Behind the scenes (georgenotfound kidnapped, angst, dnf)

Part 38 - Prison

The next few chapters are vent chapters and have some very upsetting thoughts about self harm and suicide that you should not agree with and if you do my dm's are open

TW
Negative thoughts
Injuries
Speak of torture
Suicidal thoughts
Self harm
Threatening
Signs of bad mental health

Dream pov

The lava sounded like death. I don't know how it just did. The popping ever second, the annoying groan of it, just everything about it reminded me of death.

Death. The one thing that could release me from here. I just don't know which hell would be worse. The one I'm in right now or the one I am destined to go to no doubt when Quackity finally gets what he wants.

Blood
Kill
Escape
Blood
Murder
Blood
Escape
Blood
Blood

I remember when we were friends. When I had to calm him down and be his wingman when he was talking to Karl and Sapnap. They're both dead now. Just like the nice Quackity, just like George, just like my sanity.

I also remember as a kid when I was start bawling my eyes out to get Puffy's attention. Now I cry when no ones around because I don't want f*cking attention, I just want to feel something, anything. Whether that thing is the ones I love holding me or something sharp running across my skin doesn't really matter anymore.
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George pov

I crumbled onto the ground, watching the man finally leave. My ribs hurt the worst, they were probably broken but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. Who even cares anymore. I used to think that everything happens for a reason but I just wish someone could tell me what the reason is and why the earth seems to hate me so much.

Everyone on this server has done bad things and yes I spied on people but I never hurt anyone. What have I done to deserve this?

You were born

"Are you done with your pity party because I really wanna get back to torturing you." A voice I knew all too well said.

I groaned, not expecting him to be back this soon.

"Aww don't worry George, you should be happy I haven't touched your pretty little face... yet." Wilbur taunted.
"Yeah but you've ruined my perfect nails, see." I showed him my middle finger and smiled.
"Cute. But you won't be smiling after I'm finished with you."
I sat up, "You know after all I've been through these threats are getting pretty repetitive."

Wilbur looked pissed for a second and then plugged something into the wall. He then pointed and asked, "Do you know what this is Georgey?"
"Don't call me that, b*tch."
The man walked over to me and harshly pulled my hair, "When I ask you a question you answer it." He growled.
"Uh-" I looked over to where he had pointed and saw a... kettle? "It's a kettle I think."
"Correct." He said before letting go of me.

"Okay George, I've noticed you're getting a bit gross from all that blood and dirt. So I'm gonna give you a nice little shower. There are some rules though, this kettle gets hot, I mean obviously it does it's a kettle, but.. I'm going to turn it on and the amount of time it takes for you to answer my question is the amount of time the water will be heating up for. Understand?"

I let my jaw drop open, he couldn't be serious. I could die if the water was too hot.
"ANSWER ME." He then screamed. I jumped at the sudden noise and quickly nodded my head in fear.
"Good. Let's begin."

Dream pov

I sat up, ignoring the pain and dragged myself over to the sink. I would've gagged at the sight of all the blood and hair clogging it but at this point I'd seen worse.

The mirror above the sink was the only thing I had to hold on to, the stupid mirror likes me more than the people that used to be my friends, how sad is that? At least when I cry it cries with me.

Blood
Kill
Blood
Die
Don't deserve a friend
Die
Kill
Blood
Die
Blood
Die
Kill
Escape

Third person pov

"So I just step on the bridge right?" Puffy asked.
Sam nodded, "And make sure you walk with it. Okay get ready."
The warden pulled a lever allowing Puffy to walk over to her son's cell. She followed the bridge as told and hesitantly stepped into the obsidian box.

"Dream?" She said softly.
The man didn't reply, instead he just continued to stare at himself in the mirror, unaware of his surroundings.