[Dreamnotfound]Anarchy

Chapter Two; Reunion

George awoke with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth covered with tape. He was in another lift, the gang leader from before was standing in front of him with two goons on either side. They all looked pretty nasty, scars and dirt covered their bodys. The adults were right about the people from the surface being ruffians. They all could use a wash and new clothes. The lift stoped with a jolt, the doors opening to reveal a balcony. The goons shoved George out, following their leader.

"M-Mr J." The leader said suddenly sounding nervous, "W-We've brought another brat for trade!"

A man sat in a thrown on the opposite side of the balcony. He stood and looked at the leader, who stepped aside to reveal George. The man was tall, with chocolate brown hair and ram horns his ears were that of a goat. He wore a black tux with a brown tie toping it off.

"Ah excellent !" He leaned down to George's height and looked him up and down. "Quackity can you make sure our mole is up to standard?" He said as he stepped away.

Another suit wearing man walked out of the shadows and the goons moved away from George as he came up. This Quackity, strange name by the way who in the world would name their child that, had short black hair and wore the same suit as Mr J. The only difference the man had from his boss, George could only guess the goat man was his boss, other than looks was his bright blue tie. Quakity walked around George and after poking at his arms and legs, which was very annoying, he walked to Mr J.

"He seems okay." Quackity said standing at Mr J's side.

"Good! Take him to the Containment room or whatever!" Mr J waved them off as he walked back to the thrown.
Quackity nodded and looked at the goons.

"You heard the man! ¡Vámonos! ¡Vámonos!" He yelled at them, as George's world turned back once again.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake. George grumbled,
"Five more minutes…!" He hope everything was a dream, that he'd wake up in his warm bed.

"Come on get up!" A stranger urged.

George shot up and looked at the stranger. He was another boy around George's age, early twenties by the way he wasn't THAT old, with messy chocolate brown hair and silver almost white eyes. He wore a black poncho with brown stripes on the edges.

"Good your up!" The boy exclaimed happily

"W-Who are you?" George asked

"Oh my names Bad!" The boy said, his tone happy.

Georges mind was trying to wrap itself around how this guy sounded happy. Like hes been held hostage by this shady mafia leader of some kind. Not only that but what are with these names? Quackity? Bad? What was there going to be someone named Dream?! George doubted it but it wasn't unlikely.

"Why do you sound so happy?" He asked

"Well you have to make the mood nice somehow!"

"Where are we?"

"To many questions! Let me ask some. Who are you?" Bad asked, pointing at George.

"Oh my names George" George responded.

"Now where we are well-" Bad paused thinking. "Wait George? You must be Sapnaps mole friend!" Bad exclaimed and grabbed George's arm. "He'll be so happy to see you!"

"W-Wait you know Sapnap?!" George asked as Bad draged him across the room. Sapnap wasn't his friends real name by the way, forgot to mention that. George just always called his friend that since it was his gamer tag and he just got used to it.

"Of course! We were brought in together and he never stoped talking about the trouble you two got into in your mole burrow!" Bad answered, smiling.

Mole? Why do these Ruffians keep calling George a mole? He wasn't an animal! But at this point he wasn't paying attention.

George's eyes widened as he saw the familiar black hair and white bandana.
Sapnap was an inch taller than George, with jet black hair. A white bandana cut through it making him seam monochrome. He wore a white shirt with a black under shirt and leggings matched with black boots. A yellow and brown fire graphic was the only bit of color his outfit had. He was standing next to another boy, with dirty blond hair. A white mask counseled his face and most of his body was covered by a muted yellow poncho. He wore black, turtle necked, under armor under the poncho with black combat boots. But George payed no mind to him he was just happy that his friend was alive!

"SAPNAP!"

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Idk if I'll upload the next chapter next week but we'll see.
~Newt