TW: Main character death (well not really, I promise nobody dies, but this chapter can still be disturbing.)

George POV

For the rest of the day things were simple.

Dream would bring me up for the last 2 meals of the day, we'd eat while he would look on his phone for a lot of it while I'd stare out the window, then after Dream put away the dishes he'd bring me back down to the basement.

I caught a glimpse of his lock screen just before he brang me down here and saw the time was about 7 pm, but I couldn't make out the minutes in time though.

I wonder what he does all day.

Dream POV

"NOOOOOOO." I screamed.

"AHAHAHA YESSSS." Bad screamed on the other side of the discord call.

Bad is an old fried I've had for a few years now that I met online.

And although he doesn't know it, we're complete opposites. He'd never hurt a fly or be violent unless it's in a video game and he really gets into it. He's also one of the sweetest people I've ever met.

He thinks I'm just a guy who plays too much Minecraft and lives out in the forest for no particular reason.

Where as in reality I've killed more people than I can count and live in the woods so I don't have to worry about anyone hearing my victims screams.

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But we get along nonetheless. If he found out what I do, without a doubt he'd turn me in or something.

"How the fuck did you even-"

"Language!" Bad yelled at me. I rolled my eyes playfully, though he couldn't see it, but continued anyway.

"How did you even kill me? You only have iron armor." I questioned, genuinely angered at myself for the most part. I almost always beat him in PVP.

"I backed you into a corner, muffin head." He laughed.

"Oh whatever. Another round?" I asked.

"Actually I can't, Zak and I are going out to eat soon and I don't want to keep him waiting." Zak, someone I'm not actually very fond of but am friends nonetheless. They've been dating for about 3 years now and I'm honestly surprised neither have purposed. "Maybe another time?" Bad asked.

"Sure." I agreed.

"Have a nice night!" I say with a smile.

Bad wishes me the same and we both log off for the night.

I decide on an going to bed early for the night and do just that after a nice shower and a change of clothes.

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"Dream!" I heard in the distance.

I slowly sit up from my bed.

Did I hear something?

"Dream!"

I heard again, this time slightly louder.

The voice seemed to be in distress so I quickly got out of bed and started following the voice.

"Dream, help!"

I heard coming from the basement door.

What the hell is he yelling in the middle of the night for?

Now knowing where it was coming from, I knew it was coming from the brunet.

"Hurry!"

I sped down the basement stairs fast and over to the door that had the brunet locked behind it.

I quickly undid the lock and yanked open the door.

I looked around for the brunet only to see him lying on the floor.

Cold.

Breathless.

Again.

Just like she was.

"NO." I shot up from my bed drenched in a cold sweat.

With no hesitation I threw the blankets off of me and ran down to the basement.

With the adrenaline coursing through my veins I ran down to the basement where I hoped to find George.

I took a deep breath before unlocking and opening the door with a loud bang as it made contact with the wall with the force I used to open it.

George immediately shot up in bed and looked around before he locked eyes with mine in fear.

The terror evident in his eyes as he froze in shock.

I speedily walked towards him and he backs away into the corner of the mattress in fear.

He was breathing heavily and shaking.

Oh god, he probably thinks I came down here to kill him.

But that's fine.

George is alive.

Right?

I make it to him and grab his wrist and put two fingers on it.

I had to tighten my grip as he tried to retract his hand from my grasp in panic, but I didn't let him.

I stayed silent for a moment, enhancing my senses and waiting.

The moment I found a pulse I release his wrist and he immediately retracts it as he continues to look at me with a terrified expression.

I ignore him as I move away from him and rest my back against the wall and let my legs fall off the side of the bed.

The adrenaline finally wearing off as I feel my body relax.

George continues to cower in the corner of the bed, shaking, just a foot or two away from me.

I figure I should explain somewhat... Or makeup a lie.

I can't say that I had a nightmare where I found him dead on the floor in a similar way I found my now dead, childhood best friend.

"I um... I thought I heard you scream..." I makeup a lie quickly.

I internally facepalmed.

There's no way he bought that.

I looked at him for a reaction and he just slowly nods looking me dead in the eye. Chances are he doesn't really believe me, but just doesn't want to argue about it-

Wait-...

Eye contact?

SHIT.

MY MASK!!!

"Fuck!" I yell as I get up abruptly from the bed, startling George who had only just began to calm down.

"I- you- I just- fuckk." I draw out as I run my hands through my hair and pace the room. He wasn't supposed to see my face. He never was.

"FUCK!" I yell out as I turn to the wall and punch it, immediately regretting it as I my knuckles immediately turn red and the pain travels through my whole hand.

But honestly, I couldn't care less about that right now.

George stared at me wide eyed as his eyes traveled from my bloody fist to my face. My face... Fucking hell.

"God fucking dammit." I whisper out as I begin to laugh lightly from the stress.

I look at George from the side of my eye.

It's not like I can kill him but...

Without another word I walk out of the door and up the stairs.

I glance at the clock on the microwave to see that it's 5:50 in the morning, and with the adrenaline and how it's pretty much morning already, there's no point in trying to go back to sleep.

What am I supposed to do?

Don't know...

I rub my eyes angrily with my right, uninjured hand and start to try and organize my thoughts which are currently running wild.

Just as I move my hand away from my face I notice that my knuckles on my left hand are already starting to bruise.

Shit. There's no way they're broken right?

I mean- Did I really punch it that hard?

I lightly touch the knuckle of my pointer finger and immediately flinch back as I wince in pain.

I should probably get George to check that out I guess... I mean it is why I kidnapped him...

But I really don't want to go back down there and face him...

But this would really suck if it is broken and I don't do anything about it.

After a couple more moments of consideration I make up my mind and start heading downstairs but just as I do I pause.

Should I get my mask?

Nah, no point anyways.

I continue walking downstairs and take a deep breath as I open the door to George's 'room', this time a lot gentler than before.

His eyes immediately shoot up and he tenses up in fear.

"Relax, come with me." I said as I started heading down the hallway with the hesitant sound of George's footsteps behind me.

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