'I can already see a million ways and more of how this could go wrong.'

George POV

I woke up to silence.

A small smile made it's way up to my face in the peaceful atmosphere around me.

It dropped slightly when I opened my eyes to see the ceiling of the basement above me, but the smile was still there nonetheless.

I slowly sit up to stretch but the moment I sit up I'm met with the sight of the masked man sitting in in a wooden chair a couple of feet away from the foot of the bed.

My eyes widen and I suck in a sharp breath. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE?!" I yell as I jump a bit.

Not being able to fully comprehend the situation after just waking up, it takes me a good three seconds before I slap a hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in a sudden realization of what I just did.

Dream slowly stands up and walks over to the side of the of bed that wasn't against the wall.

I didn't turn my heard or move my eyes to look at him, so I could only see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him bend over a little bit before he swiftly moved away the hand that was covering my mouth and grabbed my chin harshly before forcing me to look at him.

"I'm sorry? Did you just yell at me?" He asks, not giving time for me to respond in any way before his grip on my jaw tightens. "Rule number one- and you better get used to learning these- You will never yell at me again. And if you do, I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?" He asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.

"Y-yes." I whispered out before feeling Dream release his grip on my jaw with a bit of a shove.

"Get up. Unless you'd rather skip breakfast for the day." Dream said walking away towards the door.

I scrambled to my feet almost immediately, following Dream out the door, out the other door, up the stairs, out yet another door and into the upstairs without a problem.

My eyes light up when I see the golden morning light shine through the windows.

"Go sit at the table and stay there." Dream said, not even turning around when speaking to me and instead continuing to walk in the other direction to the kitchen.

I go to the left and sit down at the head of the table and look out the window on the left wall.

Outside the window I saw a lot of things that surprised me.

Trees. Big ones.

Lots of them in fact.

I sat up in my chair a little to see more and the more I saw, the more I found myself surprised.

Thick trees crowded my vision, so I couldn't see more than maybe 20 feet from where the treeline started. Lots of bushes and dirt scattered the forest floor and I even saw a few wild flowers poking out from the dirt here and there.

Are we out in the middle of nowhere or something?

The sound of an egg cracking distracted me from my observation.

To my right, not so far away, Dream stood making what looked to be some eggs and bacon.

My stomach rumbled eagerly as the smell of the eggs frying made its way to my nose.

I never thought I'd be so excited for such a simple breakfast.

I turned back to the window just in time to see a squirrel with a bushy tail run up a nearby tree.

Cute.

I ducked down a little and looked up to see if I could see where the squirrel was going to, or maybe if it had a home up there, but the top of the window obstructed my view from seeing that.

I turned to look at another nearby window, the one across from me facing the front of the house.

Outside of that one I could see what looked to be a long, dirt, bumpy road.

You can't find roads like that in the city, so we must be out pretty far.

I sit zoned out for a minute or two before I see Dream silently walking over to the table with two glasses of water. He sets one down in front of me and one to my right.

I stare eagerly at the glass of water in front of me. I haven't had any water since Wilbur's party and that was more than a day ago.

Once his back is turned, going back to the kitchen, I immediately take the glass of water. Not wanting to show him how desperate I was.

When he was walking back he held two forks and two plates.

He set down one in front of me and the other in front of himself as he sat down in the chair to my right.

I sat for a moment wondering if I should thank him or not before deciding it's best to just stay quiet.

"What? No 'thanks'?" He asks in a sarcastic, joking manner.

I mutter a small "Thank you." Before I dig into my food.

Just some eggs and bacon, but it tasted amazing nonetheless.

While I begin to eat mine I see Dream move up his mask a bit to eat.

I would have looked to observe his features but I didn't want to be caught staring, plus I was way too hungry for that.

Once we both finish Dream continues to scroll through his phone as if I wasn't even here! It was a bit of an awkward silence for me so I just decided to fiddle with my fingers and stare out the window again.

A moment later he shut off his phone and put it in his back pocket and took both mine and his plates back to the kitchen.

As he was walking away I eyed his phone in his back pocket.

Now if only I could just get my hands on that-

Oh my god I just realized I'm practically staring at his ass-

I quickly look away back out the window.

I can't believe myself sometimes...

I put my hands on the table and look at them as I fiddle with them uncomfortably.

Dream came back and took the glasses from the table and put them wherever he put the plates.

When he came back he took out his phone again and started looking through it again.

Is he just not going to say anything?

He shut his phone back off after a moment and looked to me.

"Alright, c'mon." He said gesturing for me to stand up.

I slowly did and waited impatiently for him to tell me what to do.

Instead he didn't, he just gestured towards the door leading down to the basement and I understood.

I silently sighed but started walking towards the door anyway, looking down at my feet.

He opened the door and pushed me lightly towards the stairs so he was walking behind me, probably so it would be harder for me to escape if I suddenly decided to try to.

Without another word we made it to the door to the room I had been staying in.

"Go on." He urged, waiting for me to step inside the room instead of just silently standing before the door frame looking at my feet.

I don't want to go back in there for who knows how long.

I want to stay upstairs maybe.

Even if it's with Dream.

I slowly looked up at him- or his mask I suppose with a pleading look in my eyes.

"Please?..."

The moment the words left my lips I regretted them.

I expected Dream to lash out at me or yell at me to just get in the room.

But he didn't.

He just stood there, as if he were contemplating how to react.

It still scared me though.

He let out a drawn out sigh.

"How about we make a deal?" He stated.

"If, for the rest of the day you come up for meals and down afterwards without a fight then tomorrow... I'll let you stay upstairs." He said as if he regrets saying the last bit deeply. As if only when those words left his lips did he realize how bad of an idea this was for him.

I nodded my head eagerly.

Chances are he wouldn't offer me a much better deal.

Plus, maybe tomorrow that could create an opportunity for me to escape.

I walked in the room and he closed the door behind me.

I flopped down on the bed and sighed.

Now what?

Dream POV

I can already see a million ways and more of how this could go wrong.

This is giving George the perfect opportunity to try to escape.

And I know he probably will try seeing as he's already tried before.

But then again, he was emotional at the time and not thinking straight. Maybe now that he knows the 'at best' consequences he won't try? Eh, whatever, it's not like he'll succeed anyways.

Besides, this is a good chance to test if he will try again or not.

I walk back into my office and relax into my gaming chair.

I decide to take a break for the day and just play bed wars or something, so that's what I do.

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