Forced love // dreamnotfound

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He woke up in the middle of the night, not really able to breathe. His throat felt dry and stinged every time he took a breath in.

He needed water.

George stood up and shivered from the cold he had been protected from underneath the blanket.

He tried opening the door as quiet as possible. It wasn't as perfect as Sapnaps amazing skills, but it should be enough to not wake anyone up.

George walked slowly down the hall, as his room was one of the furthest ones there, and he reached stairs in no time.

He started slowly stepping step by step down, until the very same board creaked, the one that alerted Dream that he was coming downstairs.

Now Dream should be asleep though, and it shouldn't be enough to wake him up. He kept on going. He had won the stairs and now he had to find in which one if these many many cupboards and shelves were glasses.

It turned out to be the third shelf on the top row with white wood doors just like every other one there, it was on the opposite of where he started looking, but whatever.

He took a small glass with a few bees and roses on it. Then he slowly tippy toed to the sink, hoping that his tap water is drinkable, and poured some in.

Soon the water had slid down his throat, freshening it back up, getting rid of the crunchy feeling it had. Best feeling in the past few days.

He was holding the empty glass debating where to put it. In the sink, or better back on the shelf so it would be like he never took it.

This opportunity slipped right out of his hand and on the floor, shattering in many pieces. Good old clumsy George, how predictable.

In the matter of few seconds, Dreams door flew open and sprinted down the stairs. He probably thought it was a window.

"I'm so sorry, Dream, I just wanted to drink and it slipped out of my hand somehow-" "it's okay, George, don't worry about it, it was an ugly glass anyways."

It was very noticable how both of their voices were exceptionally deeper than during the day. Dream's obviously deeper than Georges.

Dream came up to George and put his hands on his shoulders and started moving him away from all the glass shards.

"Go back to sleep, babe." And he did it again. "Don't call me that." But George did indeed have slight blush appear on his cheeks. Just like the old times.

George slowly walked back upstairs, looking back at Dream getting a broom. Sapnaps door was agape and he was standing there watching George.

"Please do not tell me you tried to escape." Sapnap whispered. "Of course not, I was drinking water and let go of the glass." Sapnap nodded and closed his door, without sound as always.

George too went to his room and got back in his comfortable, soothing bed. The safest place he could be right now.

Now he couldn't sleep. 20 minutes passed, felt like 2 hours, and he just couldn't sleep anymore. He isn't one to go exploring in the middle of the night, not enough willpower.

He just continued trying to sleep, and somehow, it worked after few more tens of minutes.

"Georgie, wake up." George opened his eyes to see a blurry Dream in front of his face. "No." George groaned and turned to lay on his stomach. "George." Dream kept on, his voice now firmer.

"Wake up, George." Dream was now sort of yelling, his anger has a very short fuse, it looks like. George got up in fear of the fury in his voice. "That's better, thank you." Dream stood up and walked away. 

"Get ready for breakfast, we have to discuss something important." Dream left, and George just sat there remembering that he's not home, but at the stupid mans house.

He put on clothes similiar to yesterdays and stood in front of the door. He tried pushing himself to open it, but the anxiety just didn't let him do so. 

And obviously after 5 minutes or so, Dream came running to Georges room, and the steps stepping closer and closer with quite the speed just triggered him more and more.

Dream knocked on the door first, and after a few seconds without response opened it. George still didn't move. "George? Why are you just standing there, come." Dream started walking, but George was hardly moving forward.

"Were you standing there just now or longer?" Dream really helped him out on this, cause it wasn't the thought of walking downstairs that stressed him, it was just opening the door.

But Dream opened it for him and made everything easy. They walked downstairs where the plates and Sapnap were already at the table. "What took you so long?" "I don't know, George was just being slow."

They all sat down at the table, the very same seats as yesterday. "So, we've got something important to talk about." Dream sat back with his back fully glued to the chair.

"Streams." Dream was watching George and just once every while, glancing over at Sapnap.

"None of us have been streaming for a few weeks now, and people will start getting suspicious." He paused for a second.

"So, the way Sapnaps streams go, is that either I'm at my own computer and with a camera at him, or if i don't have to be a part of the stream, i sit next to him, but I'm always watching, just to be sure." Dream smiled, and then frowned again, like he was trying not to smile.

"And now it's going to be a lot harder now that there's two of you, so I'm just going to make a threat, to scare you out of trying anything." He took a few quick glances between them, "if you're going to tell a single soul about anything, I have a nice place where I can take you to, away from the whole society, and I can do what I want with you."

He smirked and held down a laugh.