Street lights (DNF)

Masked (CH.2)

George blinked his eyes open, looking around rapidly trying to catch on to where he last was. He was in a grey bunker with many shelves and a concrete floor, it was pretty spacious. Cobwebs lay across the ceiling and dust layered the floor. Looking down George saw he was lying on a thin mattress with a fuzzy sheep blanket although it was pretty dirty and smelt quite fragrantly of death. There was another mattress besides him. George was confused, what had happened?? Where was he? But he has a suspicion he wasn't alone. His eyes scanned across the room and he spotted a small door about the size of himself. Curiously he stood up and approached the door. The concrete was cold and dust stuck to his feet, his shoes were neatly next to the door on the left hand side. Just as he was about to reach out for the metal door knob the door swung open knocking him backwards onto the cool concrete.

George let out a surprised Yelp as he saw the same masked figure, in black trousers and a black hoodie. He jumped up in defence at the strange masked person who had entered the room but had also seemed to... save him? The person lifted his hands up making George jump and he swiftly pulled down his hood revealing wavy dirty blond hair. George seemed to settle down slightly, his shoulders released from being tense and he stood awkwardly off to the side of the room. "Oh... your awake" the man spoke relived. George was confused, he was still suspicious. He looked closely at the mask, a smile mask, it was quite dirty and burnt around half the edge. It was fastened to the man with a black strap and the smile was wide and rugged across the mask.

"Uh.. yes. I am" he eyed the mask uncomfortably, it had an eerie feel to it and it was darn right suspicious to George. "You look starving" his head tilted down to look at George's stomach his mask moving with it, he wasn't wrong his ribs were showing and he hadn't eaten in a good week and a half. George nodded slowly still keeping an eye on the faceless man. "Come have some food," his mask looked up again, towards the open door and back to George. He spun around and walked out the door. George hesitated suspicious of who this person could be. And why he would save him.. but he eventually walked after.

George followed the man past a long hall with 3-4 doors. The floor was stone tiles that we're rough on his feet and scraped him as he walked. He stopped as the man opened a door and walked inside, the door closed behind him. George stopped, sniffed the air and smiled. 𝐄𝐠𝐠𝐬. He quickened his pace across the stone tiles and entered through the door. As he pushed it open it gave a loud creek on the hinges. The masked man seemed to be cooking fried eggs on a large pan, to be exact four eggs and some avocado on toast. George scanned the room. There was a hand crafted wooden table and chairs with a shiny glaze, multiple draws in which George didn't quite know what was in them a stove, a washing machine and the same walls ceiling and concrete floor as the previous room. Except this room appeared to be less dusty and more clean.

"Go take a seat." the man turned to George, his hand on his hip and holding one cheap plastic plate with two eggs and two pieces of toast on it. George slowly sat down on the chair and tilted backwards as the man picked up the other plate and approached George. The mask could haunt his dreams as it seemed.. he placed the plates down with a small thud, George waited a second looking at him before stuffing his face with the food. The man sat next to George and looked at him with the two small dots for eyes. "What do I call you?" He asked in a friendly voice. He could tell under that mask he was smiling. George looked up from the food. "Umm.. George- my name is George" he paused taking a second to stare at the strange mask once again as dream lifted it slightly to eat a bite of egg and swallow. 𝐈𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.. "what's your name?" He asked with curiosity edging his tone. "You can call me Dream"

Dream took Georges and his empty plates to the sink and put them in the sink. The Faucet was dripping in a pattern. "It's quite late George we really should get some sleep. Dream crosses his arms and tapped one of his fingers on his sleeve. "I'll have to sleep beside you though..." Dream shrugged, his voice slightly bothered but he seemed at ease. Dream walked back to the bedroom his crusty shoes making tapping sounds across the cold stone as he walked. George watched him go then quickly stood and trotted after him.

Dream was already lying on the second mattress covered in a blanket. and George walked over him onto the second mattress and curled up in the sheep skin. Thoughts rushed through his mind as he found he couldn't sleep. Why was Dreams face masked? Where was this place? And why was he saved by the man known as Dream?.. but he found he soon drifted to sleep.