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do you think you’d ever revisit the lab experiment dream au? i remember it was one of the first ever mcyt g/t things i ever read and i’ve been thinking abt it lately lol

Absolutely! Just like with all my other older aus, it's not abandoned unless I specifically state otherwise. It all just depends on inspiration. I will say that I probably won’t work on it soon because I’m focused on other aus, but perhaps in the future.

Here, I can share a snippet of writing that I don't think I've posted on tumblr yet?

They open their hands slightly again, squinting at George. This time, he doesn't try to jump out of their grasp and just sits completely still, hardly daring to even breathe.

Stay calm stay STILL what are they doing I don't KNOW-

The giant lets out a quiet rumble, bringing him a bit closer to their face. He lets out a quiet gasp and flinches away because their muzzle is deactivated and open, but they're just studying him.

They adjust their hands so it's more like he's sitting than being held, then poke him with a finger. They nudge him very hesitantly the first time but a bit more roughly the second time, nearly knocking him over as they bump against his chest.

They poke his chest one more time, then brush their finger against his arm, resting it there. It's like they're surprised at how tiny his limbs are compared to their fingers.

George certainly is surprised. Surprised and terrified. He knew the giant was big, of course, but he's never been quite this close to them before.

The giant seems like they're being careful right now, just curious, but that could easily change. They could change their mind and get upset and he wouldn't be able to do anything to defend himself. Even if the power came back on, they'd be able to kill him before he could be rescued.

. . .or their curiosity could take a darker turn. George thinks about all the experiments the other scientists have done on the giant, thinks about how the scientists have definitely hurt the giant in the name of curiosity. The giant is smart. . .they might decide to do the same to him. 

Wrote this to help get my writing juices flowing so I can catch up on asks. I love writing nagas, especially naga Dream.

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Meal Time

Warnings for vore mention + fear of being eaten, mistreated tiny (naga Dream is treated like a pet and isn’t taken good care of.)

Word Count: 2,750

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The second George is dropped into the tank he freezes, staring at the bundle of coils with wide eyes. The human who’d dropped him in just chuckles, tapping the glass once before leaving.

Fuck, that’s a SNAKE.

When there’s no movement from it, George slowly steps back, glancing around as he tries to figure out how to escape. None of the fake plants in here are tall enough for him to climb and the lid looks to be securely latched on, but maybe there’s-

The coils shift and George scrambles back, ducking inside the fake rock cave because that’s the only hiding spot. It’s big enough that the snake will probably be able to follow him, but…maybe it won’t notice him. Maybe it’ll go back to sleep and he can try to figure out how to escape.

Czytaj dalej

A God With No Control

*Disclaimer—Not everything in this story is accurate about Greek mythology so yea*

TW:Mentions of Abuse.

"NO, NO, NO FOR GOD SAKES YOU USELESS BRAT CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT!?" Zeus—Dream's father—Scolded the child, Dream was only 6 and his father expected so much of him. Well Dream was only a Demi-god atleast he thought he was...

"I'm sorry father I'll do better next time..." Dream shuddered speaking he knew how his father would be when he's extremely mad the bruises on him was all the proof needed—"IT WONT BE NEXT TIME, YOU WONT STOP UNTIL YOU CAN ATLEAST CREATE LIGHTING." His father spoke in a very annoyed tone, Dream's breath became uneven he didn't have alot of control and his father knew that—But he was making him create lightning...

Oh poor Dream if he doesn't control his powers soon such a simple spark could go so wrong~

Eventually Dream had almost no progress no matter how hard he tried—It did not end well with his father that day when he asked to show his progress—He got tired of training his son, He paid no attention to him no more, He left him to learn how to take care of himself. His father left him alone.

Dream couldn't control his powers— Whenever he tried to practice it always ended up dreadful, He never used them again he practically was just a watcher as he saw all the others using their powers, some with so much grace and some with not so much. But either way they were doing so much better than him.

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"Hey Nerd!" The piglin hybrid ran up to the blond, Dream chuckled then responded "Hey Techno."

—Techno was a blood god, God's like him are hard to find nowadays but they still existed ofcourse—"Anyways what did you need?" Dream asked the hybrid.

"Well I never really seen you use your powers and you're the son of Zeus so surely you have cool powers." Techno told the blond with the aura of curiosity surrounding the pinkette, Dream stared—He stared in shock, He was 17 now and has never used his powers since. He probably even forgot how to use them anyways.

" I uhm-...I don't think I remember how it's...It's been a while." Dream answered truthfully, "Dream I know you know how just show meee." Techno said pretending to be whiny.

Hundreds or maybe even thousands of thoughts raced across Dream's mind.

'You can't do it you'll just end up hurting someone.'

'Ugh just show him you're acting so weak.'

'So pathetic...'

'Such a disappointment.'

Voices...Dream always heard voices whenever someone brought up the conversation of his power, They wanted him to use his power because they know it could go haywire.

"-arth to Dream?" Techno spoke waving his hand infront of the taller snapping him out of his thoughts, "Yea sorry, sorry." Dream answered as he fiddled with his cloak "So can you show me?" Techno pleaded to the blond.

"Fine-" Dream hesitantly answered as he switched his gaze to his hands to the tip of his fingers. "Cmon let's go to the forest near the town." Techno said turning around and heading there, Although Dream's breath hitched alot of other god's stayed in that area that means most of them would see him.

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"Cmon, Look it's easy." The half-piglin said waving his hands as a glowing red orb appeared then disappeared leaving a smoky aura as it also faded away, Dream tried to remember how to atleast create a spark but he could feel a rumble in his chest.

He held his hands as he focused his energy, He felt a spark on the tip of his fingers—In the side Techno watched as what was about to unfold—Sweat dripped down the blond's forehead as his control was slipping away he could feel his power swirling around him. He gritted his teeth before something happened...Something he dreaded and wish wouldn't happen.

He lost control...

Smoke was evident in the scene as a crowd gathered around wondering what went on, As the smoke cleared everyone gasped at the sight—There was Dream kneeling down shaking with beautiful black-feathered wings, His eyes glowed an even more vibrant green—.

Others stared at the blond—Demi-Gods weren't supposed to look like that right?—As whispers filled the silence Techno looked at his friend he saw something in Dream snap and he went ballistic.

Techno watched as Dream used his powers so gracefully to attack the other god's at the scene—Techno knew Dream for so long he knew he hadn't had much control but today he tried to push him—This wasn't Dream...

