil sat down across from him and folded his hands on the surface in front of him before sighing. “Sam, you seem like a good guy. I just want to be sure you really know what you’re getting into by becoming the director.”
“I was the director's assistant at the L.A. SMP Agency. I did a lot of the work before he passed. I’m sure I can handle this just fine. Plus, you’ll still be around if I have questions, won’t you?” Phil chuckled and shook his head.
“I… I’d like to say I will be. But unfortunately, I won’t. Where I’m going is classified but since you’re the director now, I’m sure it couldn’t hurt to tell you. My son Wilbur was transferred to the London SMP Agency a little over a year ago. They’re a little harder on their agents over there, or so I’ve heard, and he ended up going absolutely mental. He’s gone. No one knows where he is or what he’s doing. He has access to all our classified files and cases and he could seriously mess with the Agency if he wanted to. I’ve been tasked with going and tracking him down.”
Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry Phil, that must be hard. And having to leave Tommy here alone as well?” Phil sighed and shrugged. There wasn't much he could do about the situation.
“Tommy is… he can handle himself for the most part. Just promise me to keep an eye on him, yeah? He gets a bit… well. I guess you’ll find out in due time.” Sam laughed and nodded.
“Sure, Phil. I’ll make sure to keep an eye on him. When do you leave to find Wilbur?”
“In about a half-hour.” Phil glanced down at his sleek black watch. “Gives me just enough time to show you to your office and then grab my things from my chambers. You were shown your sleeping chambers, right?” Sam nodded. “Great! I’ll show you to the office and get out of your hair then.”
The two walked down the hallway, the soft tapping of their shoes on the tile and Phil’s words as he explained to Sam everything he might need to know about the agency echoing off the walls.
“I promise you, Phil. You won’t regret leaving this place in my hands. I will do whatever I can to ensure the safety-” Phil held his hand up to stop Sam's words as he opened the Director's office door.
“Please don’t promise anything. I’ve made lots of promises I couldn’t keep and the guilt is… Well… Welcome to your new office, Mr. Director!” Phil outstretched his arm, showing off the office as the door opened. Sam smiled as he entered. He ran his hand across the sleek silver wall and then rested a hand on the desk. He looked up at Phil who didn’t move from his spot at the door.
“This is mine?” Sam asked and Phil nodded. The office itself was large and beautiful. There were photo frames with statistics and awards on the walls. There was a photo of Phil and three boys, one of which was Tommy, and two others Sam didn’t recognize still on the wall and Phil smiled sheepishly.
“I didn’t have enough time to clear out all my stuff just yet. If you could just put it in a box and get it to Tommy then-”
“Sure thing, Phil.” Sam smiled and Phil nodded.
“I trust you, Sam. Do us all proud.” Sam nodded and Phil hummed to himself. “Well then. Good luck, mate. You’re gonna need it.” Phil stepped out of the office as he finished his sentence and Sam was left to his own devices inside his new office.
“Alright then,” Sam started, standing up straight and placing his hands on his hips. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
-S.M.P. AGENCY-
“JESUS FUCK! Dream, fucking CHILL!” Sapnap shouted as Dream threw his black bag across the room. It hit a rack of all sorts of different sized knives, causing a loud clatter to ring into the training deck as it fell over.
“Get the fuck away from me. Don’t touch me!” Dream growled as Sapnap tried approaching him. Sapnap put his hands up in surrender and he followed after Dream as he stormed out of the training deck and into the agency's main hub. Niki looked up from her desk as Dream approached.
“Hello Dream, welcome back fr-” Dream slammed his hands on her desk, startling her. She stopped speaking mid-sentence and stared up at the angry man with wide eyes, unsure what to say or do.
“Did you know?” Dream demanded. Anger flared in his eyes and Niki shook her head helplessly.
“I-I’m sorry, w-what?” Niki stuttered out, her hands falling into her lap as she tried to avoid eye contact with the blond agent.
“I said. Did. You. Know.” Dream punctuated each of his words.
“Dream, chill. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” Sapnap said, placing a hand on Dream’s shoulder. He yanked him back slightly before Dream turned on his heel and grabbed Sapnap by the front of his black bulletproof vest.
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” Dream growled at him, shoving his friend to the ground. Sapnap stared up in horror at his friend.
“What-”
Dream turned back to Niki who was practically shaking as Dream glared at her. “Answer me, Niki. Did you know that Wilbur was working for Schlatt?”
“W-what?” Niki’s voice cracked and Dream studied her carefully, green eyes searching for a sign in frightened blue eyes. “W-Wil is with Schlatt?” Niki asked. She felt like her heart was breaking at the news and Dream sighed. Apparently, she didn't know. Oops.
“Shit, fuck. I'm so sorry Niki. I-"
“Ay! Get the fuck away from her, Big D! You bastard!” Dream’s eyes narrowed as Tommy entered the room. The tall blonde 16 year old was storming up to him, fists clenched at his sides.
“Someone call the director,” Dream heard someone say from behind him as Tommy grabbed a fist full of Dreams black t-shirt. He felt himself get shoved back by Tommy and all the rage he’d been feeling before washed over him.
