tw. Gun.
that's when george woke up. "fuckkkkk." george whispered he wished this dream was real. he didn't know why. but he wished that it was a reality. he sat in silence. his thoughts were everywhere. he didn't like dream so why did he think about him? he was straight. he's never thought about a man like that. was he straight? wilburs pov. (the night george got taken) wilbur sat on the couch in the living room. the music at the party was so loud. he could barely hear his own thoughts. "where is george he was supposed to be here an hour ago?" wilbur thought to himself. he turned on his phone and texted george "hey bro where are you. you were supposed to be here a little bit ago? is everything okay?" no answer. wilbur didn't think about it too much. he might've just stayed home and slept. he got up and went to the kitchen to grab a drink. he thought to himself, george doesn't just bail on people like that. he was very consistent with his plans. he always showed up even if he wasn't feeling like going. he poured the beer into his red solo cup. where the fuck was george? he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and hit the call george button. "this is george! please leave a message at the beep." beep "hey george its will. i was just wondering where you were at? i've been waiting for a little bit. it's fine if you didn't decide to come or something i understand. but please call me back when you can! i'm a little bit worried." he pushed the end call button. he decided to just party how he usually would. maybe george would show up or call back. 2 hours later still no answer or call back. he got in his car and started it up. he was going to go to georges dorm to see him. he began driving. "george is fine, i'm just overthinking." wilbur thought to himself. that's when he saw georges car. the headlights still on. the trunk open. a spare tire on the ground. his phone laying in the grass. "what the fuck." wilbur yelled. he parked his car quickly and got out. he opened georges car doors to see if he was in there. nothing. "GEORGE." he screamed. "GEORGE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??" that's when the tears started rolling down. where the fuck was george? is he okay? he grabbed out his phone and dialed 911. georges pov. (starting where we left off) george laid in his bed. his thoughts were all over the place. he couldn't focus on one thing at a time. "what the fuck is wrong with me?" he thought to himself. the door slightly creeped open. his head shot in the direction of the door. sapnap stood there. "SAPNAP!" george yelled. "hey." sapnap seemed different. he was pale. his eyes were gray. his lips were chapped. he just seemed off. "are you okay? how are you feeling?" "i'm fine george. me and dream talked and stuff. that kiss was a mistake. it didn't mean anything. i just wanted to feel something. don't take it personally. i don't like you that way." sapnap had a serious tone. ouch. rejection always got the best of george. even if he's never had feelings for them. every time someone would reject him it would hurt. "it's fine don't worry about it. i didn't really like it anyways." that was a lie. it's the first time he's felt something in years besides pain. "okay cool. i'm gonna go now. bye." "see ya." george just laid there. a million thoughts running through his head. why did no one like him? how did he get himself into this situation? hes so lonely. he has no one. he's a disappointment. he feels so empty. his stomach rumbled. he was hungry. but he didn't want to eat. thinking about food made him want to throw up. footsteps approach his door and dream stands in the doorway. he was staring directly at george. dream was holding a gun. dreams pov. he was going to kill george. today was the day. and nothing would change that. dream walked towards georges bed and stood above him. "what are you doing dream?" george said with a concerned tone. dream stayed silent. it was the best thing he could do. he didn't want george to beg for his life. he just wanted to make it easy. he held the gun up to george's head. "no no no no PLEASE DONT DO THIS. PLEASE DONT I DONT WANT TO DIE!" george screams were so loud you could probably hear them from miles away. dream stood there and put his finger on the trigger. it was now or never. "CLAY PLEASE. I LOVE Y-"george cut off. he couldn't believe what he almost just said. dreams eyes widened. the fact that george said his name and almost said he loved him was incredibly shocking. his finger pushed closer to letting the gun go off. but he couldn't do it. dream turned around and dropped to the floor, letting go of the gun. tears rolled down his face. its been so easy to kill his other victims. but george was different. he couldn't do it. dream could hear georges muffled cries in the background. it hurt him hearing it. why was he so hesitant to kill george. it's never been this hard. he didn't know what was going on. georges pov. what did he just say. he almost told dream he loved him. he didn't even feel love for him. he didn't know what he was thinking. he's never been so close to dying before. he's never been more scared. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." dream was panicking. george sat in silence. still hearing the muffled cries come from dream. that's when he saw it. the gun was still laying on the ground. this was george's chance. he shot up from his bed. grabbed the gun and pointed it towards dreams head. "don't move."
