Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 2~Uhh Dream?~

George lazily awoke. As he got up he felt a burnning sensation from his chest fully waking him up. He was sitting in an old light blood wooden chair, the paint around it was chipping. Two ropes formed and x acros his chest tied at the back of the chair while his arms were wrapped up woth more rope around the arm rests, his legs tied to the chair legs. George panicked frantically looking around. It appeared that he was in their previous basement now pretty much empty. In the corner of the room he could make out a small figure. It was dream, he was sleeping his head leaning back against the wall. He was out cold.
Why were they in the basement?
This was their basement right?
A little mark on the wall from George when they had just arrived at the house awhile ago remained clarifying that yes it was their basement.
He attempted to shift in his spot. The chair creeped loudly.
Part of the bottom legged broke off the sudden force causing the chipped off piece of wood to land undone of George cutting a bit of ankle on its inevitable path. George flinched but it wasent enough to make him panic more, the adrenaline already came from this odd situation.
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George turned his head as best he could at where Dream was laying. As he turned Dream had silently made his way behind George. George again flinched out of suprise. Not that Dream was there, peering down at him, but the fact he managed to move so quietly towards him. At first George thought Dream had been knocked out bye someone else but the look Dream gave him already let him know. What ever was going on Dream did it. But was it on purpose? As dreams eyes kept on starring down at him, he face slowly changed into anger but it wasn't pointed forward at George.
"Fuck."
Dream whispered to himself as he kneels down slamming his head into the nook of George's neck.
"I make ONE mistake."
Dream was talking to himself as if George wasent tied down to chair in front of him.
"Dream what's-"
Dream wrapped his hand that was originally laying on the floor up to George's face covering his mouth which scared George.
Dream breathed heavily into the crook of George neck hand still over his mouth.
After a final breath Dream stood back up and walked informer of George both of their eyes locked onto each other as Dream moved.
Once finally in front of George Dream stood over him looming. It hurt George's neck to look up, but he did so anyway.
"What are you doing Dream-"
"What am I doing?"
George's question was interrupted bye a cold sharp response.
"Oh what am I doing, I don't really know ether George."
Dream knelt down caressing his hand over George's face. Normally George would of moved but didn't.
"I intended to do this little skit in another week or so but i mixed up bottles so it appears ill have to start now."
George didn't ask a question but bye his expression Dream could tell he was confused.
Despite this fact Dream just smiled his hand still caressing George's face.
"Did you enjoy dinner?"
George was off put bye dreams random question.
"Uh, y-yes?"
Dream giggled. He pulled out a bowl of leftover soup he had as if out of no where showing it to George like a trophy.
"This is what we ate tonight."
George nodded still very confused.
Dream dug a spoon that had sat inside the bowl scooping out one of the ingredients that laid on the bottom holding it up. It looks like some kind of radish, a white radish, very round and it had little red vein like lines throughout it.
Dream used his hand to pick it up and turned it around. A brown circle was in The center with a smaller black dot in the middle, it was shiny.
Wait a minute was that a-
"Good news, sapnap is right here."
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