The Butterfly Effect//DreamNotFound AU

Excursion

Tw- Minor Sexual Assault (not too severe)

The room was pitch black. I couldn't see anything but my hands when they were right in front of my face.

That changed though when a light appeared somewhere in this mass of darkness.

That light then turned into a tall figure; they had a pretty refined body, fluffy hair, and a translucent mask attempting to cover their face, a simple black smile fully opaque on top.

The figure neared me, getting around a foot away from me before staring right into my eyes, I felt my face gain a sudden tinge of red, I decided to cover my face with my hands in attempt to hide my embarrassment from this figure.

They were perfect, this mysterious person. Well, seemed perfect. They're green eyes, dirty blonde hair, large hands gripping onto my wrist and taking my hands into they're own.

I soon found myself staring into the person's eyes, feeling a sense of safety and welcoming in their presence.

"What are you doing here Dream?"

I didn't say that. I didn't make myself say that at least.

So. The perfect person was Dream.

He just stared back at mr, studying my facial features and slowly bringing my body closer to him, only by an inch, yet it still made me blush at the action.

Clay tilted his head in my direction, a look of knowing plastered to his face.

"I don't know, you're the one thinking about me, ask yourself." He stated plainly, he clearly knew the reason he was here, that was evident in his tone of voice as he stared at me again, his dirty blonde, perfect hair scattered neatly over the mask.

I thought about it as he looked at Clay, who turned into another familiar figure, way too soon in my opinion.

I already missed the calming, kind aura of my friend, as it was replaced with a more unwelcoming and deceiving one.

The new person closed the once comfortable distance between us, I lost full control of my body as I stared at this man, he glared back with a smirk on his face.

The man traced his hands down my arms, causing me to shiver at the unwanted touch.

He slid his hands down my arms and onto my hips, closing our distance even more than before.

I couldn't do anything though, completely still; practically paralysed.

"Why did you leave me Georgie." It was an affirmative statement, causing me to shiver again.

"You're not real, you're not real, you're not real." I repeated in a hushed tone to myself, trying to ignore the hands that were practically massaging my lower torso.

"Come back to me baby," the man whined, making me feel almost guilty, "or will we have problems when I next see you?"

All the guilt that was once felt evaporated at those last words.

He's not here, he's not here, he's not here.

You'll be fine.

Before I could retaliate, the man pulled me into a harsh kiss, not stopped at my complaints of agony and unrequested motion.

I tried to back away, I tried to break the touch, but the man's hands made their way below my waist, harshly holding me in place, leaving me stuck.

I shot up, frantically looking around as sweat dripped down my forehead and onto the sheets below me.

Why did he show up, he hadn't shown up for at least a month.