Just A DNF Mafia Story

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Clay pov

Drista....

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I started crying, teardrops met my cheeks and slid down.

No one pov

George looked up at Clay from the sniffling sounds.

"What's wrong?" George asked

"I'm sorry, it's just that so many things have happened this week and now I can't keep it in anymore; sorry" Clay said as he wiped his tears.

"Oh umm... ok." George said as he scooted closer to Clay and hugged him tightly.

The tight hug instantly calmed him down.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay" George coaxed

Timeskip brought to you by my amazing writer block

I sighed, maybe I should leave. Before I got kicked out of the house, I did manage to take one of my money boxes, I just wasn't sure how much was in there.

I walked over to my bag, not saying a word. Pulling out a black box, I opened the metal lid and pulled out a thick wad of money.

I unwrapped the band and started counting the money. Ten thousand, twenty, thirty, fourty, fifty.

Yep, this should be enough, I thought to myself.

I turned and looked back at George sleeping peacefully behind me.

Could I really leave him? He was my friend after all, even my best friend. He had been the only person I trusted in a long long time.

A/n Basically, Dream has this "voice" in his head that talks with him sometimes and forces him to do stuff.

You know he's something more than just a best friend.

He's not, he's just my friend (Anyone else getting Adrien (from mlb) vibes 😒)

Stop denying it. You are a part of the fucking mafia. You need to get your act together. The quicker you realise you like him, the better.

Wait what?

He's going to die anyway. He gets together with you and he becomes a target for other members. Might as well do it yourself.

Ok i have no idea what you mean-

SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! YOU NEED TO KILL HIM AND YOU NEED TO HURRY THE FUCK UP!

No.

Ok then I guess that means you're attached to someone, breaking the number one rule of being in the mafia.

Just because I don't want to kill someone, doesn't mean i'm attached to them

Ok then kill him

You've completely missed my point-

You would have no problem killing your past friends

That's because I don't like them-

Exactly- You've never HAD any friends. You've never gotten ATTACHED to anyone outside of your family. You've never had any PROBLEM KILLING YOUR "FRIENDS"!

The voice started screaming in my head, giving me a massive headache

"I'm going to jump off a fucking rooftop because of this guy" I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.

Fine you stupid pussy. If you don't wanna kill this random guy, at least leave him. Maybe he'll end up somehow killing you

"Heh, I doubt it. He could barely kill an animal, much less a human." I whispered again, chuckling slightly at the idea of George killing someone. He fell asleep in the sleepover and started cuddling me,

"If he somehow manages to kill me, I'll definitely be screwed in the afterlife." I muttered, smiling.

Ok whatever you SIMP, just leave.

But before I jumped out of the window, I heard a faint voice mutter

"Fuck you Dream, You better sleep with one eye open~"

And that came from George...

"What the fuck!?"