This time I let my screams ring.

George POV

Adreniline bursts through my system at a terrifying rate as my feet thump off of the patio and onto the dirt ground.

I continue sprinting as I hear shouts coming from the two monsters I left behind. Punz seems like he's laughing while Dream's voice is laced with anger I don't want to feel the wrath of.

I continue running and as I do I take a quick look around. Not a cloud in the sky with the sun shining right overhead, it's a bit offsetting to the scene considering I'm running from a very angry blood thirsty teletubby.

I push the thought aside as I look for an escape route while maintaining my speed.

I can't keep running on the dirt road because Dream would surely catch up and the forest seems thick enough for me to loose him, if I'm lucky.

I take my chances and dive into a nearby gap in the trees just as I hear Dream's shouts of threats nearing.

I wince as my feet make contact with the forest floor, having no shoes is going to make this a lot more difficult.

Pushing the pain to the back of my mind I continue running with Dreams footsteps only nearing.

Leaves and thin sticks crunch beneath my bare feat with my eyes frantically looking for somewhere to run, hide, climb, anything.

The further I go into the forest the more difficult it is to weave through the tall trees, scratchy bushes and roots.

I don't know how long I've been running, but the adrenaline in my system is slowly fading. And with the adrenaline slowly wearing off I finally am able to make out Dream's previously inaudibly shouts and screams.

"Oh GEORGE~! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING REGRET THIS! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW." He screams at me and I can tell he can't be more than 20 feet behind by now which only causes me to go faster.

I sprint to my maximum speed with my heart pounding endlessly in my chest and my lungs expanding against my ribs causing a forming ache in my side.

I can't let myself get caught but I can't continue like this for much longer.

Tears begin to form in my eyes as they search frantically for a place to go.

"GEORGE! YOU HAVE 5 SECONDS TO STOP BEFORE I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU I SWEAR TO GOD!" Dream yells from behind me and I can practically taste his anger through his voice.

At this point listening to him is starting to seem like a better option.

5...

My feet continue hitting the ground.

4...

Bushes and low tree branches scrape against my legs and arms but I continue none the less.

3...

Tears stream from my eyes and down my face and I can hear Dream's thundering footsteps behind me nearing closer than ever.

2...

I turn my head to the right.

1.

A clearing.

I take a sharp right and run towards the clearing which seams to go down, throwing Dream slightly off track but I know it won't be much good when I hear him scream my name once again not too far behind.

I run through the clearing and the leaves and branches fade into tall, itchy grass with the smell of dew and rain.

I soon realize that it's not just a clearing, but I'm at the tree line which leads downhill.

As I near closer to the grassy slope I determine it's too steep to run down and in a split second decision I brace for the tumble.

But for some reason I don't fall.

I remember diving for the hill but I never seem to make contact with the ground.

I only now realize my eyes are closed and I open them to see large arms wrapped around my torso with my own arms fighting against them desperately.

In the end my attempts are futile and I'm thrown to the ground and Dream is quick to pin me below him.

"Get off of me!" I yell putting on a fake fearless face through my tears as Dream's masked face hovers inches above mine. But my 'fearless' face turns out to look more desperate than courageous.

He brings back his fist and lands it just centimeters away from my face immediately shutting me up but my strong face remains only shrinking the desperate aspect of it.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, GEORGE?!" Dream yells more of a statement than a question.

I stay silent and stair into his mask.

As if on cue he brings his hand up to his face and takes off his mask before slamming it down next to my head causing me to flinch and my expression to falter.

"I asked you a fucking question." He growls with his green eyes dead serious.

I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to speak. "Well what did you expect?" I ask slowly, my voice nearly cracking at the end.

In a flash Dream's fist collides with my face and the world turns black.

Dream POV

The moment my fist makes contact with the brunet's face he falls limp and his eyes shut.

I heavily breath for a few moments before I slowly focus on calming down while sitting down beside the brunet.

