His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 12

The faint sound of a ticking clock made him go crazy, wanting to bang his fist through a wall even though he knew he didn't have the strength to do so. He tapped his fingers on his knee at the same rate of him breathing in and out while staring down at them intensely.

After Dream, the scary and quaint weirdo, had left aggressively, he and Sapnap had sat on two chairs across from each other, a table placed between them as some sort of border. Karl would've expected himself to faint from being in this inescapable dark house, inhabited by two killing psycho's, but he felt rather calm. He had no idea when it came about, but everything in the room had a soothing effect on him.

Okay. Maybe not the clock.

But apart from that, it was entirely silent. He wasn't even sure if he could hear his own breathing and from the brunet on the other side of the table he didn't even know if he even was.

Cold food was still watching him from the plate. It had been standing there for a good thirty minutes now, untouched. Sapnap had made it for him, and even though the perfectly cooked steak and mashed potatoes looked extraordinarily delicious, he wasn't planning on eating something he got served by a murderer. That was, next to his enemy; the clock, his second concern: what was he still doing here when he could be killed any second from now? He had learned George wasn't even in this bunker-looking mansion, he should be outside searching for him. But deep inside him, a voice told him Dream had done exactly that and it was very doubtful what would emerge out there. Especially since he didn't recognize this place and its surroundings at all, he would have no clue on where to run or hide if needed.

'Why haven't you killed me?' Karl was surprised to hear his own voice and without thinking his hand flew to his own mound. He hadn't meant for that to slip out so randomly. The bandana-wearing male, on the other hand, choked on his own saliva from a sudden laugh outburst, holding onto his stomach. He began to hiccup from laughing as Karl glanced at him concerned.

'You really believed, hic, I was going to, hic, kill you?' He managed to say through his laughs. The boy just sat there with confusion, taking in the bizarre reaction.

'I mean,' he coughed nervously, 'isn't that what Dream said earlier?'

Sapnap waved his hands to bring some fresh air to his face, leaning back into his creaky chair.

'Dream says shit if he's angry,' his face altering directly, 'or when he's not angry, I suppose.' The boy stretched his back and arms, balancing his chair on two legs dangerously.

Karl remained silent, not because that's what he wanted, but because he wasn't able to pick the right words in his mental dictionary. It was extremely odd, the way he didn't sense any panic or frustration in his stomach. Normally if there was even the tiniest thing to worry about, he freaked out. But now, he had faith in his friend returning, it didn't even bother him he left him to that dirty-blond creep, whatever his issue was. He seemed to care about his friend's safety, even though that was remarkably unimaginable for him.

He remembered that one day when he and his mom-

His mother.

Oh crap.

He hadn't told her he'd be gone from home for so long, and she absolutely hated no communication with her son.

He quickly glanced at the frustrating clock, the device telling him he was supposed to be home for a couple of hours now. He reached into his pockets, pulling out his phone with the screen facing downward. He hastily flipped it over, pressing the on-button.

It showed the dead-battery picture.

'Shit shit shit shit,' he whispered, attempting to turn it on while he knew it wasn't going to happen until he plugged a charger in the device. Even when he did that it still took a while for it to be able to start again. He cursed at the navigation system he used to find George for draining his battery so fastly.