alone. (dreamnotfound)

10

george was shaken awake to see a familiar brunette he met just a few hours ago. he slowly sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room. he doesn't remember what happened last night exactly, but he does remember meeting that brunette.

his eyes met with the doorknob that slowly turned open. he was rushed to feet his by tubbo, who was trying to hide him behind his bed.

he got up and speed walked over to behind the bed where he would crouch down and hide himself from anyone who walked through that door.

to his surprise, he heard a familiar voice. it was quackity. and he was asking about if tubbo knew where he was.

"am i able to trust you, quackity?" tubbo replied to him, arms behind his back, looking nervous.

"yes, why?" he answered the small brunette while shutting the door behind him.

"well george said you accidentally left his door unlocked, and he left his room and found mine." tubbo explained, quackitys eyes went wide when hearing that.

"so where is he now?"

"george, it's ok. you can come out now, we have to talk to quackity about the plan anyways." tubbo called for george.

george stood up, fixed his hair a little bit since it was messy, and walked out from behind the bed. george gave quackity a small smile indicating a simple 'hello' and quackity returned it.

"so what plan are you talking about?" quackity asked as he turned towards tubbo's direction.

"well, when george came in here he said that there's a vent that we can fit through in his room. he said that you told him it leads into the woods?" tubbo replied to his question.

"yea, that's true. so when are we planning on escaping this hell hole?" quackity interrogated.

"i was thinking maybe tonight? after dream falls asleep?" george responded.

"i don't even think that man sleeps, george." tubbo let out a little giggle after butting into the conversation again.

"yea that's actually very true, one night i found him in the basement smoking weed and i don't think he fell asleep after that." quackity uttered out.

"wait what? he smokes weed?"

"calm down, george. he said he only does it every once in awhile to take his mind off of shit that's bothering him." quackity said, putting his hands up like he's calming a wild animal down.

"oh ok. let's stop bullshitting around and come up with a plan on how we're going to escape." george implied, looking at the two in front of him.

so they talked about what the plan was for the next 20-25 minutes. quackity took george back to his room so when dream walked in there, he wouldn't act suspicious of the two.

it was a wednesday, so dream was at the store. it gave the two enough time to get back to george's room before dream got back from the store.

quackity pov

he walked out of george's room, telling him goodbye and locked the door behind him. he checked his phone to see several missed calls and messages from wilbur, his boss.

"shit shit shit. i was too busy coming up with a plan to escape this hell hole and not paying attention to my phone." quackity says to himself as he walks down the hall away from george's room and into his own.

he reads the messages wilbur sent him. they were all threats that if he didn't kill dream by whenever, he'd be killed by wilbur.

imessage
wilbur (boss)
quackity if you don't answer your god damn phone right now i'm going to come find you and kill you.