DNF Oneshots || DreamNotFound

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MEGA GORE WARNING
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George First Person POV

It had been a long day at work, a shitty job in an office. I'd spoken to my colleague's throughout the day, they had nothing fun to say. The noise of your fingers clacking on the keyboard sounds silent when you get used to it. God, it's so boring. If only something could spice up my life once in a while.

Oh well, that boy at the coffee shop was quite nice, I had a nice chat with him. What was his name? Chris? Charlie? Starts with a C... Clay! That's it, I insulted his name the first time I met him. I think he took the joke well, maybe?

Wait why am I talking about him? I have a boyfriend. Oh god, I have a boyfriend and I haven't spoken to him all day. He'll be so grumpy.

By the time I finish my shift, I look outside and it's already dark outside. I guess it is October so everything will change now. Spooky season.

I pick up my bags and coat and leave the office, breathing in the fresh air when I exited the building. When I say fresh, I mean dirty, weed-smelling air.

I make my way through the streets, avoiding any dodgy looking people on the streets.

I take out my keys and open the door. The lights are off, huh, that's odd. Maybe he went out. He couldn't still be sleeping.

"Babe?" I look around the house. The kitchen, the living room, our bedroom, hell, even the loft. But I couldn't find him anywhere. I messaged him at least a thousand times and rang him a couple hundred before I started panic.

Where could he be?

I look over my phone and go to message him again but realise I could just go on find my phone and find him that way. I look at where he is and... hey hang on, this is the boy from the coffee shop's address? Why would he be there.

Whatever, I waste no time and leave my apartment and head to this sweet boy's house. I think he told me he was 21, maybe 23. I can't remember. Why am I talking about him? I should be worrying about my boyfriend. And especially, what he's doing with this man.

I find the house, number 13. That's where he lives. I go to knock on the door, but it's already unlocked and open. How strange.

I walk into the room and hear some distant heavy breathing and a sort of squelching noise. I don't know, but I follow these sounds into a kitchen. I think.

"Clay?" I call out his name and not my boyfriends, I don't know why but I just have the urge to. And then I hear a ripping sound and more wet noises.

I have to admit, I was scared shitless, I slow down as I reach the kitchen door frame and slowly put my hand on it. It smelt like something was dead in the house. I heard a big sigh, and then more wet noises, and then a crack, "Oh, shit."

I jump at the voice which isn't my boyfriends and suddenly spin around the corner and stare at what seemed to be this boy from the coffee shop and my boyfriend's corpse.

I watched in horror, my words unable to come out. My eyes already brimming with tears.

I watched as the blonde dragged out the spine of my lovers, it being stuck half way in and him struggling to rip it out. All of his skin dangled to the sides from where Clay had skinned him. His organs spilled out to the sides along with blood pouring everywhere. And then there was another crack. He had broken the top of the bone, making a sharp point on it. But he just kept pulling at it, stabbing his hand. Now not only my boyfriend's, but his own blood on his hands.

I honestly don't know how he didn't see me, shaking there, tears streaming down my face. He looked so concentrated on tearing my lover to shreds. The ripping noise was his skin being torn by the bone. More pieces of his bones crumbled to the ground. I could almost throw up.

I raise a hand to my mouth and let out a violent scream, a scream I didn't know I could make.

Well, that draws his attention. He suddenly gets up and puts his bloody hand over my mouth. I feel sick.

And I suddenly drop to the floor in tears. The man beside me crouch to me and silenced me "Shh shh shh.." I heard him.

Every time I tried to open my mouth to speak, more screams came out. I couldn't speak with the fresh scent of blood smeared on my face.

"You melt my heart."

I heard the sick man say.

"You are all mine."