“Tommy, you little fuck. I bet you're with Schlatt too, huh? Huh!” Dream shouted, grabbing Tommy’s wrist. “You’re the little brother of the psychopath that almost fucking murdered me!” Tommy’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“You fucking heard me, Tommy. Wilbur is a fucking bad guy. Why do you think Phil resigned all of the sudden, huh? Cause your brother is a fucking mass murderer now. How’s it feel to be the little brother of two absolute psychotic fucking-”
“DREAM!” Dream’s head snapped up at the familiar voice of a friend he’d made a long time ago. He looked to the side and saw Sam Hozier, the director's assistant from L.A. SMP Agency, standing in the doorway looking pissed.
“Sam?” Dream asked, his hold on Tommy’s wrist faltering enough for the teen to yank it away. There was a hand-shaped bruise already forming on his pale skin.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Sam asked as he helped Sapnap off the ground. Sapnap said a quiet Thank you, Sir , before dusting himself off and moving to check up on Niki who was being hugged and shushed by Agent C, or Cara.
“I-”
“No. You shut up. Come with me. Tommy, Sapnap. You guys too. Niki, I’ll be back to talk with you in a few.” Niki nodded and the three men followed after the new director as he turned on his heel. He stormed down the hallway to his new office and ushered all three in.
“Alright. Do any of you want to inform me on what the hell just happened?” Sam asked as he sat down at his desk. Dream shuffled awkwardly on his feet, looking away from the scrutinizing gaze of his new boss.
“Dream, um, just got back from a mission. He seemed upset so I asked what happened but instead of explaining like a normal person-”
“Agent S,” Sam scolded slightly, making Sapnap cough awkwardly.
“Instead of calmly explaining what happened, he stormed into the main hub and demanded Niki to tell him if she knew Wilbur was working with Schlatt. Then Tommy came in and-”
“Then I came in and the fucking psycho accused me of working with Schlatt too and he fucking called my brothers psychotic-”
“Tommy.” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Tommy shut up, crossing his arms with a huff.
“Okay. Thank you. Sapnap, take a seat in the corner. I’m going to deal with Tommy and Dream first.”
Dream groaned.
He wasn’t in the mood for this. After getting back from an important mission where he had almost died, he’d really rather just take a nap and then hit the training deck.
“Dream, apologize to Tommy,” Sam said and Dream scoffed, crossing his arms.
“No.”
“Alright then, what I’m hearing from you then is a willing 2 weeks detention?” Sam asked, pulling a slip of paper from the top drawer of his desk. Dream had seen that kind of paper before. It was a detention slip, and Sam was filling it out quickly.
“Woah, Woah. No. I- Fuck. I’m sorry for accusing you of working with Schlatt, Tommy.” Dream apologized through gritted teeth. Tommy smirked smugly at him.
“I don’t forgive you, but thanks big man,” Tommy said, turning to face Sam who stared at the teen with an exasperated look on his face. “Am I free to get the fuck out of here then?” Sam sighed and nodded.
“Yeah, get out of here.” Tommy rushed out of the room and Sapnap stood up quickly.
“Is it my turn?” He asked and Sam nodded, sliding the detention slip he had filled out away from him. Sam looked expectantly at Dream who groaned.
“Sapnap, I’m sorry I-” He paused mid-sentence, looking for words. “I’m sorry I was a little pissbaby that threw a fit the moment I came in the door. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end. Wrong place, wrong time. Y’know? Oh, and I’m sorry for shoving you to the ground. But I did warn you not to touch me so you kind of deserved that one,” Dream said making Sapnap chuckle. Both of them smiled at each other before Sapnap sighed.
“Yeah yeah. I forgive you, idiot. Make sure it doesn’t happen again. Got it?” Sapnap said and Dream rolled his eyes.
“Sure thing. Maybe. Probably not. Mr. Director, sir. Are we free to return to duties?” Dream asked, suddenly remembering he was still in front of their new director.
Sam eyed them warily before sighing. “Sapnap, you’re free to go. Tell Niki I’ll be with her shortly. Dream, I want to have a quick word with you.” Both agents nodded and Sapnap hurried from the room, presumably to go tell Niki what Sam had said.
Sam stared at Dream silently for a minute before groaning and leaning back in his chair. “Sit down, kid,” Sam said. Dream nodded and pulled the chair Sapnap had been sitting in closer to the desk before taking a seat across from the director. “What am I going to do with you, Agent D?”
Dream shrugged, leaning back. “Send me on another mission as soon as possible?” Dream suggested.
Sam chuckled.
“You know what, there is a file in here that I think would be a fitting job for you. But it is a two-person mission and it won’t take place for another week,” Sam said as he reached into his desk. He pulled out three folders, setting two aside and opening up the third.
“What is it?” Dream asked, leaning forward slightly.
“I’ll fill you in on it soon, Agent D. For now, why don’t you head to your personal quarters and rest up. I know you just got back from a big mission.” Dream wanted to protest, but he was tired and sleep sounded nice.
“Alright, sir. If you’re sure,” Sam nodded and closed the folder. Dream stood up and nodded at Sam once before reaching for the door handle.
“Oh, and one more thing!” Dream turned his head to the director who smirked at him. “You’ll be going in for a mental health check as soon as you wake up. Therapy might be on the table if Dr. Ponk sees it fit.”
Dream huffed in annoyance but didn’t say anything, instead opting to just leave the room.
Sam smiled to himself as the door slammed shut. “What an eventful first day.”