Dream didn't know how to use his powers and he definitely wouldn't try to hurt anyone...

But here Techno stood alongside other god's fighting the blond they didn't realize until it was a bit too late that their attacks did nothing and during that the 'demi-god' grew slightly he was much more taller than Techno knew, Everyone continued trying to weaken the giant as other tried informing Dream's father.

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Dream's father—Zues—was ecstatic hearing his 'son' could control his power but that happiness soon ended as he saw the destruction scattered across his land and the bloodied and bruised god's lying on the ground...

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I hope you liked my first oneshot I posted :^

And in this story Dream and Techno aren't Rivals they are actually friends XD

Forgive me for my typos or grammar English also isn't my 1st language.

Quiet

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements

// Hi! This is a new blog of mine (haven’t been on tumblr in years 💀). I’ve been stalking the mcyt g/t tag for awhile and noticed the tag was kinda dying so I’m making an appearance to fan the flames lol. I hope y’all like this story! Feel free to send asks and whatever lol //

The torch in his hand flickered, the flames dancing on the end of the stick as George gingerly made his way through the cavern he’d found himself lost in. He wasn’t planning on even going into any caves today, the original plan being to find some food to stock up on. But while he was wandering in search of animals, the sight of exposed iron tempted him. One thing led to another, and now the brit was lost. A single torch, some wooden tools, and a single piece of chicken to his name.

The sound of guttural groaning startled him, causing him to whip around and pull out his sword, putting away his torch as a result. When he realized that he covered himself in thick darkness, he scrambled to get out his torch once more. His hands shook fearfully as he looked around for his light source, and his attention was taken away from the horrible, inhuman sounds getting closer, and closer. By the time George found his torch, a green, decaying face appeared with the newfound light and charged at him. It’s dead hands grabbed at him, damaging him instantly. George screamed and tried to back up, but failed to realize that there was no passage to safety behind him, but a long drop down into the heart of the cave, right into a burning pool of lava. Before he could realize this, he lost his balance. George was falling, falling, falling… And as his body finally hit the scorching, agonizing heat of the earth’s hottest liquid, he let out one last scream of plea;

“NOOOO!”

George threw his headset across the room as the “You Died” screen appeared on his computer. He grinded his teeth in annoyance as he tossed his head back and facepalmed. That was his fifth attempt at playing Minecraft Hardcore mode today. The british gamer was determined to keep a world running until he could beat the game, but at this rate it seemed that personal challenge would take him weeks.

As he leaned forward to grab his bottle of water, he could hear footsteps sounding from down the hall. A moment later there was a knock on his door. “George? Dude? Are you good in there?”

George rolled his eyes as he stood from his chair, stretching his arms as he walked to the door to let the familiar voice inside. “Yes, Sapnap. I’m fine. Just annoyed at this stupid game.” He huffed as he met his roommate’s gaze. The American who lived with him scrunched up his face as he pushed past George to enter his room. “Uuh.. ok. Yeah, come on in I guess.” He said sarcastically, stifling an annoyed groan.

Sapnap ignored George as he walked up to the Brit’s desk, his hands on his hips as he looked around at the cluttered, trash filled space. George leaned on his wall by the door, waiting on Sapnap to turn around so he could get the hint that he didn’t want him in his room right now. But the man just shook his head as he dared to pick up a crushed can of Sprite. “How long have you been in here?” Sapnap asked, revulsion dripping from his words. George just scoffed. “Why?” He asked. Sapnap turned around to finally face him.

“Dude, me and Karl moved in with you because we thought it’d be cool to, like, hangout all the time. But as soon as that first week was up it’s like we only see you max twice a week.” George crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap. “What is this? Some intervention?” Sapnap shrugged as he tossed the can into the trash. “Maybe… It’s just.. There’s nothing wrong with liking games, I like them too but… you really need to take a break from your computer.”

George looked at him again. Sapnap also crossed his arms over his chest as the two stood at a standstill. Sapnap was waiting on George to say something, while George was waiting on Sapnap to leave him alone. But alas, Sapnap was a stronger man than him.

George sighed, dropping his arms to his sides. “Ok, fine. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a little chronically online… whatever. But what else is there to do? It’s autumn, and cold, and the fun things are closed.” Sapnap raised an eyebrow and smiled. George didn’t like when he smiled like that. “What if,” Sapnap crowed, “I told you there was?”

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“A cabin. In the middle of nowhere. In Ohio. THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF SOMETHING FUN TO DO?!?!”

George threw his hands up over his head as Sapnap loaded the last bag into the car. The American laughed as the taller American, Karl, put a comforting hand on George’s back. “Awww come on, George! It’ll be just like camping! But with electricity, and we won’t have to sleep in a tent! And there’s plumbing!” He exclaimed, his face lit up with excitement that even George couldn’t stay mad at. But he could be annoyed with it. The brit crossed his arms as he glared at Sapnap, who was playing with the car keys. The brunette laughed as he shrugged. “Come on, George. It’s only for a week.” He chuckled.

George looked back at their Floridan home with sadness, but Karl’s stupid smile and tight half-hug ultimately had George groaning and walking towards Sapnap’s car. “Fine. But I’m riding shotgun.” He declared. “Nope! Already called it!” Karl giggled as he ran ahead of George and tussled with him for the front seat.

Whatever. Maybe Sapnap and Karl were right. Maybe this little no-internet getaway will be fun.

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Even after about 14 and a half hours, George couldn’t say he was having the time of his life. Save for a few fun singing moments, pit stops, and funny stories between the men, the road trip was very long, and very tiring. Maybe it was a good thing that George sat in the back for most of the trip, because Karl got so carsick that they had to pull over on a busy highway so he could throw up. Twice.

George was napping in the backseat when he felt the car come to a stop. This wouldn’t normally make him stir, but the sound of a car door opening definitely peaked his interest enough for him to open an eye. “Wake up, George. We’re at the check-in.” Karl reached back and shook George’s shoulder gently. The Brit yawned and sat up, shrugging Karl’s hand off of him. ”Do we have to go in?” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Well you don’t have to, but I have to pee.” He snickered. George, not wanting to sit alone in the car, followed Karl into the old, antique-looking check-in cabin. As George looked around the outside, he realized just how isolated this place was. The trees were huge, nearly comically so. The branches and leaves were wild and thick, blocking a lot of the setting sun’s light from getting through. He was half asleep while Sapnap and Karl were talking earlier, but he’s pretty sure he heard Sapnap mention the nearest general store was a half hour drive away from their cabin.

