Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 11

Dream rushed George out of the bathroom, Punz, Sam, and Ranboo hurrying past him to clean up the bathroom. They couldn't let anyone know what had happened. Dream had purposely murdered someone there and the police would be able to put him and possibly his crew in jail.

He didn't know who the man was that tried to kill George, or why. All he cared about was that George would live. He loved the brunette, and he wouldn't let him die before he told him how he really felt.

Dream took the back entrance, afraid the cameras would spot him and they wouldn't be able to erase the footage in time. Outside, the cool summer air surrounded the two, doing nothing to comfort the blonde. He turned towards the cars, keeping in the shadows of the neighboring buildings as much as possible, there could possibly be some outside.

George groaned in pain from in his arms and Dream shushed him gently, whispering comforts in the injured brunette's ear. "It's alright, you're fine. I'm going to get you help."

George didn't answer, he laid limp in Dream's grasp, breathing unevenly every now and then. It was a miracle he was still awake in his condition. But then again, George was no stranger to injuries or pain.

Dream quietly made his way towards the direction of the cars, taking a shortcut through a well darkened alleyway. It was perfect for their escape. As he turned the corner to leave the lane and into the parking lot of the theme park, a figure stepped forward out of the shadows. Dream glanced down, noticing the gun illuminated in the person's hand.

The blonde froze in place, contemplating his situation as the figure stepped forward into a beam of moonlight. It was a tall, brown haired man. He wore a large tan trench coat and had a rust-red colored beanie half slipping off his curly hair. The man smiled at him, before smirking at George in his arms.

"I see Sapnap failed." The man spoke, pretending to inspect the handle of his pistol, absentmindedly. But Dream was no stranger to traps, he knew if he made one move to escape he would be shot dead where he stood.

"Sapnap? Wait-" George's childhood best friend?!?! I killed his best friend.

The guy nodded, looking up at Dream, "Oh well, guess I'll just have to finish the job, just like I have to do every time." He sighed irritably, before raising his gun, aiming it at George lying, eyes closed, in Dream's strong grip.

Dream turned George more into his chest protectively, eying the man. He had no idea how to get out of this one. "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, a bit surprised at the question, "Oh? Has George not told you yet?" He paused for effect, "It's Wilbur." He bowed mockingly, straightening to see Dream's darkening face at his words.

"You." Dream spat through clenched teeth, "You tried to kill George."

Wilbur nodded, his smile fading as he glared at George, "Tried."

Dream took a deep breath, trying to control his hatred for the man who had almost murdered the boy he loved, the brunette who didn't know he loved him.

"You don't have to do this."

Wilbur barked a laugh, "Of course I don't haaave to do this, but I want to, so I will. You can't stop me, can you?"

Dream suppressed the fear igniting in him as Wilbur cocked the pistol at them, "Why do you need to kill us? You have what you want, you have your money." He tried to reason with the half-crazed looking man standing before them.

Wilbur paused, "Because, I don't like leaving loose ends. You should know what I mean, Clay."

Dream inhaled a breath sharply, he hadn't heard that name since the day he moved out of his parent's home and started anew in Orlando. "How do you know my name? Who told you?" He demanded, half afraid of the answer. No one knew his real name other than his parents and few relatives, he had made sure of that.

Wilbur grinned maniacally, "Because, I'm the uncle you never knew you had."

Dream felt his arms weaken around George, and he had to fight to keep them steady. Wilbur was his uncle??!!? When were his parents ever going to tell him? Did his parents even know?

"But, how?"

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, "Wouldn't you like to know. If you do, you'll listen to what I say. Turn around and start walking."

Dream stood exasperated, he didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was falling apart, he thought he knew everything, he thought he was in control. Wilbur couldn't be his uncle. Or, he could.

The blonde turned obediently and walked slowly as Wilbur directed him out of the alleyway and into a car. The tall brunette ordered them to sit in the back seat and if Dream wanted anyone to help George he wouldn't try anything. He warned Dream that even if he did, by then George would be long dead.

Dream agreed reluctantly, too afraid for the brunette who had lost consciousness long ago. He had put up a good fight staying awake at least. Had he heard my name?

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They reached the brown house after fifteen minutes of driving. Wilbur had told Dream to hand him and George's phone over at the start of the drive and crushed them, leaving them with no contact to anyone. They were helpless and George was more dead than alive.

Dream carried George inside carefully, letting Wilbur tie himself up and watching from afar as Wilbur bandaged George up just enough so as he wouldn't die.

He felt like he was just in a daze as Wilbur tied George to the chair next to him. But before he could ask what Wilbur was going to do with them, he felt a sharp pain to his head and he blacked out. 

Ik it's a short chapter, but I needed to stop it somewhere. Everything will be tied together in the next chapter I promise. This is like the most planned out story I have, so. :) 

Any questions? 

Why sad? Happy. -G