I burry my face in my hands and my breathing slows.

I really didn't mean to hit him that hard... I think as I look over to the brunet who had some blood running down from his nose.

I have to admit, this place is pretty peaceful, which is something I don't get a lot. Maybe at a later date I could come back here, but now is not the time for that.

Why did he have to run? Things were going so well...

Ignoring my thoughts I sigh and stand up before leaning down to scoop up the sleeping brunet.

As much as I hate to admit, I do feel slightly bad about knocking him out. It just makes this more difficult for me to bring him back, but oh well.

Time skip

George POV

I wake up to the feeling of being carried over someones shoulder with a pounding head ache.

The grogginess slowly fades away and I realize I'm being carried by Dream and we're down in the basement.

"Wh-what?..." I mumble out as I attempt to look around while Dream is unlocking the door to my 'room'.

"Shut up, George." Dream grumbles as he opens up the big metal door.

The moment that the door is fully open, Dream tosses me inside of it carelessly causing me to land on my back with a painful thud.

"Ow..." I grumble while the memories of before Dream knocked me out slowly return to me.

Without a word the door slams leaving me in the concrete, dimly lit room.

Last thing I remember is running through the forest to a clearing or something. It doesn't take a genius to guess that I got caught and Dream knocked me out.

I hear Dream's heavy steps thunder down the hallway and up the basement steps. I can only imagine he'll be coming back with something to induce pain.

I shivered at the thought of how mad he really is. I don't even want to think about any of this.

In fact... I don't think I will... A nice nap sounds nice right about now.

I glance over to the bed and crawl over to it not having the will to bring my aching legs up to walk the short distance over there.

When I went to barely using my legs at all, to full on sprinting on the uneven forest ground, it must have really taken a toll on me without realizing it.

Once I make it to the edge of the bed I step down on the floor to bring myself up before immediately letting out an ear piercing shriek as pain seers from my foot and up my leg.

"GAHH FUCK!" I scream out as I collapse onto the ground for the third time today.

I look down at my foot and see multiple small cuts and one large one across the middle with dried blood on it which I just now re-opened.

I hold my ankle tightly as if that would ease the throbbing pain.

"FUCK!" I scream out again as a tear falls down my face.

Despite being terrified for what I might see, I lift up my other foot to see how bad it is.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes and to my relief, this one was mainly just small scratches and nothing too big like the other one. Despite the sight and pain I feel now being scary enough as it is, what I fear more is these cuts getting infected and- the door opens.

My head snaps in the direction to see Dream standing there.

"Keep it the fuck down will you? And here, clean your fucking cuts. Last thing I need is to have to push my personal doctor around in a wheel chair." Dream tosses me a first aid kit and walks out without saying another word.

I sit stunned in disbelief for a minute.

So, 'personal doctor'? That's the level we're at again, aye? Well fuck you, Dream. Should I go back to calling you 'creepy smiley murder guy'?

I internally facepalm as I realize how sidetracked I got and open the first aid kit which conveniently was thrown right next to me and in arms reach.

There's mainly anti-septic wipes and bandages as well as a tiny bottle of saline solution, and by the looks of it all the rest of the stuff was taken out.

I sigh knowing that this is gonna be a pretty painful experience that I'll have to put myself through. But nonetheless I painfully drag myself over to the bathroom and hoist myself up to sit on the sink.

TW! I think you can already guess what this is going to be, but TW for detailed pain and a bit of blood.

It's okay George... You can do this...

After a 'few' moments (give or take) spent hyping myself up I run the cold water from the sink under my worse damaged foot and bite back the urge to let out a loud sob.

I push through and maneuver the skin to get out all the dirt, tiny twigs, and occasional tiny rocks lodged into the skin of my foot.

After a few minutes of calming down I repeat the process with my better foot.

By the end of what felt like hours I look in the mirror and see tear streaks down my face.

Unfortunately for me, the worse has yet to come.

