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<~DreamNotFound || A Murderer's Crush~>

"That's fine, thanks," I said, then walked off.

I sat down on the ground. Why me? Me of all people. What does he see in me that's different? Someone that's easy to kill? Well, he'd be mistaken if that's the case. Maybe I should've just stayed out of this case. It was something new, something interesting. How could I pass up being the head of an investigation of a serial killer? I sighed, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes.

"I'll take that you're done now with your little internal monologue."

I voice broke me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and jumped. Squatting directly across from me was Dream, right there. I opened my mouth to scream but it was quickly muffled by a cloth.

"Ah ah ah, I can't have you drawing all the attention over here, can I?" He tilted his head. He wore the same mask I saw yesterday.

I started to feel lightheaded. Chloroform. I started to thrash and kick, trying to get him away from me.

"Stop that, trust me when I tell you that's a useless use of your energy."

I started getting tired and weak. I can't fall asleep...I can't.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. Dream heard them too. "Shit. This is your doing, isn't it? Oh well, I guess I'll have to finish this a little quicker." I took a blow to the face, and my vision went fuzzy.

"It's Dream!"

"He's got George, get him!"

The voices started to fade as I was being carried by Dream. "You're a tough one, aren't you," I heard Dream laugh, then everything went black.

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There was a loud ringing in my ears. It slowly dissipated as I started to hear a voice.

"You're awake!" The sound of Dream filled my ears.

I was blindfolded and a gag stopped me from talking. My hands and legs were tied to the chair I was sitting in.

"Getting a feel of your predicament hm?" Dream spoke.

My head was pounding.

"I suppose you can't really tell me," Dream untied the fabric restraining my mouth.

"What the hell do you want with me? If you're gonna kill me do it already will you!" I shouted.

"Woah woah, no one said anything about killing. Yes that's what I'm known for, but I'm not going to kill you," He said.

"Then what do you want from me?" I asked.

"You."

"Wh-..What?" I said.

"You, George. I want you."

"You're out of your mind. I put people like you behind bars, not in my bedroom," I spat.

He laughed. "You're funny, George. How about we put me being a murderer to the side for now and try to get to know each other?"

"Get to know each other? You're crazy if you think I'm going to have any civilized conversation with you."

"Do you really have much of a choice?" He asked.

I fell silent. He's right. I don't have a drop of authority in this position. If he really wanted he could leave me here for dead.

"Well, well, have we finally come around?"

"I'll cooperate with you for now, alright?" I said.