Hey Georgie~

chapter 8

"his? What does he mean by his?" George wondered staring into Dreams eyes. "Wait.....does it mean what i think it does...?" George realized that he will probably be here for long...most likely for ever. His eyes widened while he stared at Dream and wondered what would happen to him here. After a few seconds of staring he remembered about Bad. "Wait...did they take Darryl too, or did they just leave him there?" George thought remembering about the other guy who was there with Dream. "I-is Darryl here too?" George asked stuttering a little.

"Darryl? Yeah we took him here too, but don't worry, he's alright~" Said Dream lifting up George's head with his finger.

"W-what do you mean, where is he?" Asked George. He started getting concerned, because if Dream really only left George alive because he liked him means that they could do anything to Bad.

"I said dont worry, he's with Skeppy." Dream said a little more harshly. He stood up and started heading to the door. He actually didn't really know what to do with George, especially with the fact that he and Bad were detective's that meant that they would be announced missing fast. But whenever he wanted he could kill George or just sell him to any other mafia group.

George stared at him while he was going to the door. George was really hungry, he didn't eat in how long? He didn't even know how long he was unconscious. Also the handcuffs were making him uncomfortable, he wouldn't even be able to lay down normally. "W-wait." He said really quietly. Dream turned around, "yeah?" He asked. "Can you at least uncuff me?" George asked two times quieter. "No, sorry not taking any risks, but maybe if you'll be a good boy." Dream said while walking out of the room and locking it. George gave an annoyed look and started making himself comfortable on the bed. He didn't know what time it was because Dream clearly took his phone away, but he still knew that it was probably really late in the night. He couldn't sleep, he just layed and stared at the ceiling. He wondered about what would happen next, will he even let him out of this room? Give him normal food? Will he be able to get out of these handcuffs, because his hand clearly hurt. He suddenly felt a tear fall out of his eye, he was feeling horrible. He just wanted to believe that this was all just a dream and that he's going to wake up in his apartment the next day. But sadly this was all true, and he just needed to hope that someday he'll get out. He soon fell asleep with the tear still lying on his face.

It was already the morning, George woke up looking around and remembering that he's still in Dreams room. He got disappointed and wanted to cry once again but he heard someone opening the door. It was Dream, he had a plate with what looked like pancakes. He came to George's bed and sat on it, the bed was still perfectly made because George wasn't really in the state of laying under the bedsheets because of the handcuffs. "I brought you some pancakes." Dream said with his deep morning voice. George shivered to the voice, "thanks." He said while taking the plate. Dream reached to the handcuffs and uncuffed George from the bed. "You can go clean yourself up after breakfast." Dream said. George just looked at him and nodded starting to eat his pancakes. Dream silently stood up and left the room leaving George all by himself.

After George finished eating he put down the plate on to the office table that was in the room. He started heading to the bathroom that was connected to the room, he opened the door and walked in. He looked around seeing that there were towels and spare clothes left for him. He took off the clothes that he had on, and walked into the shower. For a few minutes he was just staring up while warm water was dripping down on him. Not until he started hearing someone come in.

"Hey Georgie."