Mr Dream. DNF

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10.45AM, Dream's Room

The day after Dream had confessed George thought a lot. Not only had his 'crush' just confessed to him, but George was sure he loved Dream back. George reacted in a stupid way to the confession, I mean he literally said he didn't love Dream; that was a big lie. Dream was everything George could ever want, and now Dream was in his cage while George sat outside.

It was another one of their sessions, obviously, yet George always felt like he was meeting Dream for the first time every day. Butterflies in his stomach, that nervous feeling about what he would say and what Dream would think of him- George was whipped for the blonde.

"Georgie, today I have decided to tell you why I don't show my face to anyone. Now I would have preferred to have this done in the private room but this will have to do."
George pulled out a piece of paper from his note book and a pen then he walked towards the cage and handed them to Dream. The criminal took them gratefully and began to write. After 10 or so minutes Dream passed the paper back to George and wiped invisible tears from his eyes. George rolled his eyes and began to read.

On the paper:

Georgie, before I begin I just want to let you know that once you see this you must accept that I love you. This is not a joke, a trick or anything of the kind. I'm just telling the truth.

For context, when I graduated high school I didn't go to college. I was placed into a system were people like me could have a second chance at education. It was a stupid program run by stupid people. The only subject I did remotely well in at school was computer science, yet those idiots placed me in chemistry. Plus, it's just stupid to place a bunch of trouble making teenagers near radioactive chemicals and expect us not to mess about.

Anyway, I worked at Ace Chemicals with five other guys around my age. We didn't like each other and tried to stay out of each other's way, but our boss forced us to work together. At first it was really simple. Take the leftover chemical waste from the scientist's experiments and poor it into the correct bucket, easy. But after a while this simple task was just too much for some of those baboons. They would chase each other in the hallways with the bags of chemical waste, push each other close to the ledge were we would drop the liquids, and literally try and kill each other.

During my period of working there the government had just realised the amount of chemicals that place made and how unsafe it was for people to work in. At the time I had also very little hope about the government. This was just after my childhood, so you could probably guess why I thought what I thought. It was any ordinary day working at the lab when the increased happened. I was walking with two other guys towards the big buckets full of chemical waste. And when I mean buckets, I mean gigantic beige containers filled of steaming white liquid. It was hot in there and the stench was so unbearable.

When me and the other two made it too the bucket, they poured their chemicals in first. When it was my turn, and this is were it gets interesting, they pushed me in. I don't know why they did this, there's a lot of things I don't know, but this was one I really don't get. I remember that feeling of being terrified for the last time. This was the way I would die? In a chemical cauldron fit to be a bomb? When I fell into the pool of white, I could feel my senses starting to shut down. My eyes were heavy and everything burnt like hell. I thought it was the end.

Then I woke up in a van. I wasn't sure how I got there, but I recognised the driver. It was my old pal, Sapnap. I was surprised to see him since he went to a pretty good collage in California, why was he here and how was I alive? Sap then explained that collage life wasn't for him and he missed his old life in L'manberg. I didn't understand why anyone would trade a collage in California for this dump but I was grateful he had saved me. Turns out, he came looking for me that day I fell into the bucket. He realised the entire building of Ace Chemicals had been abandoned yet I wasn't anywhere. He went exploring and found me floating unconscious in the chemicals. I probably would be dead if it wasn't for him.

The acid didn't really do much damage to me, it just made me fearless. I mean if I survived falling into radioactive chemicals with small changes I shouldn't be afraid of anything, and I wasn't. I spent the rest of those few months in recovery while Sapnap found the two boys who pushed me in and killed them himself. We became a duo, Sapnap and Dream, Dream and Sapnap. Ant and Punz came later on, though they were amazing elements to our team.

Now you might be wondering why this story is the reason I never shown my face, well it's because of my eyes. My eyes are bright green.  It's incredibly uncommon for a person to have natural green eyes, so having this colour in a place where you need to be discrete, was really not an option.

The letter ended there. George looked up at Dream as he lay down onto the cadge floor. The doctor was surprised, he knew Dream had a bad past but this must've left really bad scars. George quickly grabbed the pen from the cadge and wrote in down on the paper, then he left.

On the paper:
I'm sorry Dream, though I know you don't care for apologies since they can't really help you. Instead I'll say this, and I think you'll like this more.
I love you Dream.
P.s. Eat the note so the guards don't find it

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