Hybrid || DreamNotFound

The Real World

Dream POV

I scream.

I attempt to break free, I fail. I beg, without success. I uncontrollably cry.

This is hopeless, I've lost my battle to defend myself.

With force Quackity had rammed the hot, steaming rod into my back and let the iron burn through some of my fur and skin, causing such unbearable pain for me.

To tolerate some of it a little at least, I'd indeed have to turn into the hybrid, but I was just physically overworked that it was impossible for me to do it.

I thought it wouldn't be this bad. I'm unfamiliar with this kind of stuff. All I wanna do is get out of these chains because they're making everything so much worse. I've already injured both my wrists with the attempt of yanking them down out of the locks. But, of course no success.

Quackity kept pressing it in, not stopping. I was wondering if it'll ever end as it seemed like forever. And I swear he did it with this much force on purpose.

At some point he finally removed it which hurt even more for this split second, and then this cold air hitting my burned skin was fucking me up.

I looked down with my eyes squinted and teeth clenched, trying to bare with this pain. Then the sudden loud noise behind me of the iron rod being dropped to the floor didn't even startle me. "So!"

Quackity walked in front of me and took my muzzle off, along with the bandage around my ear and head and dropped those next to him too. He lifted my chin a little which I opened my eyes at to look at what the fuck he wanted from me now. "I welcome you, this is the real world for you from now on. Got yourself stuck in quite the sticky situation, huh?"

As much as I didn't want to, I still understood and processed every word he was saying. It was making me feel real miserable.

He gripped my jaw and pulled my head to the side which pulled the skin on the back. Every little movement hurt. I couldn't help but hiss from this pain again.

Quackity was brightly smiling and looking just so satisfied with what he was seeing from me.

What a sick bastard he is.

He let go of me and at that exact moment my hands were slowly being brought down with the chains, allowing me to move more.

If I had the strength now, I'd take Quackity's life in an instant. At least attempt it. But I couldn't, I barely even stood on my feet.

Quackity stepped back a little and let Sapnap and Karl open the metal locks on my wrists. As soon as I felt free, I dropped to my knees and made myself smaller in posture.

I wanted to be away from everyone to let me deal with this in peace, but this was stressing me out.

This time I refused to listen to their words as they seemed to be talking about something. Discussing things. But for some reason, when I heard the mention of George, my ears went up and so did my head. Reacting as if my own name was called by him.

The three were laughing "Right?? What a fucking puss!" Quackity said. "No clue why he's still here, honestly. Schlatt was probably drunk when bringing him in at that time" he rolled his eyes with a sharp smile.

I wiped the tears out of my face and kept on watching them.

"He's the most useless here and it's surprising he managed to beat Sapnap at that" Karl grinned at the brunet, seemingly teasing him.

Sapnap raised his brows, offended "What?! The hell's that suppose to mean???"

Karl began to laugh and went to the locks on my ankles.