Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 12

When George and Dream finally came too, Wilbur was leaning on the counter across from them, boredly playing with his pistol. He grinned as he saw the two awake. "Perfect. You're both awake. Now for the fun part."

Wilbur walked forward, stopping just a few feet from the two. He studied George's tired, bloodied face, and Dream's angry expression. "Who to kill first."

George's face went pale, "Wilbur don't do this, please. I've done so much for you, you can't kill me." He practically begged, the tears streaming down his face. Dream turned to him, astonished. This was not the George he knew, the strong, unbreakable brunette he admired. This was a broken, desperate person.

"And Dream didn't even do anything, why is he here. Don't bring him into this!" He leaned forward as he wept in fear and pain. Dream desperately wished to pull him into his arms and be able to say everything was alright, even when everything was falling apart.

"Oh, all those people I told you to kill? They weren't really bad people, well not to all of you. Just to me. They were people who double-crossed me in the past, I just told you they did horrible stuff so you wouldn't complain." Wilbur explained, watching as George's face became impossible paler, "You- You made me kill innocents?"

Wilbur nodded dismissively, "I didn't maaake you, you did it. It's all your fault." He said, cocking his head at George, who didn't meet his eyes. Wilbur smirked cruelly. "Aww, you got nothing to say? Oh yeah, that's because you did it. You are a murderer." He leaned forward whispering the last part into George's ear.

George flinched away, glaring up half fearful, half-furious up at the taller man, "What did you do to make Sapnap hate me so. And where is he? What did you do to him?"

Wilbur smiled wider, enjoying all the questions, but enjoying his answers even more, "I told him you killed his parents, he believes everything I say. Because I taught him to. I was the one to actually kill them. I needed them out of the way." George stared dumbstruck at the floor as Wilbur spoke, dread pooling in his stomach as he waited for him to finish. "I actually don't know where Sapnap is, he was supposed to kill you, but I guess something happened to him."

Wilbur turned to Dream, who looked up guiltily into Wilbur's sly smile. He's trying to make me the bad guy here. "You wouldn't happen to know, would you Dream? Seeing as you were the one carrying George out of the bathroom where the attempt took place?" Wilbur asked, innocently, feigning ignorance.

Dream gritted his teeth as he felt George's curious eyes on him, "Dream?"

"I-" He stammered, he felt like the room was closing in on him, "I killed him." He whispered, dropping his head, the dirty blonde hair hiding his tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry."

Wilbur grinned psychotically at him, watching as George's face flashed with sadness and betrayal.

"I didn't know, George! I swear! I've never seen Sapnap in my life! How was I supposed to know that the person a stab away from killing you was your best friend?" He defended, not meeting the brunette's hurt eyes.

George inhaled a pain filled breath, "I- I don't know how to feel about that." He settled on saying, knowing that he was partly to blame for not describing what Sapnap looked like to Dream, but also feeling the sadness that the person he had trusted the most in his life at the moment had killed the person he had grown up with. His first and best friend.

Wilbur watched it all with an eerily giddy smile on his face, Dream wanted to stab him to death, that sick bastard was enjoying this. "Ooooo, all the secrets being spilled, I love it." WIlbur clapped his hands, George felt sick to his stomach at the action, "It's my turn, I have a secret to spill." Wilbur said cheerily, leaning against the counter again. Dream's eyes widened fearfully,