"Make a sound and I'll cut out your tongue and shove it down your throat."

George POV

2 days.

2 days have passed since Dream clarified the rules and our deal, meaning that in just 5 days I can get rid of the shock collar around my neck.

We fell back into routine these past 2 days. Wake up, Dream comes down, Dream puts the shock collar back on that he took off before I went to sleep, go upstairs, take a shower, eat breakfast, watch TV with Dream, eat the remaining 2 meals of the day, then go back downstairs, take off the shock collar, sleep. Everywhere we went Dream had to carry me though seeing as my feet hadn't yet healed. Somewhere in the mix of time Dream also got around to changing the bandages on my feet which never failed to cause me to grimace. On the bright side, they seemed to be healing quicker than expected. To help with the process, Dream also moved a stool into the shower that way I wouldn't need to stand.

Overall things were the same as before aside from the annoying metal ring around my neck. However Dream made the addition to the routine where occasionally he would leave me alone and go to his office.

The first day he did this I felt oddly uncomfortable about being on the ground floor all alone, and the silence aside from the TV felt unusual. The second day though, the silence was gone. I heard muffled, one sided conversations from the office. Like Dream was having a conversation on the phone with someone. And from the sounds of it, he was not happy about it at all. At some points I heard Dream shouting things like "This is ridiculous." and "You're one sick bastard, I hope you know that." and finally, the one that raised the most questions. "What's wrong with wanting a little extra vacation time?"

Now being the 3rd morning of the deal, Dream seemed particularly ticked off about something. All morning he's been pulling disgusted faces at the slightest mishaps of every day life as if they were personal insults. Like when he lost his footing while going towards the kitchen and he quite literally yelled at the floor and flipped it off. I held back a laugh at that one, but remembering the rule about taking signals, I decided it was for my own good to shove my face into a blanket to hide my giggles.

Oh come on people. You would laugh too and you know it.

Another example would be just now when he was pouring a bowl of cereal and spilled some milk on the counter next to be bowl. Then he slammed the milk jug down on the counter aggressively causing more milk to fly out of the top which only fueled his anger as he started yelling nonsense words like. "Fuck you milk! I never fucking liked you anyways! You're only good for cereal. Otherwise your the stupidest, ugliest, worthless, piece of shit, fatherless, cry baby, mother fucker, bitch ass, shit face, idiotic, unoriginal, dumb, tit, bad tasting, cheap, useless white liquid to ever exist! NOBODY LIKES MILK ANYWAYS YOU FUCKER!" A couple hundred cuss words later he finally calmed down enough to start aggressively scrubbing milk off of the table. Towards the end of his 'swearathon' as I've decided to call it, the insults became less directed at milk and more directed at this 'Technoblade' character. "'Memememe do this, do that. I'm a fucking orphan stabbing pig. Do whatever I say.'" He said in a mimicking voice before switching over to full on yelling again. "Well fuck you, Technoblade! And fuck your narcissistic, bacon obsessed, posh ass! What the fuck is so great about pigs anyway? You fucking bacon strip!"

How he went from cussing out milk to a pig? I have no idea. Easy to say it was entertaining as the TV became a little boring over the past few days.

Dream currently sat to the left of me angrily eating his own bowl of dried cereal.

And trust me, you have no idea how many times I resisted the urge to say the phrase: 'No use crying over spilled milk'. But I would much rather have Dream taking out his anger on a carton of milk than me.

So I stayed silent.

Well mostly.

I did let out a chuckle here and there that I muffled with a throw pillow, luckily going unnoticed over Dream's own yelling. In fact he seamed to completely forget I was here throughout his whole swearathon.

We sat in tense silence as we ate breakfast while a cartoon played in front of us. I wouldn't dare make a sound and Dream seemed to be in his own, anger fueled world as he idly stared at the screen before us.

Eventually though, Dream spoke up.

"George, pick a number, 1 or 2?" Dream suddenly asks as he turns to me.

I look at him. His expression doesn't seem at all threatening so I take my chances in asking a question. "What is it for?"

"Doesn't matter. Just pick." Dream answers quickly.

"Okay? Um... 2?" I answer quizzically. Dream pulls a thinking face for a moment before nodding in satisfactory. "Good choice." Was all he said.

Once silence followed, I returned my attention towards the TV and the tension in the air eased a fraction.

Time Skip

There were few clouds scattered across the sky and I could hear birds chirping within the forest. It's around 1 PM. Dream's been spending most of the day in his office like yesterday and the day before. And with not much to do for the rest of the day I've been limping between the TV, the window, and a bookshelf looking for anything interesting to read.

I enjoyed the view of the forest and occasional critters running around in it, the abandoned TV playing idly in the background, when suddenly Dream stepped out from the office.

He wore a lime green hoodie with a black smiley face which I instantly recognized as his signature color. He also had long, black jeans with a few rips on them here and there. Oddly enough he also wore his shoes which were some battered, black combat boots. And to finish the look, finger-less leather gloves.

