𝑰 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖...

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎.

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝙺𝚊𝚢! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢.

𝚃𝚆/𝙲𝚆: 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 - 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 - 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 - 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 - 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝(𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝٫ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗٫ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. ) - 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎.

Third POV:

"George.." A low voice sneered from behind George, a rough hand gripping his shoulder tightly. 

"You're fucking cheating on me? I've done so fucking much for you, and this is how you repay me? Fucking sl*t, you're using Wilbur just like you've done to all those people at your past job... you're no better than-" Dream had the short brunet pinned to the theater's back wall at the very top of the isle, but since the place was basically empty, no one knew what was happening. 

Dream was cut off by a large build tackling him to the ground, yelling now filling the echoey theater room, background noises from the movie happening. 

The brunet began sobbing now. Why him? He didn't want this to happen. He should've pushed Wilbur away...but...it felt so fucking right..

A loud slam interrupted the brunet's crying session, as a groan followed. Wilbur's head was leaning against the wall, as Dream had a rough hold on his hair. Wilbur lifted a hand up to his head, touching it and wincing as he felt a liquid substance trickling down the back of his head. 

"HEY. TAKE THAT SHIT OUTSIDE!" A voice called. Someone had walked into the theater, supposedly a worker, and pushed the three outside. "Fucking...-" the man's voice trailed off as the glass doors slammed behind him, and the three were now outside of the building, standing under some streetlights.

Dream was breathing rapidly, now having pinned Wilbur to the concrete sidewalk, as Wilbur grunted, his hands placed on the blond's forearms that held him down, now switching their positioning quite swiftly. "You fucking did that to his neck?" Wilbur screamed into Dream's face, as Dream began choking from Wilbur seeing as he had his hands wrapped around the blond's neck, tightly gripping it. 

"T-the fuck?! NO, He's a fucking liar. That little bitch can't do one fucking thing I asked of him-" Dream was about to continue, but a loud slap was echoed across the parking lot. "Fucking say it. Say that you didn't do that. If you can, I'll let you go with only a few cuts and bruises. If you can't, I'll call the cops, and simply report you to the police for domestic abuse and violence to significant other." Wilbur smiled darkly. George had his head buried into his knees, but lifted it to find his phone immediately.

George found the phone, frantically calling Sapnap. 

"NICK?" George whisper-yelled. He went around the corner so the other two fighting men couldn't hear. 

"George?- dude it's fucking 7:30. What do you want, Karl isn't here if that's who you wanted-" Nick started, but was cut off by screaming and yelling.