Mafia's Man //Dnf

Chapter 3

George POV:

Dream enters my room again with food but doesn't look up at me once.

"Wait! Don't leave." Before he leaves the room he turns his head to look at me.

"I umm have to go to the bathroom." I say in the sweetest voice I can muster up.

"Oh!"

Dream POV:

Of course he has to go to the bathroom! Why didn't I think to put some sort of bathroom in here. I can't ask him to just piss on the floor, can I? Eww no.

"Uuh you can come with me but if you try anything ur dead!" He nods so I lead him to the nearest bathroom. He goes in and out of the bathroom quick without any hustle. I lead him back to his room with no hastle. Why wouldn't he try to escape?

"Am I your first prisoner?"

"W-what?!" His question startles me. Am I really that bad at this?
"Uh yeah I guess. Usually I just kill anyone who sees me." I answer truthfully.

"So, why didn't you kill me?" He asks with a slight head tilt.

"Um I don't know. There was just something special about you." Why did I say that?! He's gonna think I'm weird! I mean weirder than he already thinks!

"Oh" is all he says as he enters his room once more. He sits down on his bed with a smile.
Before I close the door he says,"Thanks. For you know not killing me."

I can't help but smile at his cuteness. "No problem."

George POV:

Dream enters my room again with a sandwich. The sandwiches he's been giving me taste so awful I can't even stomach them anymore.

"Do I have to eat these?" I ask quite boldly.

"Uh what?" He seems pretty startled by my boldness, I would be too if my prisoner started getting picky about food.

"The sandwiches are just a little hard to stomach." He looks at the sandwich than back at me, I assume puzzled.

"What do you mean." He lifts the sandwich up and sniffs it before turning around with his back to me and taking a bite. Wow he must really trust me! Good.

Immediately, he spits it back out in disgust causing me to start laughing histarically. I can't remember the last time I laughed like this, or even laughed in general.

He readjusts his mask and turns around.
"What are you laughing at?"

"You couldn't even keep in a bite!" I laugh out.

He starts laughing too at it but his laugh doesn't sound like anyone else's I've heard. His laugh is more of a wheeze.

"Did you turn into a tea kettle?!" I say without thinking. I slap my hand over my mouth realizing how rude that was.

"At least I don't laugh like a child!" He jokes.

"Hey!" I say before laughing too hard to say anymore.

We continue to laugh for so long we have to stop for air.
"Stop! My stomach hurts from all the laughing!" This only causes him to laugh more.

Eventually, the laughing subsides but I still can't stop smiling. Why am I so happy right now? I could be killed at any moment.

"Well cmon. We can't have you eating this crap anymore." He says gesturing for him to follow.

I follow him out the door, down the hall, up the stairs and down another hall. This place is huge! He stops in a room with a beautiful kitchen area.

"This kitchen is amazing!" I blurt out not even trying to act unimpressed.

"Heh yeah I guess. So uh what do you want to eat." He asks. He's very tentative. Strange.

"Anything but that sandwich is fine."

He chuckles a little and nods his head softly. I wish I could see him smile. For intel  of course no other reason!

"Pancakes?" He suggests.

I nods my head so he started preparing things. I take a seat at the long marble island and just watch him.

"You should do the 1,2,3 method." I interject.

"The what?"

I smile and hold up 3 fingers, "1-hundred grams of flour, 2-eggs, and 3-hundred milliliters of milk."

He chuckles and does as I request. First, he pours in one hundred grams of flour. Then, he cracks 2 eggs and drops them in. And lastly, he dumps in three hundred milliliters of milk and mixes it all together.

I watch as he pours the badder into the pan and flips them seamlessly. That was kinda hot. What no!

He puts the pancakes onto a plate and serves it to me along with a bottle of syrup.

"Wow! Thank you! No one has cooked for me in a really really long time." I pour some of the syrup onto the pancake and dig in.

"No problem. I haven't been able to cook for anyone besides myself and Sap in a while."

"Who's Sap?"

"Short for Sapnap. He's the guy who knocked you out." I nod my head in understanding. Sapnap probably isn't his real name but I'm sure the boss will be happy to know anyway. I notice a few pancakes on another plate by the stove.

"Are you gonna join me?"

"Mask" is all he replies with.

"I promise I won't judge if your face looks weird." If I get even a glimpse of his face boss will be so happy!

He thinks for a moment before sliding the round mask off letting the light hit his face. THAT WORKED?!

He has little freckles scattered across his face and yellow piss eyes. Aside from his piss eyes he's pretty good-looking.

"Nice piss eyes."

"What did you just say? My eyes are green stupid."

I shrug my shoulders and go back to eating.

"Wait why do you think they were piss eyes?"

I don't bother finish chewing before I say, "I'm colorblind"

We talk and eat for a while and it's.. nice. I haven't talked like this with someone in ages. When he smiles he reveals his sharp canine teeth that make him look like he has fangs. It's kind of adorable.

Eventually though, he leads back down to my room for the night. Boss will be so happy with all the info I've collected! I just got to butter him up enough to let me go.

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A/n
They are so fruity!
Flying somewhere today. Maybe I will get some writing done on the flight.
:)