The bell above the door let out a ring as Karl and George entered the room. It was smaller than what he expected. The lighting was dim. It didn’t help that all the windows were shut with the curtains pulled tight. There was a rack with magazines and pamphlets on one side of the room, with some seating on the other. The check-in desk was right in the middle. An elderly lady sat behind it, talking with Sapnap. She couldn’t have been younger than 70. “Hi, ma’am,” Karl began, “I was just looking for-“

“For the bathroom?” She sent him a knowing smile. “You wan’ go down that hall, second door on th’ left. I ain’t cleaned it since last week, so I hope you ain’t no germaphobe.” Karl smiled at her, nodding a thanks before heading down the hall. She turned back to Sapnap and handed him a key. “As I was sayin’, This opens th’ front door, back door, and top floor porch. Y’all got the best cabin I can offer ya. I only hope it suits y’all tropical boys nicely.” Sapnap laughed as he jingled the keys in his hand. “Thank you! I’m sure it will.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of money. Rich bastard. “This should be what I owe you.” The lady reached forward and counted the cash with boney fingers. She hummed after a moment and looked up at Sapnap. “You’re off by twenty.” She said. Sapnap frowned and counted the cash on the counter. Cursing under his breath, he excused himself to look for more in the car. The bell above the door ringed as he jogged to the car.

George, not wanting to initiate conversation, turned to the pamphlets and pretended to browse. A still silence filled the room for a few long moments. “Have you ever been campin’?” The lady’s voice suddenly sounded, mildly startling George. He didn’t turn to her as he replied, “No, I haven’t.” He could hear her shift in her chair. “I could tell.” The southern drawl in her voice was both comforting and odd. George stayed quiet.

Suddenly it was as if a large gust of wind came out of no where, and caused the trees from outside to shift. The sound of branches scraping against each other and leaves rustling was a loud juxtaposition to the calm quietness a mere moment before. It wouldn’t have been strange, if it weren’t for the fact that George couldn’t hear any wind. Just rustling. George turned his head to a closed window and narrowed his eyes. He waited for it to stop but it didn’t. It sounded like it was getting closer, if anything. A weird, sudden wave of overwhelming curiosity came over the brit as he walked closer to the window. The rustling got louder. George reached out to move the curtain, when a cold hand suddenly seized his wrist, and with shocking strength, held him back.

“Don’t.” The lady whispered. When George dared to look at her face he was met with eyes full of terror. The rustling from outside stopped. Her hand shook as she held onto George, her grip never loosening, as if she was holding him for comfort. After a stunned second George pulled his arm away and stood back. “What the heck is wrong with you?” He let out, surprised at his own confrontational tone. The lady just shushed him as she inched closer to the window. “It heard you arrive.”

George felt his heart sink in an impending doom type of feeling. “What are you talking about?” What could be big enough to make those noises? Bears? He didn’t think there were bears in Ohio. And even if there were, would it be such a scary event of one appearing, that the lady who lived here would react in such a way?

Her eyes remained glued to George as the two stood in uncomfortable silence. After a minute, she let out a breath. She must’ve been holding it. When George sighed, he realized he’d been as well.

“It wants me to open th’ curtains.” She stuttered, walking back behind the counter. “It wants to see you.” George’s mouth was open in a silent shock. “Listen to me, boy. No matter how loud the trees talk, no matter how much you feel watched, no matter what you see, you can never, ever go out there alone. Never. Those who go into the woods alone don’t never ever come back home the same. Do you understand me, boy?”

“I-“ George’s voice faltered. “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?!” She shouted.

Suddenly, a door opened from down the hall, and Karl walked out. His face was pale, and if George knew Karl, then Karl had definitely been in there puking the whole time. Thanks a lot Karl. The taller man looked at the lady with confusion as he put himself between her and George. A bell ringing caused George to whip his head around to look at the opening door. Deep down he wanted to shout “Close the door!” But, not wanting to seem crazy, he bit his tongue. Sapnap paused at the door, a wad of five dollar bills in his hand as he looked at the scene before him.

“Uhh..I found twenty dollars..”

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“Ok… you’re gonna have to start over. What about trees talking, now?”

George frowned at the back of Sapnap’s head as he growled in frustration. “How many times do I have to explain, guys?! The trees started rustling, so I went to open the window and she went crazy! She said there’s was something out there and it wanted to watch us.” His voice was strained as he tried to explain the best he could, but honestly he was still shaken up from the experience. Despite that, here they were, back in the car and driving towards the cabin.

Sapnap shot Karl a look of worry, but the other just looked back at George with sympathy. “Dude she was… old. She’s just some crazy old lady living alone in the woods. There probably wasn’t even any rustling! I didn’t hear-“ George cut him off. “No, no. You can say she’s crazy all you want but I heard the rustling, and I’m not crazy.” He looked at Sapnap once more. “You were literally outside, Sapnap. Tell me you heard it!” Karl looked at Sapnap now, and the driver seemed to zone out in thought for a moment, before shaking his head and replying, “I heard the wind making the leaves shake, George.” To that George fell back in the seat and stared at the top of the car. “George.. dont let some crazy old woman get you superstitious. We’re here to have fun, remember?” Karl looked back at George, waiting for a reply. “Ok. Yeah.” George muttered, clearing his throat. “You guys are probably right.” He sat up again and Karl smiled at him. The boy turned back around and began playing with the radio as he and Sapnap argued over what station to play.

George looked out the window and tuned them out with his own thoughts. He was being too paranoid. That lady lived alone for probably years, in the middle of what could’ve been the creepiest woods in the country. Of course she was out of her mind. Who wouldn’t be? He shouldn’t dwell on it.

But as the car began to lose its connection to the radio, and the silence of the woods began to pour into the car, and what little light there was left of the sunset faded.. George couldn’t help but think about what she said. The woman never said the thing…whatever it was…wasn’t trying to see them…

But that it was trying to see him.

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“Holy moly! Would you look at the size of that!” Karl beamed as he shoved his head out of the window. George leaned up to look at the cabin through the front window as Sapnap rolled up into the driveway. “I told you guys I got us the best of the best.” Sapnap said, pride swelling in his tone. “Don’t get too cocky, we haven’t even seen the inside.” George said. But he had to admit that it was nice. It was a two-story wooden cabin with beautifully elegant architecture. The bright lights already on from inside the building was a comforting sight, especially since it got dark fast. Sapnap just scoffed playfully as he put the car in park and got out.

