Razderona • DNF

11 ︴help

tw: abuse

His last class was stellar charms, which seemed to drag on for hours, so it was only natural that he dashed out as soon as the bell rung through the halls.

"Wait!"

George turned, noticing Dream reaching for his wrist. Sapnap was standing behind him, a giving him a small wave. He rose a brow, "what's up?"

Dream released his wrist, "we decided to wait for you to finish so we can take you to the school's ping pong area, Karl and Quackity are waiting there."

"There's a school ping pong area?" George asked, skepticism in his tone. He hadn't been told about that, but then again he only found out yesterday that the school had an underground pool.

Sapnap nodded, nudging George gently to urge him forward. George frowned, but continued on through the hallway, falling into step beside Dream.

"I'm glad you two came to get me, I would've been lost otherwise." George said with a chuckle, and frowned slightly when all the other two did was laugh in response. That's weird, usually they would tease me or say something. Why're they unusually silent. "Water..." He muttered.

Dream looked at him with a raised brow, "you thirsty?"

George stared at Sapnap hopefully, but when all he received was a blank stare in response, his stomach dropped. That's not Sapnap, or Dream. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want Otis to figure out he had realised, and he was slightly curious as to where they were leading him. Maybe this would be his chance to get some answers.

"Sorry, no," George shook his head and a laugh trickled from his lips. "Just speaking my mind, and water seems to be on my mind." He took out his phone, and unlocked it.

"Who're you texting?" Dream asked as they walked, attempting to peer at George's phone screen.

George tucked his phone closer to his chest, continuing to hurriedly type out a text. "Just Aiden, he was asking about some work he hadn't done."

"Oh, okay." Dream shrugged, and George narrowed his eyes when green hues finally peeled off of him. I've never spoke to Aiden in my life. He stopped outside of a set of glossy black double doors, pushing one open and motioning with his eyes to go in.

George stepped in, and as he expected, the doors slammed shut behind him.

"You knew they were illusions." George looked up, brown clashing with gold in a hard stare. "So there's no point in keeping them around anymore." A snap of a set of fingers filled his ears, and the two illusions of his friends erupted into gold particles.

"What did you want, Otis?" George asked, his voice cold, stern. At least he wasn't lying about the ping pong room, ping pong tables filled almost every inch of the room, excluding the area in front of a small door of which George assumed housed all the balls and rackets.

Otis was sat on one of the ping pong tables, his hands holding the edge of it. "I've been wanting to talk to you, but with a scary guard dog around you almost every living second, I haven't been able to."

George's eyes narrowed, "why?" He folded his arms. "Why would you think pretending to be my friends, and practically kidnapping me would be a good way to talk to me?"

"And yet even though you knew they were fakes, here you are." Otis replied, and George didn't have to look at him to know the other was smirking. "I don't have any ill intentions toward you George, I don't want to hurt you."

"I find that hard to believe," George snapped. "All you've been doing is making my life complete and utter hell."

"That's not my fault, you're the one that's misinterpreting my intentions." Otis shrugged, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards George.