"It's okay... I can do this... It'll hurt like a fucking bitch but an infection is much worse." I pep talk myself aloud this time.

I toss away the anti-septic wipes, knowing that they will only make this experience longer and worse. And with much hope that the water got rid of a good portion of any bacteria I bite my lip and douse the cuts in saline solution.

This time I let my screams ring.

I only allow the pain to stop once I see my vision begin to fade, and even then I only wait for a few seconds before I start again with the painful, but lifesaving liquid that's cleaning my cuts and preventing infection.

Wanting this all to be over as soon as possible, the moment one foot is done I switch to the other in an instant.

Time Skip + TW over!

Eventually I finish disinfecting my cuts and I now sit on the bed attempting to wrap them up to prevent bacteria getting back into my cuts.

I never want to go through that again.

I have no doubt that with all the hyping myself up, I spent over an hour cleaning my cuts. Unfortunately the tears have yet to stop, they've slowed significantly but that doesn't mean they're gone.

The forest floor really did a number on me.

I gently wrap the tender skin, hoping that in the morning they'll feel better. I had more small cuts on my arms but I had less of a worry about them getting infected. Plus I really couldn't bring myself to clean them.

Thanks to the adrenaline, I suppose I just didn't feel it at the time. I almost wish I had. Maybe then I would have stopped and I would be in less pain. Either way I still would have been caught by 'creepy smiley killer man'.

I let out a shaky breath as I finish off my weak attempt to wrap my cuts and lay down on the bed and allow myself to slip into the blissful world of unconsciousness.

Dream POV

I listen to the brunets barely audible screams from below me.

They're easy to block out, in fact you have to listen incredibly closely to hear them. I only listen to them to know he's still awake/conscious. If his screams die out too soon I'll know he passed out without finishing cleaning his cuts. Then I'll have to go down there and do it for him. Luckily after an hour or so when his screams died out I felt no need to do that.

I do feel slightly bad. Those screams did sound painful, and the fact that I could hear them from all the way up here is saying something. And the fact that I forced him to inflict it on himself only makes it worse. I mean I didn't force him. He definitely had a choice. He could have let them get infected. I can't say I'm surprised by the screams though, he doesn't seem like the type to do well with pain or have a high pain tolerance.

What did I do during this whole time?

Simple.

I've spent the last 3 hours (yes, it's been 2 hours since I last heard a sound from George.) perfecting his shock collar.

What? Did you really think I forgot about that? ;)

Well I mean I kinda did. Things were going along so well, I sort of didn't feel the need to finish it.

I mean it was already sort of finished, I just needed to get out all the bugs and shit.

And I'm glad I did too.

Turns out it randomly shocks from time to time and that would not have been good.

Well not good for George, I would have found it pretty entertaining not gonna lie. But that would also mean he would randomly be waking up in the middle of the night from shocks and I don't want to deal with a cranky doctor every morning.

I've worked out all the bugs at this point and it's sunset which means that thanks to George wearing me out with his little run and me having to carry him back a half mile, I am sooo in for an early night.

I take a well needed shower and due to running through the woods, I got more twigs in my hair than I'd like to admit.

After I felt clean I smile softly in satisfactory and turn off the water.

I dry myself, brush my teeth, and change into some black sweatpants and a green hoodie as it was a particularly chilly night. Surprising for our location, but I also just like to be extra warm when I sleep.

I calmly get under the covers and scroll through twitter until I start to gently fall asleep.

Time Skip to around 8 AM

George POV

I'm walking through Florida towards Teas 'n Beans, me and Wilbur's favorite cafe. I don't remember where I was before this, but I feel like I'm almost there.

I recognize each and every shop I pass by from the many morning walks I've taken through this route.

The sun blazes overhead but rather than finding annoyance in it, I smile at the basic familiarity.

I round the corner to 4th street and walk into the cafe to see Wilbur already waiting for me at a bar stool. He turns around with a wide smile on his face and engulfs me in a sudden hug and without a moments hesitation I wrap my arms around his torso.

