Bottom Dream Oneshots 2.0

Bad DNF - Requested - You're not going back

Bad DNF (George x Dream)  (You can read Dream and Quackity as a ship if you want)
Requested by: PansexualShipper01
TWs:
- Abusive George 
- Broken bones
- Abuse
- Angst
- He broke his ankle and then arm :l 
- Ankle was an accident though
- Anyways
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Dream sat patiently in his seat, keeping his head down as worry spread through him. He got mad again and told him to stay in his seat. Dream had supposedly twisted his ankle really badly during one of his training sessions with Techno- he had accidentally made the pinkette fall on it as well, so that didn't help.

George insisted he would be fine and he should just get back to walking around like normal. He told Dream to suck it up and stop being a big baby over it, even after Phil had told him that he had managed to break something in his ankle.

"George, make sure he doesn't walk on it for a while- it needs to heal," Phil had said. George said he would but then scoffed the second they were out of Phil's sight. George had told him to walk on his own, ignoring the small pained sounds Dream made with every step.

It was only when he physically could not move his ankle without nearly crying in pain that George decided to leave it be. When George came back, he had a plate for himself- Dream wasn't expecting one for him as well, he learnt not to hope for those things. "You're really useless, you know? Can't even fucking walk," The brunette spoke in between bites of his food.

"You're lucky I let you live here," George added- that made Dream confused. George had moved in with him? "But you-" Dream started, quickly shutting up at the look he got. George stood up and walked to Dream, staring at him. "Wanna finish that?" Dream tensed up, shaking his head.

"You don't get to run away from this. Tell me what you were going to say," George demanded, moving closer and grabbing his arm. Dream was stronger than George but he was utterly terrified of him, especially when he was upset. The threat George was silently making was extremely clear.

"I was going to say.. 'but you moved in with me'.." Dream muttered, keeping his head down. George's grip on his arm tightened- Dream wondered if he'd actually follow through on the threat, had he fucked up again? "You're so ungrateful, Dream. So what if I moved in? I do all the work!" He yelled- that was far from the truth but Dream wouldn't dare say it.

Dream was the one to clean the house, fix any cracks, cook, so on and so forth. George only had to do them when Dream couldn't due to health- like now when he had broken his ankle, or another time when he had gotten so sick he had to be sent to Phil, who had a lot of experience when it came to treating people medically.

"You're right, I'm sorry George," Dream could only hope George would let go of it, if he didn't, Dream would probably have to see Philza again. "You will be," Dream forgot how to do literally anything when he heard a snap- followed by another. "You're so lucky I'm not a fan of blood," Was all George said before walking away.

 Dream held his arm tightly, willing the tears in his eyes away- George would get more upset if he caused even the slightest mess. He let go of his undoubtedly broken arm and grabbed his communicator, breathing shakily as he clicked on the first person's name who wasn't George. He didn't care who it was, he needed someone, anyone, anyone but George.

Dream wrote what George had been doing and sent it without a second thought, immediately regretting it. What if they told George? What if they didn't believe him? What if George found out? George usually uses his words to hurt Dream, it was only when he got upset that he'd get physical.

His communicator dinged, meaning he got a message- Quackity asked where he lived, apparently he had texted the man. Dream answered him and turned off his communicator, laying his head on the table. Dream heard a knock a few minutes later, shouting 'come in'. He was afraid to move.

He watched as Quackity opened the door and walked in, looking for Dream and quickly going to him. "Is he here?" Quackity whispered, tensing a bit at the small nod. "Dream! Ayy, my man! Let's go!" Quackity shouted in his usual voice- it would be weirder if he had stayed quiet, it was safer to yell and have George come down then it was to stay quiet and risk him coming done still.

Quackity carefully helped Dream up, whispering a promise to carry him when they were out of view from the house. "It's been too long! I figured we could have a day out!" Quackity continued, now George hopefully wouldn't question anything. The ravenette led Dream to his house, picking him up about halfway through the walk.

"Do you wanna stay with me? I can get your stuff, you'll be safe," Quackity offered. Dream didn't say anything, him closing his eyes tightly and trying to bring his breathing to be steady. "I'll tell Phil when we're at my house. Your arm looks.. really, really fucking bad," Quackity winced just by looking at it. There was a spot where the bone came a bit out of the skin, he had a really bad looking bruise forming in both places his arm was broken, and it was bent the wrong way.

Quackity shivered and pushed his door open, gently setting Dream down on the couch and asking Phil to come to his house with stuff for a broken arm. He didn't bother closing the door for now, he'd close it when Phil was there. Speaking of the man, he showed up a few minutes later. "Quackity?" Phil called, slowly walking into the house.

"Phil! Dream uh- Dream needs your help, he's here with me but his arm-" Quackity took a deep breath, leading Phil to where Dream was. Dream hadn't moved much, only now he was holding his arm again, his eyes still closed as he swayed a little bit. Phil walked over, wincing at the condition of his arm.

He quickly got to work in treating it, trying to keep it as painless as possible for Dream- he didn't have anything to lessen the pain or put him to sleep. Dream passed out somewhere in the middle of the treatment, freaking Quackity out. "He'll be okay, he probably just passed out from the pain." Phil hummed when he saw the other panicking, finishing treating his arm.

"I'll be back with some pain medication, make sure he doesn't injure his arm further," Phil left after that. Quackity sighed in relief and sat next to Dream, just on the floor. Phil was back and gone again before Dream woke up. The dirty blonde groaned quietly as he slowly opened his eyes, finding Quackity and panicking a bit.

 "You called me to pick you up, you never have to go back, Dream," Quackity spoke softly, holding one of Dream's hands. "..I have to go- George might-" Quackity cut Dream off, looking him in the eyes. "You're not going back to someone who abuses you. Stay with me, at least for a little while," Dream hesitated but reluctantly agreed. After eating and having some water, Dream fell asleep again. The next time he woke up, he was crying.

Every time he fell asleep after that, he had Quackity's arms around him- he had accidentally said how he really didn't want to be alone and at some point while sleeping, he had asked to be held.

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