Inferno // dreamnotfound

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TW: mention of sexual assault.

Dream put down his phone to his boss glaring at him. He put his hands up in surrender and put it away. He was still trying to catch his breath from the surge of panic he just experienced when his phone started buzzing.

It was Wilbur.

Shit.

Whenever Wilbur contacted him, he never expected good but he would have to take it anyways. His boss had stopped looking so he darted towards the doors to outside.

"Yes, Wil," Dream tried to smile through the words though the guilt of the previous night was still hanging onto him.
"You need to come to us right now. Get rid of your SIM card immediately and meet us pronto," Wilbur commanded, oddly calm. "You should probably smash up your phone a bit as well just to be safe."
"What do you mean get rid of my- has something happened?" Dream queried.

Wilbur had already cut off. Dream stared dumbfounded at his phone before grumbling as he wrestled the compartment open and slipped the card out.

Dream went back to his desk and started using scissors to cut up the card.
As much as it pained him to, he 'accidentally' dropped his phone into the sink of soapy water. He had no idea what was happening, though he assumed the police or someone had something to do with his phone. Dream wasn't worried though, they usually got out of things like this quite easily, he didn't know how, but they did.

He had to lie and pretend he was sick so he could leave, which he was pretty good at this point. Honestly, it was only a half-lie. Dream suddenly had a list of things he was worried about and this unknown issue was slowly creeping it's way up. His face had been paling all day, with a small return of colour while on the phone to a certain someone.

Dream sprinted to his car, once out of eyesight. It revved and he drove, still carefully, but always at the maximum speed he could.

Once he arrived, the chill of fear he usually got came and went and he made his way to the door. Sapnap opened it before he even had a chance to knock. He was not smiling.

"Hey, man, I haven't seen you in a while," Dream chirped, which made Sapnap grin weakly.

"I don't know why you're so happy. You're in some serious shit," he replied.

"Oh, well I get to see you so I can be a little bit happier about my near-execution," Dream joked. Sapnap chuckled and gestured for Dream to enter.

They made their way through the hallways and downstairs to a crowd of frowning Keepers, Wilbur and some other of the higher ranking hitmen. They all looked up from their conversation when Dream entered.

"Dream! You sloppy piece of shit!" Wilbur yelled. There it was. Dream knew it had to have been something he did on the previous night's Task.

"Wha-what did I do?" Dream stammered but still sounded calm. He wasn't.

"More like what didn't you do. So, you know the tracker you snuck by me," Dream's heart sank. He didn't take it off the car when he left. He covered his mouth with his hand, wide-eyed. "Look at that, he's figured it out," Wilbur snarled.

"Shit, sorry. How did you find out?" he said slowly.

"I have a guy in the Met who saw that the police have taken it as evidence."

"Wait, you have 'guys' in the Met?"

"Yes, how do think we are still here after all these years?"

"I just thought we were really good..."

"We are, that's why we have people in the police." Wilbur paused. "Except you at this moment."

"Look, I only handled it with gloves, they are not about to figure out anything from the coding. I encrypted that shit so well, a bunch of policemen aren't about to find our location. All it tells them is it was a murder, which they were probably already investigating since the guy mysteriously died in his sleep and the autopsy probably showed the haemorrhage and purple spots in his eyes." Dream took a breath. "This is not even a big deal!"

The others just looked dumbfounded. "Dream. We know this. This is not about the bloody tracker. We actually have it right here, no thanks to you. This is about your inability to complete Tasks to a high standard. What if you leave a witness, or your entire phone next time?" Wilbur shot back, a deep frown on his face. Now it Dream's turn to be still but it felt like a wave had just smashed into him. A wave of whatever emotion he was feeling, he couldn't place it. Familiarity, maybe.

"As of now, you're not doing any more Tasks for a month, and you're going to be coming in every day for training, no questions asked." Wilbur put it simply.

"What do you mean? It was one tracker! And I have a job." And George.

"Do not raise your voice in here! I said come in every day, I meant when you aren't at work, dipshit!" Wilbur bellowed.

"But-"

"Have you forgotten your place? Or do you need me to call Connor back here?" Wilbur growled, knowing exactly what he just said, but had no remorse.

Dream was stunned. His heart sank to the floor as the name kept ringing in his ears. He felt sick as if dragons were flying in his stomach and burning his insides. He could feel the tears begin to well but he blinked furiously to try and keep them at bay, as he was sent back many years.

"Y-you, you knew?" Dream could barely utter the words. "And you didn't do- you didn't do anything?" Dream took the silence as a yes although Sapnap and the Keepers seemed confused. Despite this, Sapnap reached up to pat Dream's shoulder in comfort. He knew all too well how cruel Inferno could be with their words. Dream flinched away, almost shocked at himself that he reacted that way.

"Fuck you." Dream murmured, pointing a finger at Wilbur and turning to leave.

When Dream reached his car, he drove not too far, pulled over and fell apart. He wept into the wheel, once again feeling the hands snaking around him. Stop, stop. No. This isn't you. Pull yourself together, you're a man, deal with it!

He sat back in his chair, covering his face with his hands, hearing his younger self begging to stop, but was trapped without a choice. Shaking, Dream couldn't escape the feeling of his skin crawling with discomfort. His mind shifted to George, how he would understand and try and help.

No. He doesn't need to be burdened with your shit. He has enough to deal with! How dare you selfishly think you should use him. Man up! This happened years ago!

He couldn't even text him now, and he wouldn't be home for a few hours now. Dream felt helpless to the reigns of his past and drove slowly away, back home. He had nothing to do to stop his mind from spiralling again, nothing to plan, no one to talk to, no work he could be doing, regardless of how little brain power that took.

So instead, he sat on his bed, wrapped in a duvet, staring at the same spot for hours just thinking.

(1212 words, and we go deeper, also if anyone didn't know the Met is as in the Metropolitan Police which is London's police force. P.s. Sorry that I have morphed Wilbur's character into such a prick, that's just where the story is going xD)

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