Operation: Merciless

Chapter Twenty-Two | Visitors

~Dream's P.O.V~

Dream let out a low growl. He wanted nothing more then to slam Quackity against the wall.

The door opened, getting both Dream's and Quackity's attention.

Quackity turned to the officer. "What do you want?" They looked over at Dream who had no restraints.

Dream smirked at him behind his mask, he tilted his head to intimidate the officer. The officer backed away and Quackity turned over to Dream.

"Dreamer, leave him alone. He's come to tell us something."

Dream rolled his eyes. He had been preparing to attack the two, but his plans had been halted.

"George is here."

Dream's eyes widened. George? Quackity turned his attention to Dream, he knew this information meant something to the masked man.

"Okay, take him back to the cell," Quackity sighed, but Dream held his ground.

"You aren't going to see him without me!" Dream spoke, rage making him quiver.

Quackity turned to Dream, who was currently deciding a plan of attack. "If George is okay with it, he will see you. I have to approve him first, and you won't get that if you don't go with this officer back to your cell."

Dream was fuming. He didn't like people telling him what to do especially this "Quackity" person.

"Deal?" Quackity pushed Dreamer from his thoughts. He didn't want to obey, but he also wanted George.

"Fine.." Dream mumbled.

The officer approached Dream with caution. Dream wanted to scare the officer, but Quackity was watching like a hawk, not daring to look away, even for a moment out of fear that Dream might do something erratic.

Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask, holding out his hands so they could cuff him. The officer led him out. Once alone with the officer, he felt more in control.

This officer was clearly afraid of Dream.

When they got back, they forced Dream in, securing the door. Dream sighed pacing around the area.

He wanted George...

~George's P.O.V~

Technoblade watched from a distance while George sat on the table, waiting to meet with someone. They wanted to talk to George alone, but Techno insisted he stayed in the room.

After all, if anything happened to George, it would be on him.

The door opened, startling George. Technoblade stood up from leaning against the wall, watching as a man with a black beanie sat in front of George.

"You must be George. What are you doing here?" The man asked. Unlike the others in the prison, he wore no officer jacket.

Technoblade stepped forward. "He doesn't speak."

The man glared over at Technoblade. "Then how do you know he wanted to come here?"

Technoblade brought out the notebook, ripping out a page and gave it to the man.

'Can I see Dreamer?'

The man looked up from the sheet. "The name's Quackity. I've been put in charge of The Dreamer." He held out his hand. George got up, moving swiftly to hide behind Technoblade.