alone. (dreamnotfound)

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slight tw- needle

george started freaking out, not knowing what to do. he broke the camera, now what? someone was banging on the door, but who? he wouldn't think that dream would but he doesn't know him that well, so it might be him.

george steps off the chair and grabs everything he used and threw it under his bed. he jumps in his bed, acting like he's asleep.  then someone walks in.

"quackity? why are you back so soon? and uh w-what's that in your hand?" george looks up and makes eye contact with him then looks at his hand.

"this won't take too long and it'll only hurt for a little bit." he walks closer to george, holding a needle up, grabbing george's arm.

"no, stop please! what is that?" george begs, taking his arm out of quackity's grasp.

"bosses work. sorry george." then all of a sudden, everything went dark.

tw over

quackity's pov

he called dream, telling him that he injected the medicine into george, making him pass out.

a few minutes later dream came walking into george's room, helping quackity pick him up.

"don't blush too much, dream. i can tell." quackity looked at dream with a smirk on his face. dream rolled his eyes.

"come on quackity, we have to take him there right now. we can't be late or else it won't work." dream said, picking george up bridal style. quackity followed him out the door and into the hallway leading outside to a van.

dream waves quackity over to put down pillows and blankets for george to lay on. they put george down on them after setting everything down. they walked towards the front of the van and got in the front seats, dream in the drivers seat and quackity in the passenger seat.

"so how long will it take to get there?" quackity asked dream, his gaze on the road.

"about thirty minutes, forty-five if the traffic is shit." dream said, looking in the rear view mirror to check on george.

"how long until the anesthesia wears off?" quackity said, turning his gaze to george in the back, who slightly moved.

"a few hours, so we should be fine." dream answered, looking back at the road.

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they arrived to their destination 36 minutes later. they had to get george inside before he woke up, but hopefully he won't wake up until a few hours after they moved him.

dream got out of the drivers seat and motioned quackity to follow him. quackity opened the van doors to where george was and dream picked him up, bridal style.. again.

"damn dude. just get married and you can carry him like that all the time." quackity laughed, closing the van doors after dream picked george up.

they walked through the door and into another room, but it's more modern and less scary looking. it had windows, but with bars. it had a small couch, with a small television facing it. there was a twin size bed in the corner with blue sheets and a matching comforter to go along with it. there was a small bathroom, well big enough to fit a shower, sink, and toilet in it.

dream layed george down on the bed and motioned for quackity to leave. and so he did.

"i hope you don't hear this george, but as soon as i saw you in my candle and candies store, i just couldn't let you leave me. i mean i know you were probably gonna come back but still. that's besides the point. i cant kill you because you're too perfect and i wanted you to be mine the second i saw you walk in my store. and yes, quackity calling me gay wasn't a joke. wanna know why? because i am gay, george. i don't think you are but it's ok. we can still be friends. and i'm sorry that i have to do all these things to you, but i have to do what i have to do." dream said, sitting on the edge of the bed george was laid in. but little did he know, george heard it all.

(also the part where i asked if anyone knew why dream put five cuts in george, one line is one letter of the word 'dream' and there's five letters in dream. he basically put them there to mark george, kinda like how an animal can mark its territory ya know? and dream wants george to be his without him really realizing it so he did that. make sense? probably not but i hope it helps :L)

back to george pov

dream didn't notice the light blush on george's face as he stood up and walked away.

woah- did dream really just confess to me? wait. what i'm even more confused about is that dream is.. clay? he's clay from that shop, but wait. how? what? when? i'm so confused. now that i know this information, maybe i should just act like i didn't just wake up from the anesthesia and listened to what he just told me and just act like how i was before.. but it'd be awkward. screw it.

george sat up after dream left his room and looked at his surroundings. interesting. why did they bring me here? it's almost like i'm living in luxury being here. george thought to himself as he stood up and got out of bed to look around.

he noticed there were no cameras so now he doesn't have to worry about being watched at night or being listened to when quackity comes in. wait. quackity. why would he give me the anesthesia though? why couldn't they just tell me we were going somewhere? george had so many questions that needed to be answered but they may never be answered.

he heard a knock on his door. hey at least it's not metal like the other one. but it still has lots of locks, probably so i cant escape. but i just wanna go home..

quackity walked in through the door.

"george? you're awake already? how long have you been awake man?" quackity looked at george, locking the door behind him.

"um i don't know. but why am i here and why did you have to give me the anesthesia? why couldn't you just tell me to get in the van and come here?" george sat back on his bed, waiting for answers from him.

"you'd have to ask dream those questions, not me. sorry dude. i'll go tell dream you're awake and then i'll bring your food." quackity replied.

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a/n heyyyyyyy sorry this one is slightly shorter- it's kind of a filler before actually getting into it. also u may cry at the end of this story depending if i make up my mind for this story :')
ALSO TY GUYS SM FOR 100 READS THATS INSANE-