“i don’t know what to do with your kiss on my neck, i don’t know what feels true but this feels right so stay a sec… i wanna be alone, alone with you.”
a c!dreamnotfound one-shot based off the song “hostage by billie eilish”
WARNING: dreamXD is considered a figment of george’s imagination in this and george questions reality a bit so disassociation?
dreams pov (third person)
the room was hot, it felt like he was in the nether. but he wasn’t. here he sat, all alone. in a cell. of course he was one of the most powerful people on the server, but right now he was powerless. not because he didn’t have him to call upon technoblades favor, not because he could figure out how to break his way out. but because he was worn down to the shell of a person, he’d lost the one thing that meant most. the one thing he’d pushed so hard to get away. george. his george. that’s the one thing that mattered. what did the boy think of the masked man now? what had he heard? sapnap must have told him something, dreams old best friend had threatened him after all. told him if he escaped he would kill him all on his own. if he could say that to dreams face, what could he have said to his beloved george? that no longer mattered because here he stood, in this stupid cell. nobody could get to him without sams permission. yet sometimes he’d still here a familiar sound, the sound of someone so close yet so far out of reach. the laughter of george. it would remind him of the times when dream was out of prison, before all of this had occurred. when it was just him and his two best friends… his family. his brother and his boyfriend. so that’s what drove him insane. not the idea of what he’d done. but simply the idea of how his actions had completely destroyed his relationship with the only people he had ever loved. possibly his sentence was worse than tommys exile, yes he’d tormented the boy. but there’s one thing tommy had that dream never would. hope. there was no hope for dream. george was gone, forever.
george’s pov (third person)
the chilly breeze left goosebumps all over the brown haired boys arms, it was cold. so so cold. not only physically, but mentally as well. life had been so good… for so long. he was king, he had friends. hell, he even missed a war so he didn’t have to live through that pain. but one day it was yanked out of his grasp. dream was taken away, just as dream had snatched his kingship away. george knew it shouldn’t have hurt as bad as it did. dream hurt him. multiple times. yet here he stood, staring at the prison debating entering. recently things had gone crazy. a man had been popping up… but could he be considered a man? or a god? it was odd, when dream was gone another version of him had began popping up. first in small little time periods, such as behind trees which typically led to the smaller brunette chasing after nothing into the darkness of the woods or the gaping pit of what used to be l’manburg and now into full fledge conversations. then the god made him make a promise, to be his forever. then they went and the weird figure started scaring george’s friends away, but then when asked later… nobody remembered. they claimed george had been speaking to himself which left the boy wondering if he’d gone crazy. he needed dream, was he just making up this imaginary dream to feel less afraid? just so he could feel dreams protective grasp once more. so that’s how he found himself in the cold entrance of the prison, it was now or never. george needed to decide. was he giving up on his lover or not? after a moment of debating, he gave in. at least if they spoke he could feel dreams presence even just one last time. so there he went.
general/both (still third person)
“sam?” george called out in a soft tone, peeking his head in and looking around before rushing to the doorbell that summoned the guards. he pressed it and took a step back, looking around in a cautious manner. he propped up his glasses and set them on his head instead of over his eyes so he could see even in the dark atmosphere of the prison, holding his cape close and waiting for the creeper person hybrid to show up. that’s when he heard his voice. “george… what do you need?” echoed through the room and he took a deep breath, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders a bit. “i’m here to visit dream.” “what for?” “i’d just like to speak to him.” that’s when he was commanded to step into the portal. he rushed to it and stepped in, watching everything distort into a hue of purple before slowly placing everything together as you would a puzzle. suddenly he was in a separate room, he stepped out and looked at the white room. it was plain and small. but before he could decipher anything else he was told to step back into the portal and the same process happened all over again, except this time he was in a huge waiting room. he turned and there stood sam, tall and strong with his head held high. george’s head fell a bit and he rushed over to the desk sam stood at, looking around at the room. “hello, so may i see dream?” he repeated himself and sam just stood, staring at him with a stern look as if deciding what to do with him. “yes. but i must ask you a few questions and you have to read this book, then sign it.” george nodded to show his understanding. “what’s your relationship with the prisoner? do you believe he deserves to be in here?” what was his relationship with dream? they were boyfriends… kind of. they hadn’t been on the best of terms when dream was brought here. did dream even still love him? did george trust him? regardless, george knew he couldn’t answer the last question truthfully. he wouldn’t be allowed in. the dream he knew… that dream was different. sure he’d make mean jokes but never once did george believe he could harm anyone unless they dared lay a finger on george’s pretty little head. so george decided to stretch the truth because yes, this version of dream deserved to be here. but the dream george knew, george’s dream deserved happiness. so he’d just stick with sam’s version of dream. “we’re uh… we’re not on the best of terms, but friends id say and i do believe he deserves to be here.” with that, george went through with the prison process. soon he found himself standing in front of lava, it was suddenly very hot and it made george cringe. what was happening to dream? but before he could ask about dreams living conditions, he was told in a stern voice “step on the platform. walk with it.” then there it went with a small click he was on it.
