Blurry Nights

Chapter Thirty | Deal

Dream was aware of the unfolding events, yet that did not require his acknowledgment. Granting Gibson the desired response wouldn't stop his actions; nevertheless, pretending as if nothing was happening would eventually become boring to him.

Dream learned to be emotionless, block out everyone and everything around him. Sometimes it would work, but other times Gibson would threaten George's safety for some kind of reaction. He could play the role quite well, given all the practice he had had over the years.

"Clay! Are you paying any attention to what I'm saying?" Gibson shattered the silence. Dream responded with an eye roll, "Yes." Gibson's eyes narrowed. Dream let out a sigh, "Yes, sir, I am listening."

Gibson stood up, snapping Dream out of the trance he had put himself in to avoid the trauma. "Do you really give a shit about George?!" Gibson scolded him.

"What do you want?" Dream gazed at him, his eyes devoid of expression. "I can't act as if I love you when I don't." Dream's words lacked emotion, delivered mechanically, like a robot's.

Gibson left his room, slamming the door on Dream in frustration. Dream let out a breath he was holding in. Sometimes he just wanted to go under the covers and just sleep with zero care for everything around him, but everything was layered in Gibson's stink.

Dream just wanted to go back to his isolated cell and get away from Gibson for a few hours. Gibson had yet to tell him what he needed to do to keep George safe, and after the slight argument, he could only guess that Gibson had locked him in his room, with no clothes as well.

Dream wrapped a blanket around himself and surveyed the room. The contrast between his living spaces at Blue Skies and Dexile Coast was stark. Gibson's residence at Blue Skies exuded luxury, while the current surroundings felt akin to a cramped hotel room. Then again, Gibson did have his own cabin at Blue Skies.

Unfortunately, here there were no fancy-smelling items, unlike Blue Skies, which meant there was no way to get out of Gibson's stink, which was much stronger here.

Dream felt as if he should just abandon the blanket to keep Gibson's scent slightly away from him, but it would make no difference when Gibson was all over him only minutes ago.

It became increasingly challenging to tire Dream out, often leading Gibson to depart abruptly without warning. Gibson would possessively protect Dream's belongings, treating them as his own, which felt demeaning. Dream refused to let it affect him, especially when there was nobody else around. Dream remained Gibson's hidden secret, known only to Dave, the women he encountered during his prayers, and George... he hoped George was doing well.

Dream had never felt as utterly hopeless as when Gibson subjected George to rape in front of him. Usually, Dream wouldn't care about whatever Gibson did to him personally, but involving George in such a way was devastating. Unlike Dream, who had developed coping mechanisms over time, George lacked the same tactics, having endured repeated acts of sexual violence that led him to block out everything.

Dream was dragged out of his thoughts when Gibson, followed by the women, stepped into the room. He froze. "What is going on?" Dream spoke nervously before clearing his throat and taking on his unemotional stance.

"Clay, Jainy, Jainy, Clay! I believe y'all have already met?" Gibson smirked, looking over to Jainy, then back to Dream. "Uh, yeah.." Dream hugged the blanket closer to his body feelings uncomfortable in the situation. Gibson had never brought anyone else into his room with Dream, so he was instantly worried.

"I got some help to make things a bit more... interesting," Gibson smirked. Dream didn't like the sound of that at all.

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Skeppy watched George from a distance, almost as if begging George to let him talk. Skeppy had to understand that George wanted to be alone. He laid his head on the table. George was low on sleep; he hadn't been sleeping at all since Dream left.

Things seemed to be moving along as if the missing patients meant nothing to anyone. The other, we're smart, not making friends, and engaging in the therapy sessions.

Sometimes George wanted to talk to Skeppy or Eret despite the warning, but he would be a good puppy to get Dream back.

George's daze was interrupted by Sapnap sitting in front of him.

Was he back?

"What happened, Sapnap?" George whispered. Sapnap leaned in closer and replied, "The suicide room. We have to find a way to escape from here." Sapnap's voice was barely audible. George shook his head in disbelief, asking, "How?" George let out a sigh. "Isn't Bad on our side? Can't he help us break free?" Sapnap questioned. George shook his head, feeling perplexed. "I don't think it's as straightforward as that."

The two were interrupted by Gibson, who walked over to them. Sapnap glared at him with rage as he was about to attack him when George shook his head sadly. Sapnap knew Gibson was his only way to Dream and Karl.

"How can I help you, Gibson?" George stepped forward with zero emotions. Gibson smirked, clearly happy with George's obedience. "Clay and I have made ourselves a deal." Gibson gave him a sickening smile.

"Now, you must fulfill your part of the agreement. I have managed to relocate Clay's cabin, and all that remains is you. You must stay completely away from Clay, or I will send him right back to Dexile. Can you do that, George?" Gibson inquired. George let out a weary sigh and responded, "Yes, but Karl needs to come back as well." George's words caught Sapnap's attention.

"I will let Karl come back if Nick could also agree to the same terms." Gibson turned to Sapnap. Sapnap pulled his hand through his head, "Yes, I'll do the same." Sapnap grumbled.

"Good, good! If any of you guys don't listen, I will have them move there permanently until their treatment is over, got it?" Gibson waited for a response. Sapnap looked at George, who nodded, "Got it." Sapnap replied.

"That's that." Gibson turned away, going behind the doors, possibly back to his office. Sapnap turned to George. "Is this a good idea?" George nodded. "We don't have a choice, Sapnap..."

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Sorry for the slow chapters, I'm having a hard time with my family and my mom being in and out of the hospital, and me blaming myself for it. Han has been re-uploading chapters of Operation: Merciless, so that should keep y'all entertained until things get sorted out. Regardless, y'all are awesome, don't forget it.

Stay Calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

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