Mafia's Man //Dnf

Chapter 7

⚠️TW: swearing, violence⚠️

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George POV:

The sun shines through the curtains and blinds my new, delicate eyes. The morning sun interrupts my wishful dream! For once, I dreamed happy and peaceful, untouched by my regular scheduled nightmares. I feel a strong set of arms tighten around my waist pulling me closer to other person in the bed. Oh god! I'm cuddling, SPOONING EVEN with Dream right now. It's not gay though right? I'm not gay, I just had a bad dream and needed comforting. Friends spoon each other all the time. I mean I wouldn't know if this is a normal friendship things since I don't have friends. I'm sure it is though. This is just what friends do.

"Good morning Georgie." Dream's morning voice is deep and grogy. His voice is so goddam hot! I MEAN hot in the sense I would like it if I were a girl, but I'm not a girl, I'm a boy so I don't think it's hot! That makes sense, right? Yeah, totally.

"Good morning Dream."

"Clay. My real name is Clay." He told me his real name? How can he still be so trusting towards me? After everything I put him through?

"I like Clay. It suits you well." I smile but my happy exterior fades when he asks about it.

"What's the nightmares you've been having about?" I sigh and turn toward him. We're closer than I predicted. My heart stops. We are now laying face to face, practically touching. Any sudden movements and our bodies would connect like puzzle pieces. Stay calm.

"It's kinda like reoccurring nightmares about Schlatt and Quackity."

"Who's Quackity?"

I sigh and begin to explain, "He's kinda like Schlatt's assistant/ second in command, and I think they might be lovers? I don't know, their relationship is complicated and toxic, but they both were pretty abusive to me."

Dream, or Clay, moves a strand of hair away from my eyes so I'm able to see the look of overwhelming fondness he's giving me.
"I'm so sorry they did that to you. You're safe now."

I smile but a part of me doesn't believe him. There's no way they would just leave me alone.

We stay staring at each other for what feels like an eternity cut short. The moment is sadly shattered when he starts to sit up.

"What are you doooiiinngg" I wine. He can't leave! I'm comfy as hell!

"I have business to attend to. I'm sorry, but you can stay in bed." The way he says business sends chills down my spine. Friends, just friends.

"Okay but come back soon." He chuckles at my child like behavior. I don't want him to leave!

"I won't be gone long. I promise." He kisses my forehead then leaves the room. Did he just kiss my forehead?! I don't think friends do that! Well maybe they do if they're best friends! Friends, just friends!

I try to sleep off this horrible feeling in my stomach. It feels like I swallowed a bunch of bugs and now they're crawling around making nests and stuff. It comes back every time Dream says or does certain things.

After a long sleep I sit up and stretch my arms out. No Dream.

I make my way down the stairs into the kitchen. I make myself a bowl of cereal and watch some tv. Hours start to pass by and still no sign of Dream. Since he is neglecting me, I decide to take a nap on the couch.

I hear the home phone ringing at the end of the couch, waking me up from my once again peaceful sleep. Then I figure who is probably calling and suddenly I don't mind being woken up. It must be Dream!

In one swift movement, I hop to the other end of the couch and answer the ringing phone.

"Hello George." I recognize the raged and cruel voice immediately.

"Schlatt?! How did you get this number?!" The demon like man chuckles in a low deep rumble.

"You know I have an amazing sources, George. I know Dream isn't there so why aren't you escaping? Did you grow an attachment." I manage to gulp down a huge lump in my throat but it doesn't make me feel any better about the situation.

"N-no!" I try to sound assertive but I just sound like a scared child.

"Don't lie to me George! There is a car outside for you. Come home. Or I could send a few men in there to get you?" How did Schlatt find me so quick!?

He takes my silence as an answer and sighs into my phone.
"The men will be inside to get you at any moment."

I rush upstairs and into the bedroom locking the door behind me. Where can I hide?! I roll under the bed and hope no one finds me. I hear footsteps sprinting up the stairs and then my door breaks open. They check the closet and bathroom. Maybe they won't find me?

One of the men lifts up the bed and another rips me out from under it. I knew I wasn't safe, even with Clay. Clay! What will be think when he gets back?!

Dream POV:

After a long day I finally get back home. My team found where Schlatt is located. We plan to ambush him there tomorrow. I pull into the driveway but something's wrong, the front door is open. GEORGE!

I rush inside and begin screaming for him.
"GEORGE!" In return I get nothing but cruel, mocking silence. THAT BASTARD TOOK HIM!
"George!"

I sink down to my knees, crying in this empty house filled with nothing I care about. Just empty space where George should be. George.

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A/n
George keeps trying to justify his feeling for Dream. JUST EXCEPT YOUR FRUITY!
I am the author so technically I can write it in but NO!
Screw you, George will just friend zone Dream FOREVER! /j
P.S. the reason I decided to have Quackity and Schlatt have this weird complicated relationship is because it was canon in dream smp. I DO NOT ship the real people.
:)