"Hey George, c'mon, you're going down to the basement early today." Dream said immediately as he grabbed the remote to turn off the TV and spared me a glance.

"What? But what about dinner?" I asked as Dream started coming towards me so he could bring me down to the basement.

"Oh shit, yeah." Dream paused and started heading towards the kitchen. "I'll get you a poptart, how does that sound? You can eat it once your down there just try not to get crumbs everywhere." Dream hollered from the kitchen.

I smiled happily and Dream came back holding the silver package containing two poptarts inside.

"C'mon." Dream said as he held out his arms for me which I jumped into before wrapping my legs around his waste and my arms around his neck.

This was a position we found much easier when it came to de-mounting Dream rather than piggy back riding.

He started walking towards the basement and I tightened my grip around him not wanting to fall, especially while we're going down the stairs. That would be bad. And despite Dream telling me before that he wouldn't drop me, I continued to fear it.

"I'm going to be out of the house for a while today," Dream begins explaining as we startheading down the stairs. I just nod my head on his shoulder and listened. "so I'm trusting you not to do anything stupid down there while I'm gone. I mean of course you won't have a way out, but don't do anything stupid like try to. I should be back by around 10 to check on you, but you'll probably be asleep by then." Dream explains and by the end we're already going into my 'room'.

"Why are you getting back so late?" I question, confused by the late hour.

"Because it's like a four hour drive here and back." Dream chuckles as he sets me down on the bed and starts taking off the shock collar with a remote control lock that he always keeps on him.

"Oh yeah..." I chuckle as the collar clicks off and I rub my neck.

"Anything else you need?" Dream asks. I shake my head no and he smiles before he turns around and leaves the room without a word.

I glance at the poptarts beside me before dramatically flopping back on the bed.

Well now what am I supposed to do?

Third person POV following Dream

As the blond makes his way up the stares the grin he previously flashed to George sharpens into a deathly glare.

Technoblade, the mans boss, decided it would be a good idea to cut the break he very well deserved, short. Doing so, he assigned Dream a victim. The assignment itself isn't exactly what has had him so worked up over the past couple of days. It's the fact that he lost his well deserved vacation and is being forced away from his doctor. He'd much rather be lounging around playing Minecraft or something, but due to Technoblade- or The Blade being his boss, Dream doesn't have much of a choice.

So off to work he goes.

He went to the second metal door to the right of the hallway which George still hasn't been inside of yet (luckily). He punched in the key pad code and stepped inside the room and flicked on the light hanging in the middle of the room. Bright enough only to somewhat illuminate the 'chair' beneath it but hide the rest of the room from sight to anyone else but Dream, who with spending much time in the dark throughout the years grew accustomed to low lighting and was able to locate exactly what he needed in seconds. A few knives, a needle just in case, a gun, and a silencer for the gun. All four of the items he didn't plan on using, more as a just in case sort of thing.

Without spending anymore time than needed he quickly shut off the dim light and left the room after making sure it was locked properly.

His assignment granted him quite a bit of freedom with what he gets to do with the victim. And as he grabbed his mask from his office, he fantasized about all the ways he could take out the anger he has built up, on the poor man who was his assignment.

The blond made his way to the front door and jabbed his key inside and twisted it, unlocking the door. He was met with a fresh, cooling breeze as he stepped out into the late June air. After a few moments of relishing in the calming outside air he started making his way towards his van.

After hopping inside and setting his mask to the side along with his weapons Dream turned the key causing the car to spring to life and started his long Drive towards the outskirts of the run down town his assignment lived in.

Time Skip 3 hours and 30 minutes

Dream pulled into the run down convenience stores' parking lot and took off his hoodie so there was a less chance he would be be recognized. The convenience store had nothing to do with his victim, however he was running low on a few necessities so he thought he'd pick up a few things while in town

After getting out of the van he slammed the car door behind him and started taking large strides towards the store. Inside he spent as little time as possible buying things like: bread, cereal, snacks, spices, cleaning supplies and any other food items that wouldn't have a risk of going bad on the ride home. After getting all those things, he paid for them and returned back to his van.

The blond started his car and looked at the text message his boss sent him. It contained a picture of the man he was looking for and a few things about him. Skipping through most of the information about the ugly man, he went straight to his address and put it in google maps. He groaned seeing that it was in a more populated bit of the run down town, he begrudgingly started pulling out of the parking lot and drove towards it.

Not being fond of being out this time of day, he took his sweet, sweet time in driving over there, deciding to take plenty of detours, and by the time he finally got to his address it was nearly 5 in the afternoon when it could have been only 4.

He pulled up close, but not too close to the front of the house and put on his mask.

Apparently this guy has been running from The Blade for a little while now and they've only now been able to locate him. He owed some sort of debt and didn't pay it. Whenever that happens and they're in the area, they send the assignment to Dream and he gets to do whatever he wants with them, just as long as they end up dead in the end. Which this man most certainly will. A serial killer who takes his rage out by killing is someone you do not want to mess with. And that is exactly who Dream is.

