George was pulled out, as he heard Schlatts yelling slowly fade as he walked away. The walls were all grey and stone, same with the floor. All the guards staring at him, and the deadly slience was making George feel so small.
He followed the masked man all the way to a door, before he was shoved inside. It was a empty room, the only thing in there was a place to lock George up, and.. dream. George shrunk down as much as he could, pressing himself against the wall, as far as he could to get away from the Mafia leader.
Dream stared at him, not moving an inch, but he did speak.
"How did you like it in there?"
George didn't reply. He just glared at Dream.
Dream tsked, and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, don't reply to me. I can turn you into something like them. I could turn you into a pig, like technoblade. Or a Demon, like bad. But I'll only do that if you are bad, got it?"
George still didn't reply. So dream just rolled his eyes, and sent George back.
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FanfictionThis fic is a enemy to lover's Dream not found, so if you don't like that, scroll and don't leave hate. I'll just delete it. {this is a Mafia au as well, just because I can.} Dream and George had a pretty bad falling out after a already bad enough f...
