alone. (dreamnotfound)

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several minutes passed by after quackity had left and dream walked in.

george started slightly panicking, wondering what dream was gonna do. but he tried to stay calm and stop shaking so dream doesn't notice.

"we talk once again, george. how was your 'chat' with quackity?" he asked while grabbing something off the counter. george didn't seem to care when he grabbed whatever, that was most likely the least of his worries right now.

"um it was good, i guess. i mean you would know since you listened to our whole conversation through the security cameras." george replied, trying to not make eye contact with dream, so instead he looked at the floor.

"yea, that's very true but i kinda have to listen in on your conversation with anyone." dream put whatever he had in his hand back down on the table and grabbed something else and lifted it above his head to fix the security cameras.

"why?" george started to tear a little bit but he held it back.

"what?" dream slowly lifted his arm down from fixing the cameras and turned around slowly to face george.

"why? all of this? why? for what? why me?" george asked all those questions and dream couldn't keep up.

"i have my reasons but for now, they stay to myself." dream turned back around to continue fixing the cameras.

"could you at least let me go so i can lay on the bed and rest? being tied up in a chair for.. however many hours kinda hurts." george tried to move his chair closer to the bed but that didn't work out. he face planted on the concrete and yelped in pain.

"um.. you need help? you could've just asked, idiot." dream said while laughing before he walked over to george to help him up and untie him to let him rest on his bed. (oH nO uNtIe Me DrEaM)

"there. happy now?" dream then turned his back to george, continuing to fix the cameras.

"yes, thank you. also, how long will it take for you to fix those damn cameras? i'm trying to sleep and you just trying to fix them isn't helping." george rolled over on his side to face dream and rolled his eyes.

"a little bit longer, princess." dream laughed at his own teasing. george didn't like it, for obvious reasons.

after dream left, george fell right asleep after hearing the door shut. but what he didn't notice was a red flashing light coming from the camera telling him that dream, or someone else, was watching him sleep. but he didn't care, he just wanted to sleep.

—time skip—

george suddenly sat up hearing the metal door shut after someone opened it and walked in. it was quackity. with food, yay george thought to himself. he was starving.

"hi quackity, how are you?" george said, no response.

"hello? i'm talking to you dumbass. you can't just stand there watching me eat and not say hi back." george put his plate down and crossed his arms.

"sorry. the boss doesn't want me talking to you after our 'conversation' last night." george was confused. boss? ohh must be dream. forgot about that.

"oh ok, well why doesn't he want you to talk to me? it's not like something happened between us that he doesn't know about because he literally listened to our whole conversation last night through the cameras." george was pissed that quackity, maybe his new friend, wasn't talking to him.

"i-i can't tell you right now. he's listening." quackity said, pointing up to the camera, which had a flashing red dot by the camera.

"oh, ok. well i'm done eating. sorry, i'm not feeling very hungry right now but thank you." george said while handing the plate to quackity and he walked off.

george laid back down in his bed, face facing the wall. he started overthinking. like usual. i shouldn't have ever left. why me? "why me?" george screamed into his pillow to get all his anger out of him. it helped.. a little.

eventually he fell asleep. he had a dream, well duh of course he had a dream, everyone does. but this dream wasn't exactly normal. it was more on the interesting side.

(this is also dreams pov kinda, but it's also george's if that makes any sense)

"hey dreammmmm" george ran up to dream as he got out of the vehicle. he jumped onto dream, almost pushing him down onto the ground as he hugged him.

"george! hi! oh my god i've missed you so much." dream stared at george, looking him up and down until he realized what he was doing.

"how's life been without me to clean the house?" george said, letting go of dream. the blonde had a hurt look in his eyes after george let go of him.

they were roommates.. kinda. george was always traveling for business meetings and stuff so he was never home. he was pretty much the 'mom' of the house, always cleaning up after dream and his friends when they come over.

whereas dream is like the 'sporty dad' of the house. he's always home either watching football or whatever sport that's on, or working on his youtube channel or streaming on twitch to entertain his viewers.

"you should be proud of me. i kept the house clean the whole time you were gone." dream said, opening the door, leaving george in shock.

"wow. i am proud of you dream!" george pulled dream into another hug. dream loved feeling george's warm body against his. he loved this man so much. when will he come out to him? who knows. when will he tell george that he likes him? maybe, just maybe, the brunette would feel the same.

"dream? dream!" george snapped his fingers in front of dreams face, snapping him out of his thoughts and back into reality.

"yep. yep, sorry. what were we talking about again?" dream walked into the house, sitting down on the couch while george sits beside him.

"hey george?" dream looked over to george. 'should i tell him now, or later? shit. i already got his attention, might as well do it know.'

"yes, dream?" george looked back at dream.

"can i um, tell you something that i've been wanting to get off my chest for awhile?"

"well duh of course you can, dream. i mean, i am your best friend so you can tell me pretty much anything without me judging you." george looked back at the tv.

"ok well," dream started, what would he say? "i-i'm bisexual but i'm more into guys." 'man that felt great to finally say.' dream thought to himself.

george just sat there in awe, with a look on his face like he just witnessed dream murder someone. "wait. you're not fucking around? you're actually bisexual?" george finally said, still with a shocked look on his face.

"yes, george." dream giggled.

"oh wow, ok i guess it's my turn. i'm gay" george said, looking down with a smile on his face while he messed with his fingers.

"wait, really?" dream said in confusion. 'should i tell him?' "hey george? i have one more thing to say.." dream trailed off.

"yes? i'm listening." george said with a smile on his face, no longer looking down.

"i like you, george." dream finally said after hesitating. (plssss- heatwaves is playing in the background while i'm writing this😩✋)

george leaned a little bit closer, grabbing dream's shirt collar. he leaned in.

then george woke up. what? what was that dream?? george thought to himself before he realized he woke up in a cold sweat. no, please. i cant fall for the serial killer who's gonna most likely kill me soon. too late. all because of that dream.

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a/n- i rlly liked this chapter tbh- it's gonna get juicy in the next few chapters. btw there isn't any smut, maybe a little bit but not a ton. i started this chapter at 11:30pm and finished it at 1:15am😃
anywaysssssss hope u guys enjoy !!!