They grabbed what bags they could carry and headed inside. Sapnap unlocked the door and led them inside. George gasped and Karl all but screamed. Inside was the largest living room ever with the nicest, renovated kitchen George had seen in awhile, all underneath a beautiful glass skylight, that allowed them to see not only the second floor, but the sky as well. He didn’t expect something this nice to be in a place like this, owned by a woman like that. He could see doors that led to different rooms as well as a staircase that led upstairs to what apparently was the game room. Sapnap’s been talking about playing pool since they started this vacation.

“Alright. How about we get the rest of our bags in and head to bed? It’s late.” Karl suggested, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead, mumbling briefly about the heat as he dropped his bags where he stood. The other two agreed and dropped their bags as well, heading back to the car to get the rest of their things.

As they walked back to the car, George took a moment to look out into the dark surroundings. He’d never lived anywhere remote before. His whole life, even back in England, he’d lived in the city. The lights never went dark there, and he liked that. It beat going outside at night to take out the trash and not being able to see anything around you.

As he stared into the seemingly endless blackness, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking back to the old lady. He wanted to believe she was crazy and move on, he really did, but she just seemed so… scared. All of her windows were shut and covered. Not just one, but all of them. As creepy as the woods were, they were also pleasant to look at in the day. Why would she, someone who chose to live in them, cover all the ways of seeing them unless she was truly terrified of something out there. Something watching her. George’s eyes were looking around. He felt like he didn’t have control over his wandering gaze as he scanned the edge of the trees.

He was about to turn his head away when he saw a heap of shadows rapidly retreat into the trees.

George froze. His heart stopped in his chest and his breath hitched. He fixed on the spot where the darkness was and the trees began, his eyes stuck open, fearful that if they were to close that he’d miss something. He stared at the spot with alarming stillness. What was that? Whatever it was, it was big enough to even overshadow the large trees. George gulped as he could faintly hear something. Shifting. Rustling. Like the wind was lightly blowing the branches once more, but George felt no gusts of air hit his sweaty skin. And yet…

“George! Dude! Come on, there’s only a few more bags in there.” The sound of Sapnap’s voice forced George out of his trance, and he dared to turn his head away from the trees to look at him. Sapnap gave George a questioning gaze. George glanced back at the trees momentarily. Nothing. Not even a sound. He turned back and cleared his throat. “Never been in the woods before.” He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “It’s weird out here.” He said, forcing a smile. Sapnap and Karl already thought he was freaking out, he didn’t need to make them think it was worse. “Well you can daydream all you want after you get the last bags.” Sapnap walked back inside the cabin, following Karl. George heaved a sigh as he buried his face in his palms. He had to get himself together. He was getting too paranoid. She was just a crazy old lady.

There was nothing out there.

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“Dude! Ow, don’t splash me! That water is hot, what the heck is wrong with you?!” Karl complained as he ducked for cover behind a chair as George and Sapnap laughed, trying to splash the boy with the water from the hot tub. They did invite Karl to get in, but the boy refused, opting to just sit outside and talk with them instead. He claimed it was already warm outside, but the other two called him crazy since it was literally 50°F.

It’s been three days since they arrived at the cabin. And honestly, it has been some of the best fun George has had in awhile. Despite George’s hesitance, they went out and explored the woods the first day. It was so beautiful, that not even George’s paranoia kept him from enjoying himself. And not to mention that they didn’t hear or see anything, and no rustling happened without the wind’s help. The forest was quiet, and tranquil, not even the sounds of birds or other rodents could be heard. The second day they all played pool, which George lost pitifully at. He felt annoyed, but it was all in good fun. They even made chicken (that they brought from home). It was honestly delicious, and at that point George wasn’t even thinking about the occurrence at the check-in cabin. And now here they were, the night of the third day, having the time of their lives on the second floor porch. No rustling, or scary wilderness noises to be heard. Just the comforting laughter of his best friends. George honestly felt embarrassed that he was so worked up the other day. A monster in the woods! How stupid.

“Well, what’d I tell you, George? I told you that we’d have fun!” Sapnap gloated, sitting back in the hot tub, relaxing. George rolled his eyes endearingly. “Fine, okay, you were right. I really needed to get out of my room. Thanks, Sap.” Sapnap over-exaggeratingly placed a hand on his heart and open his mouth in shock. He could hear Karl laughing softly as well. “George? Giving me a compliment? Maybe this place is haunted by the scary woods monster!” George replied by splashing him right in the face. Sapnap laughed as he spit out the water that’d gotten into his mouth.

“How are you guys still in there? It’s so hot out..” George and Sapnap looked over to Karl. He was sitting on one of the stools and was facing the two men in the hot tub. He was wearing a muscle shirt and basketball shorts. And even though the wind wasn’t blowing tonight, it was still freezing. George was about to reply with a snarky response, when Sapnap spoke over him. “Karl? Are you ok?” George glanced at Sapnap before looking back at Karl. Now that he actually took a moment to study his face.. he could tell something was wrong.

Karl’s face was red. And not just a normal red, but red red. Scarlet red. His eyes were drooping, not like he was tired but like he was forcing himself to stay conscious. He was slouching. He looked like he was on the brink of death. “I’m fine, just a little hot.” He said meagerly. At this, Sapnap hopped out of the tub and went to his side, an arm wrapped around him as he felt the boy’s forehead. “Jesus Karl! You’re scorching hot!” He exclaimed. Sapnap moved Karl from the chair, the boy only letting a weak groan of protest but not being able to resist much more by the looks of it. George was out of the tub by then, a towel around his green trunks as he hovered nearby. “George, go get my car keys. I’m taking him to the hospital.” Sapnap ordered. He didn’t have to tell George twice, the Brit was flying down the stairs and to the bar where the car keys were, running outside and starting the car.

Sapnap and Karl walked outside not a minute later, Karl using Sapnap as a support as he walked with shaky knees. As he watched them walk towards the car, he realized that the boy had probably been sick since the start of their trip, and just blamed it on car sickness. George felt a twinge of guilt for not noticing his friend’s true condition.

