Operation: Merciless

Chapter Twenty | Touchy Subjects

~Dream's P.O.V~

Dream paced around his room, he had no idea how long he had been in the prison for and he didn't really want to know. Trapped like an animal, Dream liked control; control over all situations. He didn't have any of that here: here he was trapped.

Dream kicked at the glass, shocking his foot. He could care less; at least he had control over the pain he conflicted on himself. Perhaps that was what was keeping him somewhat sane.

He dragged his feet around the cell, stopping to wave at the camera that was just outside the door of his cell. They couldn't give him access to anything that might be used against them.

Dream let out a sigh. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed with so many different things nagging at him. Maybe it was the fact that he was alone or that George wasn't around.

Dream licked his teeth. He was thirsty, not for water but blood. His mouth was dry and the water that was supplied was doing nothing for him. Dream had to come up with a plan. He needed blood.

Surely it can't be that hard to get?

He could use his nails, but it would still be difficult. He smirked to himself heading toward the door.

"Hey! It's around the time! I can use the restroom? Don't want me pissing in the cell? Maybe I'll aim for the camera!" Dream mocked with excitement.

He heard the door whoosh open, turning his attention to the officer. He smirked at them, giving them a wave.

"Let's make this quick," they grumbled. They unlocked the main cell door, letting Dream out.

They were about to leave the area when Dream lunged at the officer. The guard reacted overall pretty quickly to try to get Dream off of them, but they could only do so much with the deadly grip Dream had on them.

Dream pinned them to the ground as they called for backup. He got a ragged grip on their skin, which was good enough.

Dream bit into their skin letting the iron taste hit his tongue.

It had been too long..

Dream tried to drag out draining as much as possible before he was tazed. It didn't do much to Dream since he had used different types of torture methods on himself when he first started the facility.

Dream took the last few minutes to tear into their neck, there was nothing they could do at that point. The officer was dead.

When Dream was finally sedated and dragged out of the room in a psychotic rage, a smirk was on his lips as he wheezed, blood dripped from his chin.

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Dream woke up groaning . Dream was surprised to see the mask covering his face. Dream noticed a note on the ground making his way over to it.

"Made sure they kept it on, take this as you please. ~Quackity"

Dream tilted his head. Did he have an ally in the prison?

Dream smirked to himself. He wouldn't be trusted around guards anymore, that's for sure.

Dream never felt more restricted. He knew of the consequences, anything to taste blood one last time.