Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 4

George once again woke up in the same bedroom. The pain meds were fading out a bit and he could feel the pulsing pain returning gradually. Great. He sat up, the blanket that was at his feet before, slipping down his chest.

Carefully getting up, George walked over to the door, opening it to the long hallway he had been in the day before. A door from a few yards away from him opened, and a yawning tall blonde walked out, straightening his day clothes. He paused as he noticed George watching him from the doorway, "Uh, hi?"

George pursed his lips in thought, "What's your name again?" This was one of the men who had rushed forward when he had grabbed the brunette as leverage.

"I never introduced myself yesterday did I? It's Ranboo." He bowed slightly as he told George his name, before awkwardly waving and escaping down the corridor. George sighed, everybody must be afraid of him since yesterday's incident. He smirked, even handicapped he was still scary af.

A couple more doors opening along the hallway, made George slide more inside his room and close the door to a crack, watching the other men leave their rooms and walk down it the way Ranboo had gone. He recognized Tommy, Punz, Sam, and the boy he had held in a chokehold last night. But the last man, he didn't.

When the hallway had cleared out, George opened the door farther and limped down the way they all had gone, expertly staying completely silent. His training had its perks. He reached the end of the hallway and turned to the right, his jaw dropping. This place must be massive!

The turn led a little longer out before opening into a huge living room. Tall windows with strong sunlight and couches around a laid out rug, and another open doorway to what must be either a kitchen or dining room, perhaps another hallway. A huge flat screen TV was set on a desk in front of the couches and other decor was strewn throughout the room.

Laughter and muffled voices rang out from farther in the building and George tiptoed across the expensive looking floor and peeked carefully around the other doorways trim. It must be a mansion, he thought awestruck, looking into another small hallway leading into a grand dining room. He quickly whipped his head back into the room and took a couple quick breaths. He had almost been seen by Smil-- Dream, who was sitting at the head of the table towards George.

The whole group he had seen leave their rooms a couple minutes ago, were sitting around the table, joking and eating something that smelled heavenly to George. He couldn't remember when he had last eaten. He leaned against the wall and breathed deeply, savoring the rich smell wafting towards him.

A thought struck George suddenly and he shook his head to clear his mind. He needed to find his stuff and get out of there before they returned to check on him. Lord knows how much time he had wasted by coming down here.

Reluctantly, George turned away from the enticing smell of food and hurried back the way he had come. He knew his gear and clothes were probably not in any of the rooms in the hallway, seeing as they were the men's bedrooms. So he was safely assuming they wouldn't be there.

Instead, George turned off to the left as he reached his hallway and ventured farther down the opposite side of the hallway, scanning for any place his belongings could possibly be being kept in. As he passed the doors, he made sure to quickly open them and check them quickly, he couldn't waste time searching them thoroughly.

George estimated he had 15 or so minutes to find his stuff and get out before the men in the dining room were finished and went to check on him. And he had gotten nowhere.

As he reached the last door, and defeatedly opened it, he realized it was a laundry room. And sitting on a table near the corner, was his neatly folded clothes and gadgets spread out next to his belt and bow. Luck is actually on my side today, for once. He cheered to himself, making his way into the room and gathering his stuff.