"I'm so glad you're back from your vacation, George. It feels like ages! I forgot how lonely it is at the hospital without you." Wilbur says as he releases me from the warm hug.

Not bothering to think at all about what Wilbur just said I simply nod and reply. "It's good to be back." We exchange smiles once again and walk to where Margaret is waiting to take my order.

"What can I get for you? Anything you want, on the house. A little welcome back gift." The kind old woman says to me with a soft smile.

I smile widely at her kindness and answer. "Surprise me- oh! And I'll have it to-go." I say and she nods before turning around to prepare what ever she's making for me.

"So George, any plans for today?" Wilbur asks to my right.

"Yeah, I was thinking of just walking around town, maybe going shopping." I say.

Wilbur just nods and carries on drinking his tea.

Very quickly Margaret turns around and hands me a cold, cardboard coffee cup.

"It's caramel, iced coffee. Thought you might like it." Margaret smiles.

I take a sip of it and hum in content.

I smile at her and she seems happy that I liked it.

I put what I would have paid for the coffee in the tip jar and walk out of the cafe door only to freeze in my tracks as I nearly bump into a lime wall.

Wai-

That's-

Dream!

I look up to see Dream's white and black smiley face mask.

I drop the coffee onto the cement sidewalk in shock and out of the corner of my eye I can see it spill onto the pavement at my shoes.

"D-Dream?" I say with my voice wavering.

Suddenly the world around us morphs into a black void of nothingness.

Dream places a firm, ice cold grip on my shoulder and starts shaking my violently.

"WAKE UP!" He shouts at me with a booming powerful voice that seems to echo in the colorless world around us.

I gasp violently and my eyes snap open and I sit up banging my head on something hard in front of me and I hear a yelp of pain.

My vision slowly starts to come back and I take in the world around me as it fades out from the void of nothingness from my dream and back into the dimly lit basement I only now remember falling asleep in.

"Ah! Fucking dammit, George!" I hear from beside me and I see Dream grasping his jaw in pain and only then do I feel pain in my forehead.

I put two and two together and assume that while Dream was trying to wake me up I sat up abruptly and our heads collided.

Realizing a second too late how bad this is I start sputtering out apologies.

"O-oh my god- Dream I'm so sorry- I-I swear I d-didn't mean to! Dream I'm so-" I sputter out in the span of just a couple of seconds but am cut off by Dream quickly regaining composure and before I know it my head is turned to the side with a terrible stinging sensation on my right cheek.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it, George." Dream says in a low voice.

I hold back tears and steady my breathing quietly as I refuse to look at Dream.

"Now stand the fuck up." Dream says.

I make no move to obey and I stay put as if frozen in time on the bed. In fact I began to question if I really was frozen in time and if I tried to move if I could. However those questions were answered as soon as Dream yelled at me a demanding, "NOW!" causing for me to flinch and instinctively stand up.

"Good. Now stay still." Dream said.

My heart began to speed up drastically as I struggled to not panic.

I squeezed my eyes tightly with my head tilted down toward the floor fearing what would happen.

But out of no where I feel something cold and of an odd texture begin to wrap around my neck.

I instinctively jump back against the bed and look up at Dream who stands above me with something that though I've never seen one before, I'm quick to identify.

A collar.

But not just any collar.

One with an odd bulge on the side.

A shock collar.

I look up at him with wild eyes and the expression alone is enough to ask 'are you crazy' with a language without the use of audible words.

"George... Stay still, okay? Don't make this harder than it has to be..." Dream says slowly as he cautiously moves closer to me.

"D-Dream- P-Please, no..." I say as I move back and small tears begin to fall from my eyes for the millionth time in the past 48 hours.

"George this has to happen. I was considering not using it but when you ran away you showed me that you need it. Okay, relax. This'll be a lot less painful for you if just let me put it on." Dream spoke in the same slow voice as he did before.