Mafia's Man //Dnf

Chapter 1

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⚠️⚠️TW: blood, death, swearing, knives⚠️⚠️

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Dream POV:

I watched as blood pooled at my feet. My shoes would soon be soaked in the crimson sea surrounding me. What have I done?!

I released the knife from my once tight grip, letting it fall the the ground with a clink. I stumbled back, my scarlet hands rising up to cover my mouth in shock. My hands cupped around my cheeks, nose and mouth. All I could do was stare. Stare at the corpse in my mother's room. A room that use to be happy and filled with cheery memories, now darkened with guilt and regret. She deserved it right?! What is this I'm feeling? Anger? Sadness? Guilt? Regret? Pride? Blood was rushing through my body; adrenaline pumping through my veins. I feel exhilarated! I felt a high I never wanted to come down from.

Sirens begin to sound, getting louder and louder as they grow closer. Oh god! I can't go to jail. Not yet! I still have so much more to accomplish! I can't rot in jail never feeling this rush ever again! I grabbed the knife and ran. I jumped out of the bedroom window and ran. Lucky for me the window was on the first story and the cops were to stupid to see me.

Finally, I reached my safe place, my friend Nick's house. Without the slightest knock I opened his window and crawled inside. Nick saw me and tried to scream but only got out a small yelp before my hand flew to his mouth, stifling the noise.

I held a finger up to my lips and furrowed my eyebrows. He nodded so I removed my hand from his face.

"What happened to you?! Are you ok?!" He whispered.

I grabbed his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. "It's not important but if the police call you please promise me you will say I was with you for hours!" I hushly begged.

"What?! You want me to lie to the police?! Clay, you're scaring me, what did you do?!" Worry and fear washed over his face turning him pale.

"I'll tell you just please, promise me."

"Fine, I promise! Now please, tell me what happened."

"I- I- I killed her" the shaky words tainted my mouth. I can't believe I just admitted that out loud!

"W- what do you mean?" Sapnap took a few steps back.

"I stabbed my mother... with this" I held out the bloody knife.

He stepped back more until he hit a wall. Is he afraid of me? I honestly can't blame him but still. My own best friend is afraid of me.

"Please just listen. I would never hurt you!" I tried to reassure him. I tried to get closer to him, to comfort him, but he raised his hand to stop me.

"Was it an accident?!"

"N-no" I answered truthfully.

Tears filled my eyes and as if a chain reaction started, his began to water too. We cried for a bit not saying anymore. We were both in shock. We had a good reason to be. However, after a while he didn't look so afraid of me and surprisingly, it seemed like he understood me a little. He didn't look at me with enmity, but with a drop of admiration.

4 years later

"I'm not telling you or smiley anything." The man squirms against the cold brick wall. The nickname smiley is well worn. People see my round smiley face mask and all they can think is smiley?

"You better talk or I'm gonna take away that privilege forever" Nick threatens.

"If he won't talk we have no use for him. Kill him." I order without a wink of hesitation. Why should I hesitate? It's not like he's some great guy with a loving family.

"Wait-wait!" The man begs. I hold up my hand signaling Nick to hold. This better be good.

"Fine I'll tell you. My boss is planning to plant grenades in your warehouse tomorrow."

I chuckle to my self at the man's pathetic lack of self-restraint. I lower my hand and Nick let go of the no longer pinned man.
"Thank you for your cooperation."

The man starts to run but doesn't get very far before a knife pierces through his back.
"Nice shot. But bad threat. 'You better talk or I'm gonna take away that privilege forever.'" I mock Nick.

"Oh shut u-" He gets interrupted by a clanking sound of a garbage can falling over. I swiftly turn my head to face the cause of the commotion.

3 minutes prior
George POV:

The dark canvas sprinkled with specks of white surrounds the sky above me. The only interference of the dark is a few street lights guiding the sidewalk along the road. It's a cold and peaceful night I get to work in. The cold never bothered me much. I didn't really get cold very easily. Still, the icy air pricks my fingertips like a small blade. The cold and restful night is soon interrupted by a deep voice speaking. No not speaking, it sounds more like... screaming! Right on schedule.

I quickly run to see if the culprit of the deep voice is okay. I find who I assume is the owner down a dark alleyway with two other men. One of the men with a white bandana has him pinned against a wall with a knife.

"If he won't talk we have no use for him. Kill him." Says a man wearing a white mask with a black smiley face.

Boss was right! He did get caught! The man with the smiley face mask has to be him. Mafia boss Dream. I quickly and quietly run behind a few garbage cans and old boxes.

"Fine I'll tell you. My boss is planning to plant grenades in your warehouse tomorrow." The man against the wall confesses. He's a dirty little snitch! Why should I rescue him now?Will the boss be mad? Not if he knew this loser snitched!

"Thank you for your cooperation." The man with the mask says. He sounds sadisticly happy about this whole situation.

Just as the man starts to run a knife flies into his back causing him to fall to his knees. Welp, can't save him now. I however, need to get out of here NOW!

I try to get up but I fumble and trip on one of the garbage cans. Shit!

"Who's there?!" A demanding voice shouts.

I stay silent. Hoping they don't find me. I don't want to die! My hopes are crushed when someone yanks me from the ground and pins me to the same wall as that coward.

"Oh god please don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want!" I attempt to play dumb.

"Hold on Sapnap." Dream says as she slowly approaches me. "What's your name sweetie?" Why do you care? Your probably just gonna murder me. Oh god he's gonna murder me! No! You need to stay calm and play dumb.

"G-George" I stutter out.

I feel Dream's cold hands brush against my jawline. He moves my face from side to side examining me. What's he doing?

"Knock him out."

Before I could protest or even process what was going on I felt something hit my head and everything went dark.

Clay POV:

"Why did we do that? We can just kill
him" Nick asks me.

"I couldn't waste a pretty face like that. Now come on get him in the car." Despite an eye roll and slight attempt at an objection, Nick carries the unconscious boy into the car.

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Writing this is sooo much fun! I know it's a lot like other mafia stories but stfu. It gets better. If you have suggestions on the story feel free to comment!
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