Operation: Merciless

Chapter Twenty-Five | Isolated

~Dream's P.O.V~

Since the incident with Quackity, Dream hadn't seen anyone. The drug had worn off a long time ago, but it didn't change the fact that Dream was bored. He was frustrated: he needed entertainment, but he wasn't getting that.

Dream used to be able to trick the officers, but now they ignored him completely. Once in a while, though Dream would spot the terror plastered on their faces. That was amusing to him.

He had no idea how long it had been since his visit with George. The days seemed to blur together as his strict routine repeated over and over and over again. If they didn't need to, they wouldn't come close.

They had come and sedated Dream for a bit to make some changes to his cell. The whole thing was amusing to Dream who was held by two officers as they worked on his cell. Dream was loopy and chuckling during the whole setup, chilling the officers to the bones as he laughed.

They had added a new system which would automatically open the secondary cell door so Dream could access the shower and toilet during his set times without anyone needing to open it.

Dream didn't appreciate it when the sedation wore off. Tormenting the officers was the best type of entertainment and now he rarely saw anyone. He was always hopeful for getting food because that usually meant talking to the guards, but they ignored him no matter what he said.

Was this any better than what I did with George?

It made some sense, though. They were scared of Dream, but he still shouldn't be completely isolated. Dream knew better than anyone what would happen when you socially isolate a person. He had self control, but he also needed some kind of entertainment.

And blood...

Addiction was very dangerous. For Dream, addiction made him lose any sanity he had, similar to a wild animal that hadn't eaten in months.

Dream was currently tapping violently on the glass and humming to himself attempting to get the attention of someone.  When that didn't work, it caused Dream to fall into a further rage.

Dream banged his fist against the glass laughing hysterically to himself. When the officers came to see what was going, on Dream smiled at them. He ran his nail against the glass, causing it to screech as he ran it.

The guard was confused as Dream began to speak. "Y'know, this isn't any better then what I was doing to George..." Dream chuckled.

"We can't let you see others, Dreamer. It's a waste of your time in asking." The officer rolled his eyes. He knew Dream was trying to manipulate him.

"Let me talk to Quackity. At least he cares about my..." he paused, fumbling for the right word. "Well-being." Dream smirked circling his nail around the glass.

The officer shook his head. "Last time you met with Quackity you hurt him. We can't take that risk."

Dream slammed his hand on the glass. "LISTEN HERE, YOU ARROGANT IDIOT! If you leave me in here with no entertainment, then we're going to have a problem!"

Startled, the officer stumbled back. "What do you want Dreamer? You're not leaving your cell, in case you were going to ask."

Dream smirked behind his mask. "Paper, maybe a pencil? I'm not a bad drawer, actually!"