Sapnap and George helped Karl into the backseat and Sapnap went to get in the driver’s side. As George opened the passenger door, Sapnap stopped him. “No, George. You stay here. We’ll be back before morning.” The Brit froze at his friend’s words. He stared at him dumbfoundedly before shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not staying here alone!” Sapnap’s expression was now that of agitation. “For Christ’s sake, George. I think Karl being a million degrees and nauseous is a little more important than you’re stupid paranoia.” George flinched, and Sapnap’s face softened slightly. “We can’t leave our shit alone out here. Our credit cards are in there and our phones are in there, not to mention our clothes. The hospital is, like, an hour away. We’ll be back by the morning.” His tone was full of reassurance, but was still on edge. George opened his mouth to fire back, but the sound of Karl puking in the back seat shut him up. He shut the passenger door and stood back from the car, his arms crossing over his exposed chest as Sapnap started the car and drove off, leaving George alone.

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The most logical thing to do is sleep until morning. He’ll wake up to the sound of Sapnap’s car pulling into the driveway, and be greeted by him and a better-looking Karl and he’ll laugh at how scared he was to be alone in the cabin.

And yet, here he lay, three hours later, wide awake.

He took a shower, put on his favorite grey sweatpants and his best blue sweatshirt, and immediately scurried to get into bed. He thought as long as the hall light was on, the doors were locked, and his window curtains were drawn, he’d be able to fall gracefully into sleep. Boy, was he wrong.

George turned over on his side, the blanket hugged tightly in his arms, eyes wide open. All three men had their own room, and they slept alone every night, so it wasn’t like sleeping alone was the thing scaring George. He was scared because if he heard something or, God forbid, saw something, there’d be nobody around for him to run to. The closest person to him was the old lady, and the check-in cabin was at least a 45 minute walk, and anything further than that being more than a two hour walk. He inhaled a shaky breath as his heart pounded in his chest. He was hyper focused on listening to anything that sounded from the outdoors. Thankfully, he could hear nothing.

Eventually George decided to sit up in the bed. He leaned over to the night stand and opened the drawer, looking for a book or magazine to keep him occupied. A disappointed look appeared on his face when all he was met with was a dust ball.

The Brit was going to try and go to sleep again, but thirst nagged at his dry mouth. He usually got water before bed, but tonight he was just too distracted.

As he stood up and walked to his bedroom door, he felt his body hesitate to go any further. The curtains in his room were shut, but the rest of the house had their windows wide open and ready to be looked into by any terrifying monster. He again thought of the old lady. All of her windows were blocked off, and she grew frantic at the idea of opening them, even an inch. George’s breath was shaky as he peered out of his door. It led straight to the kitchen so at least he didn’t have to make a scary walk down a dark hallway. He glanced at all the windows in the big room, and was relieved to see no inhuman monstrosities looking back.

Gingerly, George walked out into the kitchen and began looking for the cabinet with the cups. He checked all the windows again before he found a mug and walked over to the sink. He turned on the water and watched his mug fill up.

It was quiet.

The woods should be full of crickets, toads, and other activity but… it was quiet. Like mother nature was holding her breath. The only sound was the faucet running. George felt weird. Like, he was doing something wrong. Or was somewhere wrong. It was uncanny. And now that he thought of it, it felt this way in the woods the other day. Maybe he was subconsciously distracting himself with banter among his friends, but deep down…he knew something was wrong. The woods were quiet. Not in a peaceful way, but in a wrong way. Yesterday they stayed inside, but what George thought was the feeling of agitation from losing pool over and over, was starting to feel like how he felt now. Yeah, he was annoyed. But he was also ever so slightly keep his eye on the large, open windows surrounding them on every side. It was hard to describe what he was feeling. He could beat out it as something primal in him trying to take over his mind and make him run and hide in a little hole.

He realized his cup was overflowed and turned off the sink, drinking the water down as he leaned against the counter.

George’s brows furrowed. It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be so worked up, he shouldn’t have cold chills running down his arms and spine. He shouldn’t be working up a cold sweat, his heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, he had no reason to be scared. She was a crazy old woman. George wasn’t superstitious, he didn’t even believe in ghosts. Why, why was he so worked up? It’s like everywhere he went, something was watching him. But how? He checked every single window. The ones by the front door, the ones beside him, the grand ones to behind him. He checked every single window! There was no way, he was being watched.

George took a drink, and froze, the mug sitting by his lips. His heart stopped, his chills went still on his body, and his mind went numb.

He checked every single window, except one.

George’s body shook with anxiety. That primal feeling of raw fear filled his veins as he tilted his chin up.

The ceiling skylight.

He looked up to the glass ceiling and felt his entire existence shatter. He couldn’t conjure a though, no less a scream.

Looking back at him were two glowing green eyes, empty of light, empty of human emotion, focused on nothing but him, completely centered on every micro movement George was making. He shuddered as the thing seemed to perk up at George finally seeing it, as if it were saying, “Finally, what took you so long?”

Either it was too dark to see the rest of its features, or he didn’t look long enough, but the two green eyes was all he needed to see to get the hell out of that room.

Finally, after days, George let himself scream. He screamed with all his being, screamed so loud that he felt his vocal chords shake. He sprinted as fast as he could back to his room and slammed the door behind him. He heard the monster make a sound, it sounds like a bear growling, as he could literally feel the house shift under its weight, like it was trying to find George from the skylight.

The Brit was hyperventilating, he went for his phone but it had no service. He cursed loudly as he threw it on the bed.

Suddenly he could hear what he feared most, glass shattering. He heard it shatter and fall on the ground, and now he could hear the monster more clearly. It was animalistic sounds like he’d never heard of. Weird growling that he could only affiliate to a large bear or lion, but much deeper, much more evil.

George backed himself against the farthest wall as his body shook, literally shook, with panic. Rummaging could be heard from the other room, and George felt like being sick when he realized that it could only be the monster reaching it’s hand inside to feel around for him.

George looked around his room, trying to come up with a plan. He couldn’t hide in here, it could tear down the wall and grab him and he’d be dead.

His eyes flicked over to the largest window he had. He could run. He walked over to it and opened the curtains, peering out at the eerie darkness with a pit in his chest. It would expect him to stay in the house. If he ran, it wouldn’t expect it.

George opened the window but paused before he jumped out. He looked back at the bed and grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight. He stared out the window once more, beginning to rethink his spontaneous idea before he heard a loud thump hit against his door, and the monster make a horrible sound of knowing.

He didn’t give it a chance to tear down his wall before jumping out of the window and sprinting full force into the thick dark. Alone.

