the day i lost you - dreamnotfound/gream

Oh

Walkin'  
Don't know where we goin'  
but we mobbin', yeah 
You looking for the juice? 
Well we got it, yeah

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I got out two black backpacks, and handed him one. "Go grab one gun, a handgun would be best, a knife, at least six inches, and two pairs of gloves. Also, one of those fingerprint cloths just to be safe. Oh yah, and a perfume. Put all that in your backpack."

He nervously nodded, and went to do as I told him. I did the same, grabbing all the supplies. I handed him a package of ammo, and he put that into his bag too. I went to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles, handing him one. 

"Do you have any black shoes? I have some, but they're probably huge."

"I'm not that small, I'm average, and no I don't."

I handed him the smallest pair I have, and it fit surprisingly decently. 

I was still curious on how he was possibly gonna kill someone, so I decided to ask, "So, why did Wilbur and Techno decide you're worthy for the job?"

"Don't as me, I'm just as confused as you."

I chuckled, and quickly stopped. No. Friending. George. He's highkey making it hard, but no. Last time I was vulnerable-

"How come you don't like showing emotions, Dream?"

"Crappy shit happened last time I loved someone and was vulnerable."

"Oh."

"Uh, yeah. We should probably get going so we can spot out our victim."

He shivered at the mention that we're having a victim, and nodded. He looked terrified, I actually feel bad that he was dragged into this. If Wilbur finds you worthy for the job, you either comply and join, or you get murdered, because we cant have anybody outside of the company knowing about us and reporting us to the police.

TW: PANIC ATTACK

"Hey George, you good?"

"Uh.. Yeah. I'm fine."

I hesitantly nodded. That's hard to believe, he's shaking like he's gonna pass out.

"Why are you shaking?"

"I gotta use the bathroom."

He ran down the hall and to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He wasn't using the bathroom, I know that much. I went and stood at the hallway doorway, debating if I should see what's wrong with him. Remember, no friending, but I wanted to know what's wrong with him, so I went through the hallway, and walked to the shut bathroom door,

"George?"

"I'm fine. Ill be out in 10."

"You're not fine. What's-"

"I am fine."

With that he emerged from the door, tearstained cheeks. His breathing was fast and shaky, his body trembling.

"George, seriously, why are you shaking?"

"Its fine, ok? I just met you, I don't wanna be a nuisance, plus I don't feel it matters."

"Oh- ok. Well, if it makes you feel better, I had anxiety too."

He looked up at me, gaze fierce.

"I don't have anxiety. Its fine."

"Um, alright."

TW OVER

We climbed into my car, silent. I looked over at him a few times, and he seemed to steady his breathing. Its obvious he had a panic attack, but obviously he doesn't like acknowledging it. Maybe he likes to pretend he's strong. Sounds familiar.