Dream Team Oneshots

Mistreated

Okay, Jacob is back at it again. So George is Jacob's maid and Jacob is abusive. Dream is Jacob's friend that comes over and he notices this. Jacob like kicks George or something and other things. This one is interesting.

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Third-person

Dream was sat at the chair in the kitchen of his friend's house. Jacob was in the bathroom at the moment, so Dream was just waiting for him to come back, so they can talk. Dream looked up at the person who walked in the door. It wasn't Jacob, but a small boy. The small boy who looked to be about twelve, maybe fifteen at most. The boy was abnormally skinny and had pale white skin. He had dark brown eyes that looked to be red from crying. The boy looked weak and looked exhausted. "Hey, what's your name?" Dream asked, his curiosity taking over. The boy turned around and looked at him. Dream watched horror as he saw dark marks on his neck (no hickey's, but he was choked instead). The boy vigorously shook his head and didn't answer Dreams' question. Dream just shook it off and looked back at his phone. Dream quickly did a double-take on what the boy was wearing. It was a very short maids outfit. Dream wasn't one to judge, so he didn't question it that much. Jacob was done with the restroom and he came out of it and into the kitchen. "You want a beer?" Jacob asked Dream. Dream shook his head no. Then the loud noises started. Dream had known Jacob for about three to four years now and he was a very aggressive person and overall very egoistical and he would get mad if he didn't get his way, Dream towered over him by at least four inches, so Jacob never did any of that with him. "What the fuck did I tell you about leaving your room?!" Jacob yelled at the small boy who was in the kitchen scrubbing the floor to the ceiling, leaving no marks behind. "It got cold down there," The boy said quietly as he didn't dare to look Jacob in the eye. "What!" Jacob screamed right in his face. "It got cold down there. I am sorry sir," The boy said as he spoke louder. "I have guest over right now, so you better not fuck anything up," Jacob said as he grabbed the boy by the collar and whispered that into his ear. Jacob threw him down onto the floor and Dream cringed as he heard the boys' back slam against the cabinets. Jacob stood up and then walked over to sit next to Dream like nothing happened. "Who's the boy?" Dream questioned as he looked at Jacob with disgusted eyes. "His name is George," Jacob said as he rolled his eyes at the mention of George. "Why is he treated like this? Because it's making me sick," Dream asked Jacob in a confused manner. "He's weak, gay, and useless, so what good is he?" Jacob said with a smile. "You heartless monster. Nobody deserves to be treated like this," Dream said as Jacob stood up. "And what are you gonna do about it?" Jacob said and just like that all his confidence had gone because Dream had stood up. "Hey man, it was just a joke. He and I joke around like that a lot and it's all in good fun," (And just to spice up the story a bit George can't speak English, only French. Sorry if I get anything wrong I suck ass at French so be prepared) Jacob lied as he tried to cover himself up. "Well let's see what he has to say about it," Dream says as he goes to the other side of the island table to get the boy. "He can't speak English, so I am right," Jacob says quickly, but it's too late. Dream had already sat the boy down at a chair and he was trying to get him to talk. "Can you speak English?" Dream asked the smaller boy. He shook his head no. "What language do you speak?" Dream asked. "Je parle Français (I speak French)," The boy said. Dreams face paled. He knew this language all too well and it was coming back to haunt him in a way he would have never thought before. (My French is so bad, I am so sorry to all of the French speakers, I took Spanish instead lol). Dream had dropped out of high school the year he started taking French, so he knew some French, but not that much. "Je connais le français, mais pas beaucoup. Pouvezvous expliquer votre situation (I know French, but not a lot. Can you explain your situation (I don't know how to say situation in French lol))?" Dream asked the smaller boy. George nodded and began explaining everything. "J'avais cinq ans lorsque j'ai quitté la France pour les États-Unis. Mon père avait quitté ma mère et moi et étions seuls. Cet homme est venu nous voir un jour et nous a demandé si nous voulions la célébrité et la célébrité pour un petit prix. Nous avons dit oui. Ma mère avait la renommée et la gloire et j'étais à ce prix bas. J'ai été emmené de chez moi la nuit par un homme et il a dit que c'était un paiement. Je ne savais pas ce que cela signifiait à l'époque. Je n'ai pas vu ma mère depuis plus de dix-huit ans et je suis ici depuis tout ce temps. Cet homme qui m'a emmené est Jacob. Ne tombez jamais dans ses jeux d'esprit (I was five when I left France for the United States. My father had left my mother and me and were alone. This man came to see us one day and asked us if we wanted fame and fame for a small price. We said yes. My mother had fame and glory and I was at that low price. I was taken from my house at night by a man and he said it was a payment. I didn't know what that meant at the time. I haven't seen my mother for over eighteen years and have been here all this time. This man who took me away is Jacob. Never fall for his mind games)," George explained. (That took so long to write you don't even know lol). Dream understood most of it, while Jacob looked confused as hell. "Ses jeux sont maintenant terminés (his games end now)," Dream said and George face lit up.

Time skip to when George sees his mother after eighteen years. Jacob is in jail for life once more. Time skip brought to you by my back hurting. Time skip also brought to you by the s

"Momma!" George said excitedly as he ran up to his mom. They exchanged a long hug as Dream smiled at the two. "Où étais-tu bébé (where have you been baby)?" Georges mom asked him as they still hugged. "Nous en reparlerons une autre fois. Cet homme m'a sauvé (We will talk about it another time. This man saved me)," George said with a smile. Georges mom's face dropped.

And just like that George got yelled at for trusting strange tall white men and George's mom invited them both over for dinner. I hope you enjoyed it this was supposed to be done like three hours ago, but I'm lazy so whatever. Anyways I will post my New Years' special tomorrow at the time New Years' is for me, toddles!

Ya, that's about it. If anybody reads this, you request if you want. Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.