Dream walked over and put the blade against George's throat.
Quackity scoffed as he watched for a moment and then walked away without making another sound.
George whimpers, "please, dream," quietly.
"I already told you not to worry," Dream takes the knife away from George's throat showing mercy. "If I wanted to kill you, I already would've." Dream began to walk out of the room.
"Pussy," George mumbled just loud enough for Dream to hear.
Dream hesitated for a moment when he heard George say that. He looked back at George for a short second. "Fuck off," he muttered softly.
"PUSSY!!" George repeated playfully as Dream walked out of the room.
A tall man with fluffy brown hair walks into the room. He is slender and has a friendly face. He is smiling.
"Hey... uh I'm Karl."
George didn't respond.
"Sorry... uh I just wanted to introduce myself since you were going to be here for a while," Karl continued. "Uh sorry about everything."
"KARL!!" Dream's voice echoed through the hallway.
"I uh... got to go. Dream is having a meeting. I'll see you around," The awkward boy walked out of the room.
TIME PASS
"Oh George," Dream cooed as he came walking down the hallway.
"What the FUCK do you want?" George asked demandingly.
Dream glared at George. "So I guess the princess doesn't doesn't want out of her castle."
"Can you please take the cuffs off of me?" George asked nicely.
"I don't know, can I?" Dream laughed.
George rolled his eyes.
"Enough with the attitude. You're only getting out of the cuffs because I'm introducing you to everyone."
Dream pulled the keys out of his pockets and took off the cuffs. George sat there hesitantly to sit up as he was grabbing his wrists since they were uncomfortable for so long.
"Come on," Dream demanded. "Now."
George stood up and started to follow dream to the door and then got a brilliant idea.
"No."
"What?" Dream turned around and asked confused.
"No. I said no."
Dream grunted. "Very funny. Come on."
"NO. Do you want me to spell it? N-o."
Dream started walking towards George slowly, filled with frustration, and George was getting kind of nervous.
"Why not?" Dream questioned.
"Because," George replied. "Because I said no."
Dream pinned George to the wall with his hands about his head. Dream's hands were big enough to pin both of George's hands to the wall. George was helpless at this point. Dream got close to George's face. George was breathing heavily because he was a bit startled.
"I'm sorry, I think you forgot who was in charge here," Dream said in a low, seductive voice.
George turned his head away in fear for what he has caused. Dream grabbed George's jaw and turned his head aggressively towards his face and their eyes met.
"You are going to follow me. Now. From this point on, you better start listening... otherwise their will be punishments."
George nodded his head in agreement.
"Good boy, Georgie," Dream praised as he let go of George.
Dream walked out of the room without looking back. George hesitated for a second and then followed shortly after.
Dream walked up to the table in the far corner and sat down at the end seat. The three other men he had seen earlier were already sitting at the table. George hesitantly sat down next to Karl at the end of the table where Dream was. Karl was smiling while the other men all were scowling.
Dream stood up. "I know you've already seen all of my men that are sitting here, but I am going to formally introduce you to all of them. This is Sapnap," Dream said pointing to the man in the first seat across from him. "He's my right-hand-man. He goes everywhere with me and he has a bit of anger issues, so it's best to not piss him off. He has been known for killing people we take hostage before."
George gulped.
"The guy you're next to is Karl. He's here because he's my friend. I mean, everyone here is technically my friend, but Karl is chill. He makes the best out of every situation." Dream pointed to the guy next to Sapnap. "That's Quackity. Despite his scary appearance, he is actually a comedic genius. He likes knives so there's not a time you'll see him without one. And then there's me. I usually make the plans. I am the person you go to when you have questions."
"Okay great... Can I leave now? The only person here that doesn't look like they want to kill me is Karl," George said.
"You just really want to go back to those handcuffs, don't you? Kinky bastard," Dream asked jokingly.
George laughed and then with a straight face said, "Of course I do."
Dream walked over and looked down at George with a grin on his face. "Be right back guys, I got to put this one back in his room."
Dream picked up George bridal style and took him downstairs. He set George down and then closed the door. George was skeptical.
"So you think you're funny don't you?" Dream rhetorically asked.
"Of course I do," George replied.
Dream walked past George and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here."
George walked over and put his hand on Dream's shoulder as he crawled on top of Dream.
"What are you doing?" Dream laughed.
George started moving his hips in a circular motion on his lap.
"George..."
"Shut up." George said.
George continued to move his hips as his lips got closer and closer to Dream's lips.
"George you-"
"I said shut up." repeated George.
Their foreheads connected and they both were looking down at each other's lips just waiting for one of them to break the tension. George gently move his lips closer and gave Dream a gentle kiss at first. Dream immediately flipped George over onto his bed so that he was on top. Their lips smacked together repeatedly and they breathed heavily in-between each kiss. This continued for a couple of seconds and then Dream stopped suddenly in realization.
"Wait... No," Dream pulled away.
"What?" George sat up.
"You just want me to let you go."
George didn't reply.
"Fuck you man for trying. I'm not letting you go."
"Dream... I-"
"No man! It hasn't even been a day anyways. There's no way you even have an interest in me to even be a friend. Fuck you," Dream opened the door and slammed it in a huff leaving.
"DREAM!!"
It was getting late. George didn't even know what to do now because that was an attempt to be let go and Dream knew. He hoped he didn't piss of Dream too much considering he could potentially kill him. George rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and then crawled under the covers of his bed to go to sleep while the words, "I'm not letting you go," rang through his head.