He put his silenced gun into his specially made holster and stuffed a few knives into hand made holsters on his belt. After that was finished he walked out of the van, carelessly slamming the door behind him. It's not like it mattered if the man inside could hear him, it's not like he has anywhere to run.

As he walked, the familiar weight of the mask on his face and the feeling of a gun and knives on his belt brought a sick smile to his face.

He made his way to the front porch and paused for a moment.

I mean, it couldn't hurt to try. Dream thought before twisting the doorknob. The sound of a click ringed faintly in his ears causing the blond to freeze briefly.

It's almost too easy. The blond thought and with little hesitation, the grin on his face slowly grew.

By now the sun is still a bit bright and certainly taking it's time with setting, and when Dream pushed open the door with a bit of a shove, he was greeted with darkness.

At first he became worried with the possibility of the target not being home, but was reminded by himself that the man is unemployed and according to his file, spends most of his time drinking his life away at home.

Remaining on guard, the killer cautiously stepped inside the house taking a quick look around.

Oddly enough, the front door led straight into the kitchen where mold grew in the corners and edges of counter tops, open food packages and crumbs scattered across counter tops and floors and most of the cabinets were lazily hanging open. The stench of rotting food and alcohal quickly filled the blonds nose and he scrunched up his nose in distaste.

Good news is, this guy won't be missed. The masked man thought before his thoughts were cut off by muffled sounds like those of a football game on a TV. In fact, that's probably what they were.

Dream began straining his ears and once he identified the direction the sound seemed to be coming from, the started trekking his way through the littered carpet which seemed to be drowned in trash and stains. He carefully maneuvered the foul smelling obstacles before finally making it to the kitchen door which he carefully pushed open.

The door creaked slightly making Dream wince, but his shoulders relaxed when the sight of a man holding a half empty beer bottle, sitting in front of a television seemed too distracted in some sports game to notice. Dream smirked at the man facing away from him and slowly started creeping up behind him, the moment he was close enough, he with brought out one of the knives from its holster, creating a small sound. Immediately the man became startled and spun around to see Dream already holding the hilt of the knife above his head, before smashing it down (a little harder than necessary) upon the his skull without hesitation.

The mans body (which luckily did match the image of his victim) went limp and he slumped down into the chair, knocked out cold.

Dream quickly hoisted up his targets body and started walking calmly back towards the van to tie him up and drive back to his cabin in the woods.

Time Skip

By the time the van pulls into the dirt driveway, it's 9:33 PM. The man in the back of the van still sleeps while Dream struggles to hoist him out. Once he does, he carelessly drags the knocked out man behind him on the uneven ground, up the steps and into the house.

After that he dragged him quickly through the living room, down the stairs and into the hallway with ease. The faint streak of bright red blood going unnoticed.

Dream stood in front of the metal door and punched in the key code and opened the door to the unlit room, soon turning on the tiny light hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. The blond dragged the man and hoisted him onto the table.

The table. It's similar to tables you might see people doing surgery on in a movie. Only this one is a little more... Special... It has strong, leather bindings for the victims wrists, legs, neck and abdomen. However Dream really only uses the leg and arm ones. The table can also be tilted up and back, so whoever is in it can be tilted straight up or completely upside down just with a remote. The blood stains on the table itself and leather bindings completing the look making it seem straight out of a horror movie.

Dream removes the ropes and quickly ties the man to the table who inconveniently decides to wake up just that moment.

"W-wha...?" He mumbles and looks around dazed, not able to see much due to the low lighting of the room. To him, the room has a bit of a low ceiling, but with the low lighting he can't even make out where the walls are.

Eventually his eyes latch onto the man hovering above him, or more specifically, the killers porcelain white mask which conceals his concentrated and annoyed expression. At the sight of Dreams signature mark, a wide smiley face, the man's face contorts into that of pure horror and hes opens his mouth to let out a series of yells. That is until a finger-less leather gloved hand places itself over his mouth, scaring him into dead silence.

"Shh..." The blond urges with an emotionless tone. "Be quiet, you're going to-" Dream cuts himself off as he comes to a sudden realization.

As much as the basement rooms are pretty much sound proof to the main floor, the walls between the rooms in the basement aren't.

"Shit." The blond muttered to himself. He didn't think about this. If the man were to scream, which he most definitely will, George on the other side of the wall would be able to hear it clear as day.

"Hey." Dreams voice shifted to a dead serious tone causing the man below him to freeze. "Stay quiet, will you? Make a sound and I'll cut out your tongue and shove it down your throat." He nods, terrified and the man leaves the room.

George POV

I enjoyed myself in a blissful, dreamless sleep before I find myself being shaken gently awake.

"Mmmhg." I groan tiredly from waking up from my sleep, the scale of my tiredness easily telling me that it's far too early for me to be waking up.

I squint open my eyes and see Dream kneeling next to the edge of the bed with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey, Georgie, I'm sorry for waking you up but you gotta wake up." Dream says softly as he runs a hand swiftly through my hair.

"Whyyy?"I drawl out, still more than half asleep.