One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

Waking up

Tw: kidnapping, Cussing, death threats, panic. Comment any I'm missing --->

George POV

I start to gain consciousness but my eyes still feel incredibly heavy. I'm almost tempted to just fall back to sleep if I'm entirely honest. The fact that I'm warmer than normal and comfy in this bed only increases the temptation to ease back into the dreamless sleep I had just come from.

Wait... My bed isn't this comfy? Hell, It's not even a bed, It's just 2 blankets I found that I sandwich myself between to keep warm at night.

My eyes widen open and I shoot straight up in the bed I'm in. I take a moment to adjust and take in my surroundings.

I'm in a bed, well more like a 2 inch thick sunken mattress with some thin sheets over it, but a bed none the less... The room I'm in is also very dim, but not dark to the point where you can't see at least. It's slightly illuminated by a singular overhead light in the center of the small room.

My eyes scan over the walls and that's when I notice something that I'm surprised I didn't notice earlier. Or rather someone.

A man sat there. He had a black hoodie on with a smile on it, some black cargo pants with some thin chains on it, and an odd white mask with a black smile on it.

At the moment I saw that mask, all the memories from before I got knocked out came rushing back to me. Panic started to take over me and my breathing began to pick up as I frantically looked around the room for something, that maybe, just maybe I could use to help me.

Before I could find it in me to speak to the man sitting in the corner of the room, he spoke first.

"I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up y'know" He spoke to me with the same deep voice as our last interaction when I was conscious.

fucking piss goblin knocked me out BECAUSE OF CHIPS AND WATER.

eh, better than being dead I guess.

I was trying to figure out a response to this, but once again I was unable to speak as Dream spoke again before me.

"Cat got your tongue? Because if your not in the mood for conversation I could just leave you here till you starve to death." Dream said, speaking as if he wasn't threatening someones life.

"NO no no no! Please..." I said in desperation.

"Oh so you are going to talk? Okay then..." He paused. "Tell me pretty boy, what 'group' are you a part of?" He said, doing air quotes when saying 'group'

Did he really just call me that? "Don't call me tha-" I said without thinking, before I was cut off by Dream. "I'll call you whatever I like, now answer the question pretty boy."

"I'm not a part of any gang or organization if that's what your asking." I spat, getting another burst of confidence, which I definitely would be better off without. However, Dream seemed unfazed by this and spoke again. "Oh, so your a loner?" He said, more of a statement than a question. "I guess you could call it that" I muttered.

"So, where am I?" I decide to ask

"I don't think I'll be telling you that" Dream responded

"Then why am I here?" I asked, avoiding eye contact and allowing my eyes to travel around the room once again.

"Ah!" He said rather loudly, making me jump slightly. "Now that I can answer." He paused

"But we're going to play a game, I ask you a question, and when you answer it, you get to ask me a question. If I don't want to answer the question, then you just ask me a different one." he explained.

I thought for a moment, considering the situation, before deciding I probably didn't have much of a choice. Besides, maybe I could use this to my advantage somehow.

It's risky, because in this world, especially in a situation like this when your being held against your will by some psycho mafia leader... One wrong move and your dead...

I nodded slowly, now looking at him. That's when I noticed his hair.

He has wavy dirty blond hair, barely poking out of the top of his hood and resting above his mask.

It looked...
soft...

For a guy who murders people, if you just saw him walking down the street without a mask, you would probably just take him for a normal guy.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Dream's voice again.

"What's your last name?" he asked

I hesitated for a second before answering. "Davidson"

I heard a quiet 'hm' from him before I spoke up.

"Why am I here, and not dead?"

"Well I could use a... Personal assistant, and I don't think any of the other mindless idiots working around here would dare to take the position, but then I saw a small, helpless, alone boy I could force into the position."

I took a moment to take in his words. As I was about to make a comment about him calling me helpless, I decided it would be best not to... But what did he mean by 'personal assistant'? He seemed hesitant when using that word, so what exactly did he mean by it? Maybe that would be my next question.

"What was your line of work before the sickness?" Dream asked

This was a rather odd question in my opinion, but I guess it sort of made sense if he was going to be 'hiring' me.

"Well I was a bartender for some time in college, before my friend managed to get me some connections to get me a small computer programming job." I responded

"Interesting..." the blonde said quietly

He didn't seem to say any more so I decided to ask my next question. "What exactly do you mean by 'personal assistant'"

"Well your job will just be simple things, bringing me lunch or snacks, delivering papers to other rooms, writing out and sending letters occasionally... Along with anything else I may need or want you to do..." He said emphasizing 'anything'. This made me worry slightly as to what he meant exactly by that. I don't think it would be best to ask what he meant though, considering that if he thought it was necessary he would have mentioned it.

Once again dream spoke up, asking another question "What's your sexuality?"

Huh?! okay okay not exactly what I expected to here today... I mean how do I even respond to that? I haven't even really thought about it really, I didn't think it would ever matter. I mean it's not exactly easy to experiment with your sexuality when your a loner who avoids interaction with nearly everyone when at all possible. So what do I even say? I mean what if he was homophobic or something and my response just gives him a reason to kill me.

In my moments of panic I just said the first words I could think of. "I'm bi, why?"

Did I really just- oh fuck no.

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Ayo, another cliffhanger.
This is probably how long most chapters will be.

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