TW: Threat of taking away food? Detailed death threats.

"I should kill you where you stand."

George POV

I sprinted towards the door as tears continued to run down my face.

I need to get out of here. Please let this be unlocked. Please please please please please.

Not quite being able to stop in time because of my speed, I crashed into the door. I quickly fumbled to open the door but found it to be locked from the outside. Something I failed to notice earlier, I probably would have if Dream hadn't pulled me away so soon.

No no no no no no no no NO.

I frantically shook the knob over and over as if that would somehow change the fact that it was locked from the outside and unless I had a key or something, I couldn't open it.

However, my frantic shaking came to an instant halt the moment I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I froze, not even turning around.

I was so focused on getting the hell out of here, then failing, that I didn't consider what would happen now that I failed.

"P-please I-" I didn't even have a chance to finish my sentence before the hand on my shoulder spun me around and slammed my back against the door.

My red, puffy eyes widened in fear as they faced a very angry masked man. My instincts kicked in and I used my hands to try and shove Dream away from me. However, I was unsuccessful as he swiftly grabbed both my wrists and pinned them on either side of my head to the door behind me.

My breathing quickened even more as he brought his masked face closer to my own which had even more tears streaming down it than before.

"I should kill you where you stand." He spoke deeply, through gritted teeth.

Distracted by fear and the feeling of my heart beating out of my chest, I barely noticed when he brought my wrists further up and switched it so he held them together in one hand so that his other hand went free.

At this point it was almost certain that this would be when he decided to use his free hand to slit my throat, and all I could do was cry about it. So I did.

"P-please." I stuttered out quietly, basically a whisper at this point.

"Now listen here." He said deeply, swiftly bringing his free hand up to grab a fist full of my hair and force my head upward more.

"I said that I would kill you if you tried to run and as much as I adore the idea of blood spilling out of your neck as you collapse onto the floor. I have better things to do than scrub the red stain of your blood off of my floor and dispose of your body. So I'm going to give you two options." Dream says.

His words sent shivers up my spine as he spoke of my death as merely an inconvenience to himself. Like a worthless object with little use. Something you would count down the days until you will no longer need it and you can throw it out to make room for something else.

"Your first option is the one where you walk down with me to the basement without a fight." Said Dream before his gripped tightened slightly on my hair and he pushed harder on my wrists has he leans in closer to my tear stained face. "Your second option is where you go on your journey to whatever afterlife you believe in." My shaking increased. "It's your choice. And might I add- both of these options result in me not having to see or hear you for the rest of the day."

I had never imagined myself actually face to face with a killer threatening my life, but now that it's here. It's fucking terrifying.

"So what will it be hm?" He asked finally.

I sucked in a shaky breath before speaking. "F-f-f-first o-option." I spoke quietly, holding back all of the audible cries that tried desperately to escape my throat.

"That's what I thought." He released his hands off of my wrists with a bit of a shove. His grip on my hair released as well and I nearly sighed in relief from the pain he eased with such a simple act. His left hand moved to grip my bicep roughly for the second time today and he began to roughly drag me over to the basement, rather quickly might I add.

He opened the basement door and dragged me down the stairs leading to the basement. Due to his careless speed walking down the stairs, I was more stumbling and tripping behind him, but he didn't seem to care. I grabbed onto his arm that was holding mine for a bit of support as we made it to the end of the stairs, but the moment we made it to the floor he roughly removed my grip from his arm.

"Turn around." He grumbled, releasing his painful grip on my bicep for a moment.

I quickly turned around and faced the stair case while I listened to Dream punch in the code to unlock the door.

I gazed up at the stairs ahead of me.

Maybe this time I could make it? Perhaps smash a window?

No. That would be stupid, besides I've already angered him enough.

I glanced down on where he formerly gripped my arm to see a pink mark already forming.

That's sure to bruise later. I thought.

I heard the sound of pressure being released coming from the door before Dream grabbed my arm again and dragged me through the hallway.

Since the door to the room I woke up in was already unlocked, he simply shoved me inside so I fell onto the cold, cement floor. Upon impact my elbow is the one that took most of the fall as pain seared up my arm in a sort of shock wave.

I turn over on my back to see Dream standing over me from the door frame.

"If I so much as hear you make the slightest sound from upstairs for the rest of the day, I'm not bringing you food for a week." Dream threatened.

With that, he shut and locked the door. Leaving me within the cold walls of the basement.

I took his threat seriously of course, although I doubt he would be able to hear me much anyways. He probably just doesn't want me screaming or something.

I listened to his steps fade into the distance as he walked up the stairs.

I waited until I could no longer hear his footsteps anymore until I allowed myself to cry quietly.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Why did the door have to be locked?

What am I even supposed to do for who knows how long until the day is up and leave this stupid basement?

From what I remember, it was night time from what I saw out the windows. So does that mean it's the next night or is it the same night as it was when he took me?

I let out a choked sob as I continued to sit on the basement floor where Dream left me.

I tried to quite down my crying as much as possible. Despite probably being around 20-30 feet underground, I don't know how sound proof this all is and I wont be taking any chances.

Time skip

An uncertain amount of time later I managed to quite down my sobbing so now it was just a few occasional tears and shaky breaths.

I decided to see what was behind the door I saw earlier so I bring myself to my feet and stepped slowly towards the wooden door I saw earlier.

I shakily bring my hand up to the door knob, wondering if I should even do this, or if Dream would get mad at me for snooping around, before figuring that if he didn't want me going in here it would be locked or he would have said so.

I slowly turned the rusty, iron door handle and pushed the door open.

Inside there was a small bathroom, nothing special. I flipped on the light to see a little better and saw a nicely kept looking bathroom. I don't know what I was so worried about, it's not like I just walked into some room that holds all of everyone deepest, darkest secrets or anything.

I shut off the light and walked over to the bed and laid down. Not under the covers or anything. I didn't want to accept this place as my new 'home' like Dream was trying to make it seam. And accepting that kind of comfort would only be a step closer to accepting that. And if that means shivering in my sleep, I'm willing to do that to not accept this place as reality.

Maybe if I go to sleep, I'll wake up and this will turn out to be some huge nightmare. And instead of waking up in some psychos cold basement, I'll wake up at Wilburs place before enjoying the rest of my weekend without a large bruise on my arm from Dream's hand.

Yeah... That sounds nice...

Dream POV

I can't believe the little bitch tried to escape. And I was only trying to help him calm down!

See, this is what I fucking get for trying to be a nice person.

I angrily sigh as I walk over and to my office, the only door on the right of the hall.

You know what? Maybe I should have killed the fucker. After all, I did say I would.

My office is filled to the brim with unsorted machine parts, wires, and other random things. Along with my computer set up of course.

I sit down in my gaming chair and relax.

I take off my mask and set it to the side. I take off my hood as well and run a hand through my blond locks.

No... It's good that I didn't kill him. After all, I really don't want to bother on kidnapping another doctor. Besides, he's too cute to kill so soon.

But I should have at least hit him or something, let him know I'm being serious. He probably just thinks everything I've said are empty threats.

But oh well, what's done is done.

I turn on my my computer and glance at the right hand, bottom corner of the screen and read the time.

4:04 AM it reads.

Should I be going to sleep for a few hours? After all, it's been quite the eventful night and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep.

Despite wanting to play a game or something for a couple of minutes, I give in to my sleepiness and turn off my computer setup and grouchily walk up stairs to my room.

Once inside I flop onto the bed immediately, not even bothering to take off my hoodie or anything.

Next time I see him though, no more 'Mister nice Dream.'

I declare.

Moments later, my eyes give into the sleep and shut closed.

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