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It was 4 am. The slightest hints of light were beginning to show, and George hadn’t slept a wink. Ever since he jumped out of the window, he’d been on the move. He stayed in the general vicinity of the woods edge, because the last thing he wanted was to get lost in the monster’s territory. He was exhausted,. Physically, mentally, emotionally, instinctively. He wanted to pass out, to let sleep take over, to rest. But he couldn’t.

A few hours ago he dared to look back at the cabin to find that the monster wasn’t leaning over it anymore. And ever since then, George had been making sure to never keep looking in one direction for too long.

Part of him wanted it to turn out that he was crazy, that he hallucinated the whole thing. Because ever since he jumped out of the window, he hadn’t seen it at all. Surely it would’ve been chasing him by now? If it wasn’t, then was it real at all?

But then the silence filled his ears, and that was enough to reassure him that he wasn’t alone.

It was looking for him.

George decided to stay put at the forest edge behind the cabin, where he could see the driveway incase Sapnap decided to make an appearance. He was tired, and was hyper focusing on the sounds around him.

If he just would’ve came out of his room, if he just spent more time with his friends, none of this would’ve happened. Sapnap wouldn’t have done this to try and make George socialize. Was this his punishment for being a bad friend? Was this the price to pay for being an ungrateful prick? George couldn’t help but curl up into himself. Sapnap and Karl won’t be back for hours. They won’t be back until it’s too late, and they’ll come inside and see what happened and think he went crazy. Sapnap will blame himself and Karl will too. Why did it have to turn out this way? Why him? Why?

A car could be heard in the distance.

George lifted his head from his knees and looked bewildered at the driveway. A familiar black car pulled into the long driveway, a comforting yellow light coming off of the headlights. They were home. They were home! He did it! He beat the fucking monster!

George stood, his body shaking as he balanced his exhausted body on the trees beside him. He opened his mouth to yell, but he was cut off.

The trees behind him rustled.

And the air was still.

George had his phone in his hands, and as he turned around he shined the flashlight up, and up, and up….

And two lifeless, inhuman, green eyes met the shine of his light.

George stumbled back, falling over. But what he didn’t know was that the space behind him wasn’t a safe field of open yard, but the hand of the monster, sitting in wait for George to fall right into it.

George gasped and violently writhed as fingers quickly wrapped around his form, he whined in fear as he tried with what little energy he had left to squeeze out of the cold hands that had him trapped.

And as the monster stood up, George let out one last scream of plea;

“NOOOOO!”

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part two? maybe 👀

I think it would be the last post for now cause I have a lot of mid-term assignment waiting for me to do ;-;;

but I feel bad of not posting anything for u guys so there it is ! I thought I would only draw about three to four drawings but it ended up I drew eight of them lol

And sorry for the drawings are really sketchy! This time . Cause I am trying to balance the time and this post 😭

Oh and I tried to draw dream after his face reveal soo it may not looks like him cause I’m still finding or studying how should draw him!

-Tiny Hero-

I like some plot about the giant was trapped and the tiny save them. But the first time the giant didn’t trust them they thought the tiny’s gonna hurt them, so they try to shake them off or glare at them ,hissing….

Basically the set up is like dream is a giant, and the giant species are having a war with the witches.

And unfortunately he was trapped by their magic so he couldn’t move around. He keeps struggling, and yet he chose to keep his strength for another round of struggle.

With the noise he made, a person started to approach where the noise came from. And the view in his eyes, he was certain that he would never forget that scene. A giant was trapped on the ground, and staring at him with his hazel eyes.

He was too shocked to do anything, and right before he trying to have a closer look at the giant. The giant noticed that the George carry arrows on his shoulder. Which made him go to a defensive mood. He never broke his eye contact with George, and keeps hissing or even tries to bite him.And poor George , just trying his best to show Dream he has no intention to hurt him.

And George didn’t do anything on that day, he decided to leave the giant alone. On the next day, he came back. The giant was surprised, he didn’t think about that he would visit him again.

And this time George brought something to him. Watching him slowly preparing the food that he has brought. Dream asked him some questions, “why are you doing this?” “What do you want from me?” “Are you with those witches?” But George didn’t respond at all. Just silently minding his own business. Trying to rewind the memory of the first day . George also didn’t speak or talk anything. He assume that maybe they don’t speak the same language?

Dream didn’t want to eat the food George has prepared, but when he saw George was eating the food that he brought. Well he won’t eat the food if he poisoned it right? He ate it and keep observing this mysterious guy, that trying to help him but not releasing him.

Something snaps in his mind, he was trapped in a witches magic. Therefore, normal human beings may not able to free him cause humans can’t use any magic. He felt so hopeless, afraid that would he be trapped in the forest forever? Or maybe the witches would find him and kill him. But at least he got a small companion?

This human never leave him after he didn’t do anything tries to hurt him. They slowly gaining trust between each other.

Each day George will visit dream and brings some food for him . But dream always wonder how this tiny being can search a lot of food in a short period of time? Maybe this human really a good hunter.

Dream starts talking to him and George just keeps looking at him didn’t answer back his questions.

and here’s some imagination about when they finally gain enough trust to sleep together

And one day the same time, the human came from the same way he usually does. Dream as always started talks with him, and yet George suddenly talked.

“I am sorry that I hide this from you at the first day. I’m an elf and now I’m going to break the magic.”

He finally took of his hoodie, he doesn’t have ears similar to human beings instead of a pair of pointed ears. Then a magic staff suddenly appeared in his hand, and the blue glowing rune gradually appeared on his face.

And these scenes are out of my vocabulary lmao idk how to describe it. LMAO

Use yOuR ImAginatIoNnnn.

Like he is chanting the spell to free dweam

Idk how many mistakes are there in this post lol I don’t care about that lmao (writing at 1 am here.

I wasn’t planned to write that long , all I want to do is just describe what is happening in the pictures. But it somehow turn out tons of words and it is reaching my English limits ;-;; sorry guys.

Andddd I’m still thinking that what would they do after that. Does dream feel betrayed by George? Originally I planned on it but I’m not satisfied with that idea

so plz give me some advice or suggestions :D

And again Feel free to ask me draw something or give me ideassss

But I won’t be able to draw it immediately cuz u know assignment oof

You Were Supposed to Be Frozen (part 3)

Word count: 1,779

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George shivers, wrapping the scrap of fabric that he stole from the human’s blanket a bit more tightly around himself, trying and failing to keep himself warm.

