When Dreams Turn into Nightmares [DREAMNOTFOUND ANGST]

Chapter 19

Georges pov

I feel like he's hiding something from me. Well yeah, everyone has their secrets. Some that are simple and easy, such as a crush. And others that they don't tell because they don't want to remember.

No one likes looking back on bad memories, but sometimes, those bad memories are important, some even making up your whole future. I don't know why I'm thinking about this, but what else is there to do, right?

Dream is- strange. I know everyone has one, but he doesn't seem like he has his own story, so that means he's hiding it. I wouldn't have put this much thought into it if I didn't hear the parts of his dream. I could tell he remembered it fully from his reaction, but still only told me one part. How do I know? Because of what he was saying, sleep talking.

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"Wait- wait wait wait- no- NO- HOW? HOW AM I HERE? WHEN DID I GET BACK?!" I barely hear the yell while making food, what is he talking about?

"Dream?" I call out, no response. I speed up my cooking, trying to get to washing my hands quick.

"No no no, you are NOT in control of me. Not anymore."

"Dream-" silence. "Dream?!" This made me beyond worried, as swiftly as I could, I dryed my hands, starting to run to the room. I then hear my name, but it's said in agony. As if I- died.

As I get up to the door, my ears fill with heavy breathing and whispers. "Are you okay?! Dream???" I open the door, looking over at the shaking man. He slowly looks up to meet with me eyes.

"George-" he then springs out of bed and gives me a big hug.

"Woah," I giggles. "I just made you some breakfast." He doesn't let go.

"G-George- please never go." His head baries into my shoulder.

"I just made breakfast silly, just in the kitchen." He steps back, letting me see the redness in his eyes, and damp face. I reach forward, wiping every last drop off with a smile. "What happened? You were sound asleep when I got up to make you something to eat. I came back in here because I heard you yelling." He looks away.

"Well I-" I take Dreams chin, facing his vision back twords me.

"Come on, you can talk to me." He pauses, thinking about something.

"I- I just had a really bad dream- um-" He stops for longer than expected, staring off in his own thoughts.

"Dream?" I break the silence.

"Oh- yeah?"

"You were spacing out... Also could I ask what happened?"

"I- lost you." Dreams head drops, I rap my arms around his torso.

"Well I'm here, I'm with you. It's okay, I won't leave, I mean this is my house isn't it?"

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In that moment I knew there was something he was keeping from me. The look in his eyes, the way I could just tell he held back, that stare. I know that look from anywhere, ever since I was little I remember seeing it, but never knew for sure considering how long it lasted.

Like my dad for instance, he's always seemed 'suspicious' though he hasn't said anything wrong or did anything. Only thing I really remember about him at this point is his small visits every once in a while. Whenever he did, it was just to normal, he always said how busy work was and such.

I feel like the only time I can really think is at night, late at night. Wait for him to fall asleep, then try to just figure out what. I mean he's definitely smarter than me, he showed that off in the manhunt plugin. But those eyes- they always make me take back anything I say. I mean, I know he's not bad, not gonna hurt me, but my curiosity is eating me alive.

Now, what could've he been dreaming about? What sick thing could make a man act like that. Unless it was a sick thing. He said something about how he was back, back to something bad. There, as in he's been there before. What possible place could cause that- my death-

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I wake up, I didn't even notice I fell asleep, but I know what I was thinking last night was real. Heck, even if it was a dream it didn't matter. What mattered is that I tried to find a solution.

"Good morning George," I glance over to see Dream stretching, "sleep good?" I nod my head, he yawns. I think about if I should just- ask him. Only good could happen if I do, so nothing to worry about.

"So-"

"Wait, who's that?" He points to an old photo of my dad, from when he was young.

"Oh, just my dad, but I have a question."

"Y'know sometimes-"

"Dream, this is kinda serious-" I lock eyes with him. He lays back, listening. "Can you please just tell me what you're hiding? I kn-"

"I'm not-"

"I know you are! You don't need to give me details or anything, I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I am okay..." He looks down, then tries to smile back at me again.

"You see, you say that, but then have another tramatic nightmare about something big happening in your world. Please, just say something..." Dream sighs, I know his thinking face, and that's definitely it. "You don't have to lie, I wouldn't want you living lies. I care about you, you don't deserve that." His gaze lowers as I hear a deep breath.

"Can we please talk about this later? Like after dinner, it's to early for this, and I need to think of the right words." I sigh, agreeing with a smile. What was I thinking trying to push this on him the second we wake up?

Throughout the day, I notice myself constantly looking out the window, watching the time pass by, eager to find out what's going on.

"Well, I guess I have to tell you eventually..." I perk up at the words, he's- about to actually tell me. Whatever I'm about to hear, could effect everything, our whole relationship, who knows. At least I'm going to find out. "I worked for-

them."

I fall a bit back. Haha, he's kidding, right? Them? THEM? As in- the tale? Legend? I wasn't for sure at all if they were real, I mean people were taken for no reasons years back- but that could've been anything else. Them. As in the ones that murdered people? Destroyed familys? That killed my sister- killed my friends?! They were real? He worked for- that?!

"N-no-" I stand up, talking steps back in horror. "No you didn't- y-you have to be kidding-" Dream then stands, walking to me.

"George- please let me explain-"

"Why- why would you do this? How did you even know? Where did this all start-" I hold my mouth with my hands, shaking my head in disbelief.

"George... Please- I was forc-"

"I trusted you." I strictly said my final words, running out of the room. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I think more and more about how many people are gone. My mom, my sister, old friends- Sapnap... I listen to the background sounds of Dream calling my name, the main ground being my own sobs.

Once I reach my couch, I sit down for a while, sobs soon turning into laughs as Dream enters the room.

"Geor-"

"I kinda don't want you in my house." I laugh, looking up at him with a smile.

"George, ple-"

"I don't even want to hear it-"

"You said we'll stay here together no matter what!"

"Haha, no, YOU said that. Not me. And even if I did, then it was because I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD BE THE REASON FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE DYING."

"I-"

"Get the fuck out of my house." I point to the door. Dream looks to the ground, shaking his head as he slowly made his way over. As he opens it, he says what I hope is the last thing I ever hear from him.

"I never wanted to."

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