alone. (dreamnotfound)

5

george sat up, groaning in pain after the day before. he took off the cloth material he used for covering up his cuts and looked at them. how could someone so evil but yet again probably really nice, do something like this to someone? george asked himself, examining the cuts.

after he was done looking at them, he looked up and jumped in surprise. dream was standing in the doorway. with.. my food? where's quackity?

"um, hi? why isn't quackity here with my food?" george said, looking at dream's smiley face mask that had a few cracks in it.

"quackity won't be here for a few days so i'll be bringing your food until he comes back." dream walked closer to george before george said something that made dream stop walking.

"no. stop. just please put my food on that table over there and leave." dream did as george said and stood in the doorway instead of leaving.

wow. that was easy.. wonder why george thought to himself as he got up and started eating his food.

"where did you send quackity, dream?" george looked up from his plate and stopped eating, waiting for an answer.

"what do you mean?" dream looked at george, also waiting for an answer.

"i heard you guys yelling yesterday, and i heard some stuff that's confusing me." george said, then continued eating waiting for a response from dream.

"i didn't send him anywhere. he left on his own but he said he'll be back in a few days. but what did you hear from our conversation?" dream said, pulling out his pocket knife and twirling it around in between his fingers.

"oh um, nothing bad, but i did hear a little bit at the end before quackity walked off and he yelled something at you." george started, thinking if he should say that he heard everything towards the end.

"oh. did you hear what he yelled?" dream said, still fidgeting with his pocket knife.

"um yes but i couldn't hear much but i did hear a couple things, like quackity calling you gay.. and that confused me but i thought he was just joking." george lied straight through his teeth.

"oh, yea we were just joking around, just something that 'homies' do, ya know?" dream also lied, george being unaware of it.

"oh ok, thanks for making me less confused. i'm done eating. you may go now." george handed the plate to dream.

"your welcome for making things more clear.. next time i come in though, we're having a talk." dream grabbed the plate from george's hand replying to george in a monotone voice.

before dream walked out the room, george grabbed his arm "wait, can you bring a clock in here, i'd rather watch the time tick by than lay in bed, overthinking to the point it could possibly kill me." george asked, looking at dream's classic smiley face mask.

"yea of course. just give me 10 minutes and i'll be back with a clock, georgie." george blushes slightly at the fact that he just called him georgie, so he quickly turned away as dream's as walking away

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it was probably 15 minutes later until dream came back with a clock. didn't he also say that he had to have a talk with me when he came back? george thought to himself as dream walked through the cold metal door.

"hi.." george looked up from staring at his hands, fidgeting with them. but he was shocked when he looked up. dream had his mask off. he was the most beautiful person he's ever seen. he had gorgeous yellow eyes- or they may be green since he can't see some colors because he's colorblind- his blonde hair looks so.. fluffy, he wants to touch it. no. play with it for hours on end. he has light freckles all over his cheeks. no. stop. why am i thinking this? george traced back to the conversation dream and quackity had the other day, realizing something. maybe.. he's showing me what he looks like for a reason..? george pushed the thought aside and stopped staring at dream.

"hi georgie. what'd you do while i was gone? i also got your clock. let me go put it up for you." dream turned, walking towards a wall and placing the clock on it then turning back to george noticing the light blush across his cheeks.

"i just thought to myself. why?"

"why what? why did i ask?" dream stood by the metal door.

"no, why aren't you wearing your mask around me? and does quackity know what you look like?" george looked down, started to notice his hands shaking slightly.

"no, quackity doesn't even know what i look like. and you're just.. different than the others i guess." dream looked at george, with a reassuring smile on his face. even though george didn't care to look up and notice.

"so, then why are you showing me? there has to be a specific reason that you're just not wanting to tell me because you wouldn't just say 'you're just different'. so what's the reason, dream?" george suddenly raised his voice and dream slightly jumped.

"well there is something that i know about that you don't. but like i've said before, that's information that doesn't need to be shared right now, maybe even never." dream started, giving george a wink. "but the whole reason i came in here was because i needed to talk to you about something serious."

"go on." george still had his gaze on dream as he spoke, getting lost into his green eyes, trying not to but failing anyways.

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"i'm not sure how to start off. so i work, well i used to work for this company that pretty much sent people out to kill others as a game and you would get payed however much per person you killed," dream stared at george "and I needed the money at the time so I started doing that. but i got so into it that i quit that job and started my own. and now here we are." dream said, george still looking at him with his gaze on him.

"why didn't you just kill me when we were in that alley?" george asked, still not taking his eyes off dream.

"why do you keep asking so many questions that i cant answer until later because now isn't the right time?" dream snapped. he was tired of getting asked so many questions.

"s-sorry dream. is that all you wanted to tell me?" george said, finally taking his eyes off dream's eyes.

"yes. it is. but i'll be back later with food." dream took his gaze off george and started walking off, shutting and locking the metal door behind him.

george stood up and walked towards his new clock. he watched the minute hand move every minute and the second hand spin around the clock constantly. he looked towards the camera, getting an idea.

what if i break the camera's lens? or even better. i just destroy the whole thing. george noticed the light wasn't on so he walked towards the camera, grabbing a chair on his way over. he grabbed something sharp that he could break the camera with. he stood up on the chair and started to hit the camera lens with the sharp object, eventually cracking it. this is harder than i thought.. george thought.

he continued. he kept hitting the camera with the sharp object and it slowly started breaking apart. he kept going.

until he heard loud banging on the metal door to his room.

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should i keep putting how many words there are at the end of each chapter ?