The Boy at The Park

Part 14.'You shouldnt be here'<part 2>

TW: knifes

He drew a deep breath and crawled into the small gap. Once he stood back up and dusted himself off, he could take a closer look at the area.

What he expected to be only a few trees, turned out to be a forest that stretched as far as he could see. It felt like he had just stepped into a completely different universe. The normal, mundane sounds of London just stopped at an instant and it fell silent.

The air was stuffy and eerie, not like in the 'outside world', and there lay a gentle blanket of mist at the tree's feet camouflaging the ground beneath it. It was impossible to tell if you were about to step on a twig, slippery rock, or even a snake.

If this wasn't the worst part, whenever George took a step forward it sounded like something or someone else also moved. It might of just been his steps echoing against the trees but it seemed to get closer. George argued to himself that he was just making sounds up and it was because he was scared shitless.

And that was true, he was scared shitless but never the less he was determined.

However the further he walked through the forest, the louder the 'copying' got. Was someone really mimicking him? No doubt it sounded like someone was walking step in step with him, apart from the fact that there was no one there... atleast not that George could see.

This carried on for a long while until he got to a small clearing and it stopped. It fell completely silent again and George wasn't sure at this point if he preferred the silence, or the sound of someone there with him. Both terrified him.

Then something interrupted his thoughts, he heard a loud twig snap right behind him. In that moment his body couldn't move. His thoughts were panicking, but all his muscles were frozen. It wasn't long, only a few seconds, until he felt a cold, sharp metal scrape against his neck. Instinctively George lifted his chin up to give him space between the sharp object and tried to take a step back. Unfortunately that didn't work as he bumped into something, or worse, someone almost straight away.

It was definitely someone, it wasn't a tree because it was warm and soft. Almost immediately, his other hand wrapped around George to keep him in place in case he would try to run. But George was too scared to even budge. The tall figure pushed the blade a little bit further forcing George to let out a soft whimper and move his head back as quickly as possible and as far as it went, where it landed on the armed man's shoulder. His eyes squeezed shut and tears started to form. He couldn't bare to look him in the face, but George knew that the other was staring right at him as he was met with a warm breathe of air to the cheek. The taller was literally millimetres away from his face as a unfamiliar voice broke the silence.

"You shouldn't be here." Was all that he said in a breathy, low voice against the side of his face sending chills.

It was sort of a whisper, but not... it was appealing, but it shouldn't of been. He could also hear the smirk in his words which scared him even more.

Realisation hit him as the unsettling thing was the fact that it wasn't Dream's voice. It was a lot deeper and monotone. But it didn't make sense, George was sure that it was Dream who he was following earlier, so what happened. Was it a trap?

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Cliff hanger pog?