“george…?” dream called out, his eyes snapping up as he spotted the british boy stepping off the platform. it took all he had not to let the tears fall. george’s eyes softened and his whole demeanor seemed to relax, there was dream and oh god did he look different. he looked so… tired. that shattered george’s heart. why did he still care about someone who had put him through so much pain? “dream.” george whispered, stepping up to the barrier and tilting his head. the lava fell behind him and he was let in, the barrier dropping. dream rushed to the smaller male and pulled him into his arms, george flinched slightly. dream had hurt so many people, would he hurt george now? that action hurt dream, more than could be imagined. that’s when he broke down, the tears falling. he gently cupped george’s cheek and looked down at him “i’m sorry… i’m so so sorry.” he whispered to him, which made george relax. here was his dream, his soulmate. not the dream sam or sapnap or tommy knew, just the dream he knew. the kind and loving dream. george leaned into his touch and pulled him close. “it’s okay. we’re okay.” he told him in a gentle tone, gently dragging a hand through the blondes hair as he quietly hushed him. “i’ve missed you so much” dream told him and tilted his head, looking down at george. the british boy smiled softly and wiped away his own tears, laughing a bit “i’ve missed you as well. i’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” he said sadly, although dream just smiled. god how he loved the boys voice. how he spoke so kind, yet his british accent held so much confidence. in dreams eyes george was perfect. “what have they done to you?” george asked, weakly pulling away and sighing softly. the sight in front of him was scary. his boyfriend seemed to be in so much pain. “well, i used to throw my clocks in the lava so that was taken away and i’ve been living off raw potatoes.” george’s jaw dropped at the boys statement. “i’m so sorry.” “it’s okay.” “no it’s not.”
then there was silence. the two stood, admiring each other for a long time. before dream suddenly broke it “i will get out. don’t worry. then you will be my king, nobody will be able to harm us ever again.” dream said softly and george took his head, leaning against dream as the masked man grabbed his waist and pulled him in. “how will you get out?” george asked and tilted his head, confusion filling his eyes. dream simply smiled “oh come on now gogy, you know how smart i can be.” dream assured him, george knew this should have unsettled him. the worlds biggest villain assuring him that he would make an escape. but he wasn’t scared. dream would never ever hurt him. “is there anything i can do to help?” george asked and bit his lip, staring up at him in shock. dream shook his head “i’ll be okay, i have a plan. i’ll escape.” dream stated and george smiled weakly, nodding to show his understanding. “our little secret?” george asked in a hushed down and dream chuckled, nodding his head. “our little secret.” dream stated and rubbed george’s back, that’s when he realized george would need to leave soon. “time to go, i love you george.” george’s heart sunk and he buried his face in dreams chest, quietly crying. “i love you as well dream…” george said in a quavering voice, that one hurt. george never convinced his love. but here he stood, clinging onto dream. that’s when dream knew he needed to get out. not for himself, but for his beloved george. “now go, but remember what i said.” george nodded and smiled weakly, wiping his tears away and calling out for sam. once everything was all set up, george stepped onto the platform and waved goodbye to dream. then just like that he was gone.
dreams pov (third person)
the lava fell down, covering the cell once again and he was left in silence. he stood there for a moment, the british boys scent lingering on his prison suit for a moment until it was just gone. that’s when the tears fell, he turned his back to the wall and slid down. he buried his face into his knees and sat there sobbing. he needed george back, he needed that comfort and now he could guarantee… he would do ANYTHING to get out.
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