F.O.O.L// DreamNotFound AU

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It has been a week. George never did anything besides stay in his room and lay down on the sheets of his bed. Dream stayed with George all the time trying to get George to talk. He felt unready. George wasn't ready for Dream to leave him and let Dream be disgusted by him. He was scared.

He would flinch every time a single thing touched his skin, even Dream. He felt bad for Dream. He felt like everyone is hunting him, even his mind. He felt humiliated that he'd hide from the sun rays that would seep through his curtains. The sun looks like it's mocking him. He felt disgusted, used and everything is gone. He felt like giving up.

George wanted time for himself so Dream decided to sit on the couch. George was now left on his own. In his mind that seemed to yell at him, screaming names and words that shouldn't be said. He ignored the voices and managed to grab his phone on the nightstand with shaky hands and eyes that seemed to scan the room for nothing but invisible shadows. He needed advice. He scrolled through his contacts stopping and clicking on the right name.

"HELLO?! GEORGE?! WHERE HAVE YOU-" George flinched at the sudden loudness and backed the device away from his ears.

"Hi..." he responded, his voice small and timid. Broken.

"G-George? Are you okay?" George scoffed. Is he even okay? Definitely not.

"Alex..." he said his name. The name that made him comfortable, laughed.

"Woah this is some real shit here. Saying my real name? The fuck happened? Did that terracotta guy hurt you or something?" Quackity's voice sounds protective, angry yet comedic.

"C-c-can you t-tell me w-w-w-" George's breath was hitching and ragged.

"Woah what the fuck is happening. Breath George, breath. In and out" George repeated the words in his head. In and out. In and out. In and out. After a few moments, his breath was back to an okay pace.

"Quackity. I-I'm lost. It hurts so much but I don't know what to say. I c-can't talk to Clay" George said, his breath still a bit heavy.

"What happened?" Quackity asked but was responded by silence. Few minutes have passed but no answer. Quackity waited. George could hear the clock ticking across the hallway. The whole house.

"Quackity, I've been r-raped..." He winced at the word like it was venom, his voice also cracked. It tasted bitter on his tongue. Bitter than a raw bitter gourd.

"What... you need to tell someone. Someone who's closer to you" Quackity recommended. Quackity felt bad for George. Actually, feeling bad is an understatement. He felt sorry, bad, or whatever you call it for not being on George's side. He wished that he could help him. Little did he know that he had helped George a ton. George was thankful.

"B-but I'm scared Quackity," George said, tears prickled in his eyes making him blink.

"George I'm telling you it's okay. You are going to be okay. Tell that terracotta guy and if he ditch you-" George's face turned sour at the possible ending.

"I'll come there and help you as soon as possible. M'kay?" George nodded even though Quackity wasn't there yet it still felt like it.

"I'll talk to you soon Quackity... and thank you so much for everything" he thanked Quackity.

"It's no problem it's about you I'd literally go beast mode" George chuckled quietly. It was sad though. They soon hang up and George readied himself for what to come.

He found himself walking out of the bedroom for the first time in three(3) days. Dream might've heard the creak of the floor as he shot his head towards George. Dream's widen and began walking towards George embracing the sobbing figure in his arms. He carried George and George grabbed onto Dream like a koala not wanting to let go of Dream like Dream is leaving him forever.

"I'm s-so so s-s-sorry Dream" George apologize over and over again Dream shushing him but George seemed to not care as he started to beg Dream. Dream's hand transferred warmth on his back up and down. It was the warmth that comforted him but George didn't comply.

"P-please d-don't lea-ve me" he managed to squeeze between hiccups. Dream rubbed circles on George's back calming George down. It seemed to work, as George's sobs lessened.

"George what happened?" Dream's voice was filled with worry. Fuller than a full bucket under running water.

"Y-you remember tha-t guy?" Dream's expression turned into confusion.

"The brunette one?" George added as Dream heavily nodded on top of George's head.

"He did something to me" Dream tensed as he got to read the room.

"Is it what I think it is George?" Dream asked. George mumbled a small 'I think so'.

"Oh my God-" Dream whispered and got interrupted by George.

"Please don't leave me Dream. I need you" Dream's heart squished in his body. He felt like he's having a small heart attack. Is that why he didn't tell me at first?

"You, poor thing. I will not leave you George. We're going through this together okay?" Dream reassured. George felt relieved as he sinks into Dream's arms furthermore. Dream felt hurt. He could've prevented this. That guy is going to pay for everything. He heard George snore in his arms as Dream rocked them both. Dream was thinking about George and that guy. He can't believe that this is happening. Everything is wrong. Dream is in rage. His face was red but he kept his composure for George.

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George woke up on a beach? Or maybe an island. Paradise? The water sparkled like clear crystal. The rock behind him has different rocks that also sparked sticking out of the rock surface. The sun was bright a visible smile was displayed, it didn't mock him.

He felt a hand tap on his shoulder, he tensed. He didn't turn around up until he heard a "Hello, George" that familiar sweet voice rushed to his eardrum like caramel. He turned around immediately hugging the figure behind him. The familiar warmth engulfed his body that it almost felt... wrong?

"Dream" he mumbled on the guy's bare chest, smiling. He looked up when the guy didn't respond. He pushed the guy as he got a glance on his face. Brown hair, brown eyes. His eyes widened in terror as he turned around and tried to run to the water. The sun hid making the world in all darkness. Soft hands grabbed him making him turn around again.

"M- mum?" He whispered and went to hug her but before he did, he woke up gasping on his bed.