My Dearest George, I'm assuming Sam will deny my request according sending this letter, but i'll try my best to get it reach you. I know it's hard for both of us, but especially you.
Dream gazed at the boiling lava right beside him. Being in The prison cell is quite rough. The clock had been taken away from him due to his habit of throwing the object into the lava every other hour in the seek of an interaction with an another human being (it seemed to increase the amount of times Sam would come in). There wasn't even a bed to sleep in, which Puffy, Bad (and possibly George, but Dream couldn't know) found at least a little bit hideous.
Besides Quackity, Sam is the only one who has been visiting since I killed Tommy to experiment in the powers of the revival book. He doesn't let anyone in, since apparently, my 'feelings are too murderous' which Sam explained with one of the journals I had written. Apparently, but understandably the phrase "If I had to, I'd kill Sam to get out of prison" had been the last hit for Sam to not let visitors in. I really looked forward to your and Sapnap's visit (but especially yours). But I'm guessing you weren't let in, since Sam's a bitch. Or it could also be that you forgot about me, found someone better and are living an awesome life. Or maybe you just don't want to come, which would be understandable after Mom's visit. She probably told you about my situation with Quackity.
I wish I could go back time and fix everything. I could be with you, have a happy life, maybe even a family. We would be living the life of our fantasies. I think about you everyday, Love. I hope you still have your flowers. I spend most of my days sitting in the sink, writing down breakout plans. Eventually i give up, start Staring at the stupid walls that keep me inside in hopes of something fortunate happening so I could get out of this prison, leave it behind forever. Remember when we were younger and I'd always take you to the secret wooden bridge I had found and later fixed with Sapnap's help? I left a little gift for you by the river. Go pick that up. In case you need emotional support from someone but mom, contact random people around the server.
So so so much love
- Your dearest Dream<3
"Trying to make up a shitty breakout plan again?" Sam caught the prisoners attention. Dream's eyes were blown wide open in curiosity as he took a look at the man from the sink he had been sitting in for the past few hours. He hadn't had any sort of human interaction for the past few days, so anything he could possibly get made him satisfied. "Not this time, Sam. I'm writing a letter for George."
The jailer was clearly heavily upset by the mention of his son, but Tears hadn't formed, which Dream assumed to be an another downside of the flaming lava right behind him. "I- Okay you know what Dream? As much as you would deserve it, I'll not make you feel any worse today, since I don't want my own son to be even more upset with me. Some days he comes into this prison and straight up yells at me for all this shit, you know?"
Sam looked away for a moment before Dream was bringing up the letter again: "Is it too much to ask from you to deliver this letter to George?"
Sam clearly thought for a moment.
"George would appreciate it, Maybe he would even forgive you. Who knows?"
The jailer looked back at Dream.
"Alright, I'll do it. Anything else?"
Dream thought for a moment "Can I deliver it?" Sam immediately looked disappointed in the guy in front of him.
"No Dream, unless you're willing to wait the 6800 years you have left in prison."
Dream groaned, clasping his fingers into the skin of his palm, leaving four crescent moon shaped bruises onto his hand.
Sam sighed "okay what about this Dream,"
The blonde looked up to Sam again with a sad expression, a couple of tears had been able to form, but they had quickly dried on Dream's cheeks. "I deliver your little love letter to George face to face, and then give him some
Time to write you an answer, which i'm going to give you later today."
Dream's face was lit up in the next second, a smile on his face and eyes sparkling.
"Yes that would be very kind of you, Sam"
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George heard a couple of hard knocks come from his front door. His head shot up in curiosity rather than excitement which had died a somewhat long ago from the day his lover was locked in the prison. For a few months George had hoped for Dream to come back to him, even so much that he rushed to open the door every time he heard a slight noise coming from outside, Yet every single time he was welcomed by disappointment. This habit had died by now, so he just walked past the messy house to the door, his head facing his feet.
George placed his hand on the golden doorknob and twisted it, hearing a slight crack as he pulled the door open.
"Hello George."
It was Sam, George's father. The one George had picked to blame for all the years Dream has left in prison.
"Look Sam, if this hasn't anything to do with Dream, Get out."
"Seems like i'm in luck"
Sam mumbled before handing the letter to his son. "Write a reply within the next 20 minutes, I don't have all day."
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Bloody cornflowers - Dreamnotfound
أدب الهواة!!DISCONTINUED!! Dream had once given George those bloody cornflowers that the brunette wished he had thrown away long before he was left all alone. A long before he had woken up to the realisation his lover had been locked away everyone and everyt...
