Imprisonment (DNF)

Definitely not a new beginning.

A/N remember to vote if you enjoy :)

"DREAM!" George cried out in terror as he stared at the broken, battered body before him.

It laid on its side, blood spilling out of its stomach. It's face was puffy, it's eyes barely visible due to the skins swelling. It clothes torn and coated in fresh blood. It lay coughing and spluttering as it writhed in pain, holding the open wounds that littered its stomach.

It was unrecognisable.

George only knew because this place was home for one person and one person only.

Dream.

George ran over to the body and stared down at it with utter sympathy and heartbreak. Truely. His heart ached for the pile of blood and swollen tissue before him. He wanted to throw up at the sight.

He cupped dreams face in his hands and rested his head down on his lap.

George smiled sadly, stroking The blondes hair as he laid almost lifeless.

A few stray tears escaped and fell down onto the battered boy. Dream whimpered quietly, tear stains on his collar.

"Hey..." George almost whispered, his voice shaking.
"It'll be ok. You'll be fine." His soothing voice reassured the broken man. Dream forced a small smile to his face as he looked up to the Brit.

He stuttered. He could barely talk. He tried but it was painful.

So so very painful.

"T- th- h- a-ank" his voice shook. He couldnt get his words out.

"Shhh" George soothed as his fingers twirled through the blood ridden knotted hair.

"I know. It's ok." George was being torn apart by the sight of this dying man.

It broke his heart.
God he loved him so fucking much.

He could never do it.
He could never kill Dream.

All he could do right now was pray that he survived this horrible beating.

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Suddenly, and it all happened so fast, but it happened.

The sound of loud explosions filled the air. Both the boys flinched at the horrible sounds that burnt a fire in their ears.

Or maybe that burning sensation was from the heat of the...

Fire...?

The ground shook, as a small piece of the back wall broke out, and a bright light spilled into the room through the small hole.

Evil laughs and cackles could be heard as the sounds grew louder and more extreme.

George carefully pulled himself out from under dream and ran over to the broken wall. The window couldn't have been more than... 4 squared inches.

He peered through.

He froze. A pit in his stomach formed as his heart dropped.

"I- D- DREAM!" He snapped his head back at the puffy swollen mess.
"YOU REVIVED THEM!" He stomped over to the body and stood over him.
"THEY'RE DESTROYING EVERYTHING!"

Dream looked up at the boy with utter regret and dread. He tried to crawl over to the "window" but he simply couldn't.

George shook his head in disbelief.

He sighed, at a loss of words.

Dream stammered as he tried so desperately to form some of his own.
"I- we... we could've ru-run a-away."
His words were almost unintelligible but George could understand. His angry expression softened.

"Keep talking." His words were blunt, almost seeming like a threat.

"T-they would..." he coughed up a small puddle of brown blood. Then tried to continue.
"Get m-me ou-outta... here and-"

George eyes glazed over. They were glassy and ready to spill. His voice shook weakly as he interrupted the blonde almost in a whisper, finishing Dreams sentence for him.
"And we could have run away together."

Dream forced a small smile still writhing in pain.

A single tear. A single tear escaped as George stomped back to see the view.

The horrific chaotic view.

Fire. So much of it. It littered the prime path and nearby trees as ash and Debris flew through the air.
A tall horned goat man ran through the streets, flint and steel in hand. He cackled.

The evil sound sent shivers down Georges spine. He watched schlatt chug the rest of a whiskey bottle before throwing it aside, letting it shatter, and continuing on his path of destruction. He stumbled drunkenly almost falling over.

Wilbur stood a couple metres away from the goat man, staring at the blazed chaos in awe. In pride.

George had never seen him happier.
His eye caught sight of a small button next to beanie wearing Brit.

TNT... he thought almost in amusement.
It's like history repeating itself with that guy.

Wilbur's gob smacked facial expression turned to a wide smile. He laughed.
"I haven't done this for a looong time!"

Schlatt was long gone on his path of arson now.

"Feels good to be back!"

Georges heart broke.

God.

That was his home. Those were his loved ones rushing out of their homes in a panic to escape the blazing chaos.

He watched. His vision blurred.

Some bodies collapsed, as screams filled the air. George couldn't recognise who they belonged to though.

And Dream noticed Georges heartbreak.

So he started screaming. Painfully and agonisingly, he started screaming.

"S-s...SAM!! WILBUR!! STOPP I-IT!"

George was frozen in place. The unbearably horrific sounds turned to high pitched ringing in his ears.

"SCHLATT! SAM! WILBUR! FUCKING STOP!"

Wilbur turned to the drunk man that now stood next to him, proudly.
"Do you hear something?" His voice was sarcastic and condescending.

Schlatt turned to the prison locking eyes with George through the small peep hole as he took a swig of a new bottle he'd found somewhere.
"Nope." He replied with an evil smirk.