(A/n: So for story purposes I'm kinda twisting some of the lore, so it's better for you to act as if u dunno anything abt it.
Also I'll be doing longer chapters after this woo :D)
He was rather short, though no shorter than you. His black hair looked as if he had been running through the woods. So did his clothes.
He had a blue T-shirt on, it read 'ERROR 404' in a white and red box. His jeans were ripped at his kneecaps, as if to be shorts. Then, you noticed he wore mis-matching tennis shoes.
"George, we were just looking for you!" Sam exclaimed.
You cringed, surely there was no way he was on good terms with the brit, he was the warden of the prison this newcomers best friend was trapped in.
Which meant you were on worse terms.
You didn't know George, but he might know you. (Y/n), Dream's prison guard.
His thick british accent was what you noticed, instead of what he said.
"What is it you need?" George asked, politely yet cold.
"(Y/n) needs help with..." Sam cut himself off. "...It has to do with him..."
You didnt quite understand why he put such an emphasis on "him" when he was just referring to Dream.
Most of the time you would space out or go off to chase a bee, but you the two continued talking about you. So you stayed focused.
"Did you finally let them in?"
Well, you would have preferred having your presence acknowledged.
"Yes, yes. And that's why we need you. They want to keep going in..."
"I'm right here Sam." You spoke up from behind him. A shame, George hadn't even bothered to introduce himself, and Sam payed no mind to his lack of manners.
You're truly the ultimate hypocrite, huh?
The creeper-like man nodded towards you. "Why don't you explain then?"
He shifted for George to see you better.
"Fine, I will." You spat at him, then faced the boy.
He scanned you, taking in your features as you spoke. You noticed he was clutching a pair of goggles in his left hand.
"I'm Dream's guard. I asked Sam if I could bring his food to him instead of it being tossed in there in whatever way he does it. And he was like 'Oh wElL yoU goTtA mEeT hIs fRiEnDs fIrSt' as if I cant take care of myself."
You mocked Sam, pretty awfully, but still did it.
George's gaze flickered towards Sam for a moment, then back to you. "...Right...Well I can see Sapnap is gonna like you. Uh just, we aren't friends with Dream anymore. Far from that."
Your eyes widened, of course the subject was touchy. His best friend was thrown in prison for at least four different crimes.
"Anyways, let's get Sapnap, shall we?"
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PRISON GUARD // c! dwt x gender neutral reader
Fanfic"Don't forget about your oath (Y/n), recite it to me." . . . "I, (Y/n), swear on not just my Yeezy's-but on my very freedom, to have upmost loyalty to you. And to never betray you, only to fulfill my duty as a guard." Date started:Tuesday, June 8th...
