Would you like to die here, George?

Chapter 16: Wilbur?

TW: Gun use, violence, blood mention, suicide, panic attack (i'm not sure if that is a trigger)

"Wilbur?"

"Surprise." Wilbur replied, smiling menacingly as he watched the two puzzled, clueless boys below him.

Dream and George looked between each other, not knowing what to say or do.

"Sap?" Dream called out, peeking his head slightly through the door as Wilbur closed the gap.

"Don't bother, he's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"You heard me."

Dreams breath hitched, surely he didn't mean he was dead.

"Gone?" Dream managed to spit out as Wilbur grabbed George by his shirt.

"Gone. Dead. Not that hard to understand Dreamy Boy."

George struggled hopelessly as Wilbur brought him to his feet.

"Let's go." Wilbur demanded, kneeing George in the back.

"Go? No, I'm not going anywhere without Dream." George snapped back, resisting as his arms were pulled behind his back, almost as if he was getting arrested.

"Do you wanna die?"

Wilbur threatened, holding a gun to George's head as George's lip quivered and his eyes full with water.

"Will." George said quietly, almost a whisper. "This isn't you. I know Mr.Soot, what's gotten into you?"

"Move it." Wilbur replied back hesitantly. "Please."

The please was faint, George had hardly heard it himself. This wasn't the Wilbur he knew, this wasn't the Wilbur anybody knew.

"Will please."

"George. Please, I don't want to hurt you but you're giving me no choice."

George shut his eyes tight.

"No, I'm sorry."

Wilbur sighed, his hands tightened around the brunettes thin wrists and he pulled out a gun and aimed it to George's temple.

"George, go please." Dream begged, finally letting the tears escape his eyes. "I'll be okay. I love you."

George shuffled out the door with Wilbur, the loud slamming following behind them.

"No, no, no. Fuck." Dream sobbed, slamming his hand against the desk next to him. "This is all my fault."

Dream sobbed into his arms, he was lost for words. Once he lifted his head, his eyes wandered around the room, readjusting to the room light. His eyes stopped as he spotted something on the floor. Dream shuffled forwards weakly, his hand touching the object he saw and bringing it to his face, examining it before his brain clicked.

"The key!"

Dream rushed to the door, his hands shaky as he slid the key in the keyhole and jiggled it around before it finally clicked open. Opening the door followed with a creek, his head peaked out as his eyes adjusted,once again, to the even brighter light outside of his dark room. Nobody was around so he shuffled forward, fully exiting the room.

"Now what" He thought, looking around hopelessly. There was no chance he was leaving without George, he isn't dead.. right?

Dream started moving around, unaware of where to go or look. He frantically ran down corridors, locked doors in most corridors.