Forced love // dreamnotfound

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"What?" Dream watched him in confusion. "I just want to clean my teeth." George shrugged innocently.

He had started his plan. With or without the notebook, it needs to be started. "Fine." Dream said with a small smile coming back.

Few hours later, Dream left. George of course waited at least five minutes before checking the door. It was locked.

He had nothing else to do than to go and see what Sapnap has been doing in that room for the whole day.

He knocked, and Sapnap slowly walked to the door. "Dreams gone." "We're not allowed to be talking alone." Sapnap said with obvious hate for this situation. He was right, and George respected that.

"Right, just checked if you're alive." George waved goodbye and went to his own room.

It seemed so empty.

Exactly one hour later, dear Dream was back. With a toothbrush.

"Thanks." Dream threw the toothbrush right in Georges hands. He didn't respond to the thanks at all, just walked away.

Few hours later, Sapnap was streaming. Bedwars with Dream and George. They were winning a lot. "Fuck you, die." Dream as calmly as he could with his temper, tried not to lash out too much.

"What the fuck is wrong with this piece of shit?" Dream yelled and stood up. A guy, who seemed better than Dream from a perspective, killed him for the third time.

Both times at his own base, but the bed was in a lot of obsidian, so it should be impossible for him to get to it. He killed him for the fourth time, and destroyed their bed.

"Where the hell are you, idiots!" Dream yelled at them. Quite understandable, he had to take that guy on by himself, while his teammates were playing around on the other side of the map.

"Sapnap, mute." Dream said and both of them muted. George muted too, trying not to make it obvious that he did, so no one would suspect anything.

One of the doors opened, then steps ran towards the other. Dream was going over to Sapnap.

A loud punch, so loud that George could hear it, went trough the whole second floor. A few others soon followed, scaring George, a lot, but he chose not to go over there or he might have to go trough the same.

Dream really used Sapnap as a punching bag. That's seriously not normal. Sapnap was yelling out in pain after every single punch, how does Dream think Sapnap could take any of that and just go back to streaming?

"You fucking idiot, why are you so stupid!" Dream yelled at him and smacked his face one last time, before storming off back to his room. Dreams steps alerted George, fearing that he might now go to his newest addition punching bag.

"Alright, I'm back." Dream said like nothing had happened. How can one be this way, so incredibly messed up. "Finally, what were you doing?" George asked, trying to lose the shake in his voice that rang so loudly in his ears.

"Screaming at Sapnap, nothin' much you know." Dream said, and Sapnap soon spoke up too. George was guiltily intrigued of how Sapnap's going to sound like after this.

"Yeah, that was scary, he was full on yelling." Sapnap's voice was completely fine. How? It's so sad that he's so used to this, that his voice can be completely cool. George would probably be crying with his voice an octave higher.

"Alright..." George said, trying to sound as chill as possible. This happened only once thankfully, George fully expected him to do this every time they lost, but no.

The evening came running, all the rooms were dark, no one realizing that lights should get turned on.

All three of them were in their own rooms, not knowing what the others could be doing.

George on the other hand, had nothing to do unlike the two others. Not even a notebook anymore. What did Dream exactly think he could do, his room is empty.

As expected, George was laying in his bed, bored out of this reality. Random thoughts were the only thing keeping him sane in these conditions.

George slowly sat up. He was getting sick already, all the laying, his body was seriously out of shape, fighting for itself to be healthy and work the way it's supposed to.

One of the two doors, that weren't his own, opened. Either Sapnap or Dream just went downstairs. Probably Dream, since it's almost 7 pm, time for dinner.

They were allowed to get some snack throughout the day, but George didn't dare do such thing.

"George, Sapnap, food is ready!" Dream yelled from downstairs. Why did he say it so Britishy, with heavier British accent than George's.

He opened the door right after Sapnap did, he actually waited until Sapnap will be the first one to go.

They both went down the stairs like two soldiers ready for battle. Sapnap had a t-shirt on, and his right hand had a massive blue bruise, in the size of a fist. Wonder where he got it from.

It looked really bad, like a huge hemorrhage under his skin. It probably hurt a lot too, but just maybe Sapnap's so used to it, that he can't feel anything.

There were two plates on the counter, while Dream with his food was already at the dining table. His posture describable in one word - tilted.

Two more boys joined him, both avoiding looking at him. Sapnap was eating with his left hand, letting the right one dangle under the table.

It's got to be because of the bruise, it's definitely hurting so much that he can't eat, and that's just disgusting how Dream, the years of knowing him, he's not even looking like he cares for what he's done.

It was silent. Awkward silent. Dream took a breath to say something, but soon changed his mind, and kept on sitting with his back crooked.

Dream looked sad, usually he had at least a bit of a smirk, but nothing right now. It was impossible to read his face, impossible to understand what exactly could be going trough his thoughts.

Probably a murder plan or something.