George POV.
I was in a strange dizzy half-sleep. My eyelids were heavy and I couldn’t bring myself to open them. When I fully woke up I knew that I would just be in this scary lab again and who knows what would happen to me. Maybe I would be able to stay here in this strange dreamland and not wake up until my father somehow managed to get me out.
That was the small glimmer of hope which existed in the back of my mind stopping me from melting away in a puddle of tears. I couldn’t help but think about Dream and Sapnap, who have probably been through this thought process except without the hope of being rescued since they knew nothing and nobody at the time.
My eyes opened in slits, and I looked up to see a figure standing over me. Although with my thin eyesight it was difficult to make out the features of the person, I could tell that it was a man… or boy… who had blond hair.
He was a kid, something I immediately realised when I opened my eyes wider, but this action caused him to gasp as he noticed me. The blond boy stumbled back with his face filled with panic. He looked as though he was about to call out for help. “Please.” I begged before he had the chance, attempting to pull myself up before being cut off by the metal restrictions.
“Kid please.” I didn’t know what to say or why he was even here. Why would a kid be in a laboratory where they are experimenting on humans? “Please help me.” I said, my breathing uneven as I looked at him, but he just shook his head.
“I-I’m not supposed to be here.” He stuttered. “I could get in trouble.”
“Please.” I repeated again. “I’m not supposed to be here either. If you help me get out of here then you won’t get in trouble. Just try and loosen the restraints.” He didn’t verbally respond, instead shaking his head quickly.
“I should go.” He muttered, although it seemed to be directed out loud to himself rather than to me. “I should probably tell Phil that you are awake.”
“Don’t.” I begged. “Phil wants to hurt me… please.” Hearing my begs made the blond glance down, seeming conflicted about what he should do.
It did piss me off that he wasn’t willing to help me, since when I found an experiment I had immediately tried to get him out. So I tried to form a connection with the blond. “What is your name?” I asked him. “My name is George.” As I spoke to him I managed to smile, attempting to reassure him that I wasn’t going to hurt him and I wanted to be friends.
This smile fell away when he didn’t trust me at all and I glanced away. I felt upset, after all at the moment this blond was the only person who was able to get me out of here. Although I had hope that my father and Dream would be able to get me out of here, it would take a lot longer if I didn’t take this opportunity.
“Please.” It felt like the millionth time that I had repeated this word in however long I had been here. My eyes watered as I looked over at him. “I want to go home… to my family.” I told him, now hoping once again to go for his sympathy. “Don’t you want to be around your family?” His brows furrowed yet he continued to just listen.
“I will do anything.” I whispered, no longer directing my words to him but now another quiet prayer. “I just miss my Dad, and I miss my friends.” After a few moments of feeling conflicted his gaze grew firm and I looked back over to him, wondering what it meant.
“Phil!” He suddenly called out, shocking me.
“No!” I suddenly spoke up. “No, no, no, no, no!” I was begging once again. “Please don’t call him! He will hurt me…”
“Phil, he's awake!” The blond repeated, stepping away from me before he turned towards where the entrance of the room was.
I just went back to crying again. It was pathetic but I was annoyed by this boy, who seemed as though he couldn’t be any older than fourteen or fifteen. His call had brought the blond who seemed to have been the one to orchestrate my kidnapping and he smiled at the boy. “He’s awake.” The boy repeated again.
“Thank you T-0.” Philza smiled. “Why not go back to your room?” Without a single word the younger of the two blond’s nodded and walked out. He looked back over at me and the smile fell away before raking up and down to make sure my restraints were tightened or something.
“I apologise for that.” He muttered, with my brows furrowing. “T-0 likes to explore, he wasn’t meant to be coming in here.” He talked as though I was just another person he was having a conversation with, and not that he had taken me prisoner to experiment on me.
“Is he another one of your experiments?” I asked him.
The man nodded. “T-0 is one of our more recent experiments. Despite the fact that he looks like he is in his teenage years he is only five.” My eyes narrowed at the fact. He was only five years old, that made me think about Techno. Was Techno actually the same age as me? Or was he much younger? That was disgustingly gross, although I knew I had bigger priorities.
Although I wanted to say something, I didn’t. My lips stayed pressed against one another. Philza’s eyes shifted away from me and over to the IV and he tutted. “It’s empty.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I had figured Wilbur would be smart enough to refill your IV, guess I will have to do it instead. This is well below my pay grade though.”
The man went to work, not saying anything to me and so I just went back to staring up towards the light above me. The air was warm, however I couldn’t help but shiver, perhaps from the fear that I had possessed from the moment I got here. I just stayed staring upwards, even when Philza was standing over me and changing the IV.
“Okay.” He spoke in a monotone voice. “I am going to be talking to Wilbur, we’ll figure out what to do with you and then we’ll see what happens.” He then smiled at me, looking like a psychopath. “So I guess that I will see you this afternoon George.”
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18 year old George on a date with (technically) 5 year old Techno...
And who do you think the blond T-0 experiment is?