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The rest of the week was obnoxious. Dream wanted to pull his mid-length dirty blonde hair out, and contemplated buzzing it all off after the heat became unbearable in Florida. He was annoyed at everything, had unmanageably long hair that made everything more annoying, and was sweaty on top of all of it. Fuck summer. Oh wait, it's still April.
Why is it so hot already?"How are you gonna ignore people you need to train?" This was the first time Quackity had the balls to call Dream out on anything. He did start ignoring them after the first day. He felt guilty, he relied on Quackity to train the new people because Quackity had been there for two years and knew the ins and outs of working at the Subway. Previously Dream had offered him a full time position and Quackity blurted out "Fuck tha- I am sorry I have to decline that offer but thank you very much."
He was not getting paid to train, and their only morning lead was always "sick."
"I apologize. You have to understand my responsibility as a manager is very stressful. I promise I will get back to training them so you do not have to." Ugh!
Training was annoying. To vocalize every little thing to the new people was annoying. To not be able to hold his personal anxieties to himself anymore was annoying. He found himself tearing up a few times a day in his office. Today, he was full on sobbing. Every fucking day is the same. George walks into the office. Idiot. Dream found himself hating George. Everything he did put a bad taste in Dreams mouth. Dream was vocal about it. No matter how hard George tried, he was shut down immediately in ways the other employees never had to endure. He was especially a lot harsher on George in comparison to how he treated Karl and Willow. Why? It felt too natural, like he did not have to try to be mean. He couldn't help it and he even felt guilty sometimes. The guilt doesn't make him less annoying, however.
"Are you ok?" Shut the fuck up and get out. His accent saying those words ripped the dirty blondes heart out of his chest.
"I just had a shitty week." For the past three years.
George looks sad and walks closer to the desk. "Is there anything I can do?" Heal me. "Just get out. Stop talking to me unless it is for training." Dream says as he puts his face in his hand, choking back more sobs. Boiling tears hit his thighs as he turns himself in the swivel chair in the office to face the back wall.
He needed to cry, and felt better after he did so. He does not like crying in front of people, and felt that normal guilt for kinda, sorta lashing out. Why am I so mean now?
Later in the day, Dream watched the three new people (George, Karl, and Willow... repeating their names in his mind helped him to remember them) from behind as they practiced different signature sandwiches, and brutally fucked them up to no return. George was timid in the process. "I'm sorry." Dream whispers, close to his ear from behind him in the sandwich station. George nods silently, and the small forgiving gesture felt genuine. Dream smiles. The training started to get fun when Dream and Quackity would make fun of the new hires with light-hearted teases about how bad they were. Maybe this will get easier.
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Part of why Dream has been having such a bad time at work is because he feels that he is unsatisfied in every area of life. No love life, shitty job, no desire or motivation to change. He was stuck.
"I don't get it dude, I had hella bitches in high school. I don't think I got ugly, did I fucking get ugly?" Dream is thinking out loud to his friend Sapnap in a Discord call over a game of Valorant. Dream dies in game.
"Dude, shut the actual fuck up. You're literally hot. Is that what I have to say to get you to play better?" Sapnap screams though Dreams headphones, hurting his ears.
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Subway au ;) -dreamnotfound
FanfictionDream is a young manager at a Subway who is exploring his sexuality and looking for something to look forward to in life, and George just got a job as a sandwich maker at his location. NSFW sweetie :p