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George paced around, from Tommy's house to the blown up bits of the prime path, George had talked to Sapnap and Karl about visiting Dream in prison. He really wanted to, he wanted to question him about all the fucked up shit he did to Tommy and Ranboo, even going as far as threatening Tubbo?? Come on that doesn't sound like the Dream he and Sapnap knew and loved, George was still resistant on visiting him...he had heard Tommy was the first one to visit, Bad, (questionably Ranboo?), then him. George ran his hands through his hair as he continued to stress on the idea eventually giving in after talking himself into it while Tommy watched him pace from place to place in silent confusion.
Tubbo walked up to Tommy with a questioning look, "I think he's debating visiting his boyfriend. You know he's been like this since Dream's been behind bars" Tommy replied watching George make his way to Skeppy and Bad's shared house, Tubbo nodded and followed his gaze to the other British man.
George made his way to the other side of the house, he stared up at the prison, George felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through his veins he needed to see Dream now, all that worry and need to run was drained from his body upon seeing the entrance to the prison. George stood as Sam talked to him through the speakers of the prison. "George are you here to visit Dream?" He said in a concerningly serious voice, nearly scaring George out of his new found confidence. George nodded "Yes I need to speak with him."
"Step through the portal" George does as he's told.
George is teleported to a small waiting room like area before Sam spoke again.
"Step through this portal you will be transferred to my front desk."
George steps through, there he's met with Sam sitting at the head desk. "George I'll need you to sign this book,then go in that room and drop all of your current items in that chest" He points to the room to the left. George nods and signs the book, he sees Tommy's signature, then Bad's while flipping to a blank page. George signs then hesitantly looks up.
"..Sam..?" He asks, "Yes George?"
"Can you not tell Dream I'm here? I sort of want to surprise him...I guess" George grimaced at his twisted idea of the moment before turning back to Sam who wore a emotionless expression yet his eyes looked disapproving.
"Why would you want that?" George meets Sam's gaze.
"Because he will panic if he knows and I need him calm, I need to question him about Tommy...Tubbo..and Ranboo..if it's true." George faltered for a moment before regaining his composure. Sam sighed "I suppose that wouldn't be an issue." George nodded in approval, then going into the room and silently taking his armour and items in his inventory into the chest.
Collecting the key George followed Sam to the next thing to do.
After resetting his spawn a good 5 times George was finally there, stood in front of a wall of lava on half a heart. George felt his heart hammer against his chest, his breathing picked up but he tried not to make it noticeably, hiding it with a bored almost angry expression. George watched as the lava slowly poured down from the dispensers that it was held in, George put his hand on his hip as he watched Dream sit up from the obsidian floor on the other side with confusion.
Dream sat up,crossing his legs trying to analyze the person that came to visit, "Why hadn't Sam said anything about a visitor?" Dream had thought silently. Soon enough the person was being pushed closer by the machine that transported visitors, that's when he realized it was George, He looked so different!! How long has he been in here now?? Why hadn't George visit him sooner? Dream watched George move off the unique machine into his isolated cell.
He saw it
The glint of anger and disgust George had in his attitude toward him the way his eyes looked and the way he wore his expression, George hasn't even said a word and Dream knows exactly how he feels but..just doesn't know why. Once the netherite bricks had dropped and the fire wall was back pouring down like rain, Dream eyed George he had looked so different in a span of a week, he wore a white turtle neck and black dress pants that was accompanied by a black belt holding the pants up to his waist and black combat boots.
George was the first to step anywhere near the other man, George watched Dream with an angry expression. "Dream." He spoke sternly making chill go up and down Dream's back.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you hurt the boys like that!? Not to mention they are children!" Dream stood from the floor looking down at George.
He returned his gaze, crossing his arms.
"What do you mean?"
George rolled his eyes "Look I know I'm barely here and around, but I'm not stupid if you ever do get out of here I will need you to refrain from hurting my boys and anyone else for that matter, cause you will be right back where you started, here for the rest of you pathetic life." George spat coldly, he pushed at Dream cornering him against the wall and his slightly shorter body. Dream stared into George's eyes "Your boys?" Dream couldn't help but giggle, while George faltered his false sense of confidence. "Did I call them that!? Oh my God.." George panicked as he stepped away. Dream smirked watching as George silently panicked.
"ANYWAY THAT'S NOT THE-" George was cut off by Dream being extremely close to his face.
"You have a ponytail...it looks good on you!" Dream smiled, George didn't smile he bit the inside of his cheek staring up at Dream.
"Thank you" he says stepping away. Dream follows, George eventually finds himself pressed up against the wall this time he was cornered by Dream. "You know George...I've been in here for about a week..and I can't stop thinking about you. You know what I do when I think of you?" Dream asks getting close to George's ear, George holds in his whimpers and leans away, "Now is not the time to be submissive George" He tells himself over and over in his head, while Dream wraps his arms over the small man's lower waist.
"Dream..knock it off I'm being serious here."
"We can talk about that later...answer my question George.."
Dream talks low into George's ear, ghosting the shell of it with kisses. George fights the feeling of being touched. It's been a while since he's gotten a genuine hug or any sort of physical affection like this.
Dream looks to George.
"Do I have your permission?"