For some reason, the human seems to be letting their fire die out. They’re curled up underneath their blankets, slowly breathing in and out, and they’ve made no moves to add any wood to the firepit even though only a few small flames remain.

George frowns, hesitantly leaning around the rock he’s hiding behind as he tries to get a closer look at the human. Are they asleep already? Is that why they aren’t fixing the fire?

The human doesn’t budge; their eyes stay closed. George slowly creeps over to the fire, trying to figure out if there’s a way to save it.

Even if he did fix it, though, it’s not like it would do much to warm him up. His hiding space is on the other side of the cave and the warmth doesn’t really reach that far. But after the human kept him warm his first night he was here, he feels like he should repay the favor, even though it was completely unintentional on the human’s part.

George grabs onto a few broken sticks scattered across the floor from when the human brought branches inside, dragging them over and doing his best to add them to the flames, being careful not to tumble into the firepit. Unfortunately, it’s clear that these will only add a few extra minutes of life to the fire.

He sighs, warily glancing at the human as he tries to figure out what to do. Will they wake up on their own once the flames go out? Or will they stay asleep until it gets dangerously cold? He can sense a storm approaching, it would be bad for the fire to be out all night.

What should I do?

Czytaj dalej

Hello! I'm still here, and no I don't have any fic's right now :( but I do have more pictures! :>

This picture was inspired by a comment on one of my Dino dream post! Dream and his friends

If u remember my Wolf shifter dream Au then you'll remember him!

And here is mouse borrower tommy! He's also apart of the wolf shifter dream au

And as a treat here is borrower tommy who got caught by dream :)

I have no ideas right now, if any of you have Fic or drawing ideas I'll be happy to do them! Any Au of mine is fine too!

Quiet pt 2

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, minor character death (don’t be scared it’s not any main/side character), swearing, minor injury

// Wow. I really didn’t expect so much love on the first post- Thank you so much! I’m very flattered that my story was well received! I hope you all enjoy this part, it’s long lol //

He was hungry. No, not just hungry. Starving; he was starving. The last time he’d had something to eat was too long ago to count on one hand, and now his stomach was complaining about it in a loud, agitating way.

The only way to stop this annoying feeling, he decided, was to go out and look for something to eat.

So that he did. He had to have been looking around for hours, prowling the area in search of anything remotely appetizing. The search was beginning to grow tiring, and he lost hope that he’d find anything to eat at all.

Until he saw exactly what he wanted. It pulled up right in a vehicle, as if presenting itself to him on a silver platter, complete with a fork and knife. Excitedly, he walked closer, and closer, and closer, reaching out his cold hand until…

“Here. How many tacos can forty-five bucks get me?” Sapnap held out two twenties to the food-truck worker, shivering a bit as he clutched to his jacket with his other hand. The man took his cash and told him that he could get eight tacos. He nodded, and stood aside to wait.

When he brought Karl in, he’d been in nothing but his wet trunks and a light jacket he’d had in his car. It would’ve been a good idea to change before going to the hospital, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he was in a rush to make sure his friend was ok. Thankfully the nurses lent him a free t-shirt. Turns out Karl was ok, he just needed some antibiotics and rest, according to the doctor that saw him. Once they were out of there, they headed to the pharmacy to wait on Karl’s antibiotics. The boy had asked Sapnap to get them some food, since they’d be waiting for awhile. Honestly Sapnap didn’t even realize how starved he was before Karl mentioned food. So Sapnap left him in the heated car while he went in search of something that wasn’t greasy.

When he heard the man yell out his name he walked over and picked up his take-out bag. He thanked him before walking back to the car to wait with Karl.

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The drive back to the cabin was way, way worse at night. After the two got the medicine and finished eating they headed back to the cabin so Karl could get his much-needed rest. At first the boy had insisted he sit up front and keep Sapnap company, but the other refused, all but forcing him to get in the back so he could lay down. That didn’t stop Karl from talking with him, though.

“Please, you sound like my mom, Sap. “Ooh, Karl! You’ll hurt yourself talking so much, Karl! Don’t you ever get tired of being so energetic, Karl?” C’mon. I’m fine! The medicine was, like, magic or something. I feel much better already!” The boy’s voice did in fact sound more uplifted, but he was still audibly and visibly weak. His cheeks were still flush red, and his eyes looked dead. Though, it was four in the morning, so being tired wasn’t out of the ordinary. Sapnap himself had been stifling a yawn since they began their drive back.

“Don’t care. The doctor said you should rest, so I’m just following orders.” He shrugged, smirking a little as he could hear the man pout. “But if you have to talk, at least do it laying down or something. You don’t have to be right by my face, dude. I can hear you.” He glanced to his right and was immediately met with Karl’s red, sickly-looking face. The man had a heady grin as he giggled and sat back in his seat. Sapnap chuckled as well, glad to have the tension of the drive to the hospital all but gone and in the past.

For a few minutes the two settled into a comfortable silence, only interrupted by the sound of the wind and the chirping of the crickets outside. Sapnap himself was zoned out as the car made its way across the land, only snapping back to full alert when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “I feel bad that George had to stay behind.. I hope he’s doing ok. He sounded so scared earlier.” Karl said, tiredness dripping from his tone as he yawned and finally laid down on his back.

Honestly he’d forgotten about the Brit in the cabin from all the excitement. When Karl mentioned him, Sapnap felt a sudden wave of guilt crash over him. “Shit. I forgot all about him..” He admitted, his voice faltering. “I mean, he’s seemed fine these last couple days.. I guess.” Sapnap frowned. George was only fine because he wasn’t alone. And now he was. Damn it. He was definitely freaking out right now. Without thinking much, he pressed on the gas and sped up.

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By the time he pulled into the driveway he could feel gravity pulling down his eyelids. He always hated driving at night, it strained his eyes and gave him the worst headaches. But he would do anything for Karl, he guessed.

Once the car was in park, he rested his head on the back of the car seat, a small ‘thud’ sounding as he leaned back, his lips parting slightly to sigh. Guilt had been clouding his mind ever since Karl reminded him of George. He was unfair to him. His friend had made it clear he was uncomfortable with being alone yet he left him anyways. Stupid, stupid.

George really did seem to believe that there was some paranormal being out in the woods. It was so out of character for his otherwise “matter-of-factly” friend. Sapnap didn’t understand why the Brit let this scare him so much. Maybe he shouldn’t have teased him. He was being an insensitive friend. He’d have to apologize to him once they went inside.

And once they do get back inside, they’ll finish the rest of the vacation, have a blast, and go home. He made a mental note to stay away from remote cabins next time.

He angled his head back and stared at his sleeping friend, about to wake him, but suddenly stopped. Sapnap looked back towards his front mirror wearily. His heart seemed to stop in his chest as his gaze travelled along the edge of the trees. He could’ve sworn he just heard… He fell silent as he leaned forward and muted the radio. What…was that?

There was rustling behind him. He whipped his head around, eyes widening.

“Are we back yet..?” A familiar voice strained. He relaxed immediately. “Yeah,” He whispered as he shut the car off, “we’re back. Let’s go inside and get George.”

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The first thing he registered was the pressure. It wasn’t intense enough to jolt him awake, but it was persistent enough to make him uncomfortably stir until he was awake. It felt odd. Strangely plush, but also stiff. And cold… so cold.

George startled awake.

When his eyes opened the first thing he saw was darkness. He gasped in fear as he pushed himself on his back, and away from the dark object he’d been pushed against. As his eyes glanced around and slowly got used to the lack of light, he realized that he was under ground, in what looked like a comically sized rabbit burrow. One look behind him showed he was cornered at the very end by whatever mass was blocking him inside. He sat confused for a moment.

Before remembering last night.

As soon as he turned back around he regretted it. Now that his eyes were adjusted to the dark, it was clear that the large object cornering him in the back of this burrow was the monster.

He barely suppressed a scream as he crawled back further, until his back pressed against the very end of the burrow.

Thankfully, though, it seemed to be asleep. Its hollow green eyes, for the first time since their rendezvous from the night prior, were closed in deep sleep. It’s chest rose and fell slowly, its arms hugged around itself loosely and its legs curled tightly. George couldn’t imagine that position would be comfortable, but what did he know about giant monsters? But even now as it were laying still as a statue, George still couldn’t decipher any defining features about it. The darkness shadowed everything about its face, making it look like it didn’t even have one.

But he didn’t have time to care. If George was awake now, surely the monster wouldn’t take much longer to wake as well.

He scrambled to his feet and, as carefully as he could, tip-toed around what little space he had in search of a way around the giant. Surely, there had to be a way out accessible to George. Sadly, it didn’t take but a minute to see that it indefinitely had him cornered.

Upon realizing this, the air around him suddenly became stale. He was gasping and sputtering as his knees shook with violent fear. There was no way out. The monster would wake eventually, and once it did, it could have its way with the human. Whatever sadistic desires it had planned for its little prisoner, it could accomplish because lord knows George didn’t have the means of fighting back.

The Brit fell to his knees, hands hitting the rough ground as his head fell limp. He dared to let out a sob as he dreaded his inevitable fate. What did it want him so badly for?? A pet? An experiment? Breakfast? Was his life really destined to end melting alive in the stomach of this creature? That is if it didn’t have the mercy to chew him up first. He sobbed again, stray tears falling down his cheeks pathetically and hitting the dirt below him. This was it. This was the end of his life.

He was crying harder now, strained sounds of sobbing weakly escaping his throat. George wasn’t the type of man to cry at most things. When he was upset, he’d express his frustration through disgust, or annoyance. He never cried. So now, finally letting out those bottled up, ignored emotions he’d been hiding since they got in the car, made him feel weak.. and vulnerable. Pathetic. He was trapped like a mouse, and the only thing he could do was cry like a wimp. He tried to wipe his tears away, but they were quickly replaced with new ones, so he gave up. Not even the sound of the chirping birds outside made him feel comforted as he began a new round of sobbing.

The birds…chirping..

George raised his head with what little willpower he had left and dared to look at the monster again. It was still asleep, but something was different. It was illuminated by light. Right over its side, the light of the morning was leaking through the space it’s body couldn’t cover at the top of the burrow. George stood with shaky legs, crossing his arms over himself comfortingly. It was tight, but if he got up there and squeezed himself through…maybe there was a chance…

Movement made him startle and back up to the end of the burrow again. The monster made a grumbling noise as it stirred, readjusting itself slightly. The Brit gasped as its arm extended out to be laying flat on the ground, just barely missing him, its large hand barely a yard away from touching him. George felt a moment of familiar sickness as he recalled that hand grabbing him last night. Or.. a few hours ago. He didn’t know what time it was, and when he tried to feel for his phone in his back pocket he realized he wouldn’t be finding out anytime soon, since he’d apparently dropped it in the excitement.

One thing was clear; George had a chance to escape and survive. Waiting here would only cost him more time, and if he didn’t act now, it’d be game over.

He pushed against the wall and stepped forward boldly. He looked over the monster’s body for any change of movement, but it remained still. Thank God. He took a few more steps towards the resting giant, until he was directly facing its abdomen. For a brief moment, George hesitated, second-guessing himself. But the sound of hungry rumbling from within the creature spurred him into action.

His moved his hand to grab onto the monster, and he realized that it was wearing torn fabric. He’d ponder on where it got clothing another time, for now all he wanted to do was use that to his advantage. Grabbing hold of the dirty material, he hoisted himself up. He climbed the monster’s body as quickly as he could, trying to be careful enough so it wouldn’t startle awake.

Finally, he reached the hole on top of its side. He pushed a hand against the roof of the burrow as he poked his head of out the gap. He could see the rest of the burrow behind the monster, along with an exit, covered by bramble and bush. Everything behind the monster was lit with the faint morning light, and in that moment the Brit was never so happy to see the natural sunlight.

He let out a laugh of relief, but paused when the monster shifted. His heart froze with splitting, freezing fear.

He covered his mouth with a hand, his body freezing up as he dared to glance down at its head.

The monster was grumbling, and shifting around with growing awareness. Fuck. If he was going, it had to be now. His time was officially up.

Boldly, George pushed himself through the gap. He tried to grab onto the fabric, but the Brit missed, and he let out a strangled, helpless yelp as he tumbled down onto the ground face-first. The fall hurt like hell, but he didn’t have time to worry about his pain when the monster was fully moving now, conscious growling now filling the cold air.

George didn’t dare to falter, jumping to his feet instantly and sprinting to the exit. He grabbed ahold of the bramble and hoisted himself up. His palms were soaking wet with sweat, but he managed to find the forest floor with only a few small stumbles and cuts.

And once his feet did find the solid ground, he didn’t wait a millisecond to start running.

He ran and didn’t stop. He didn’t stop for the pain in his legs, didn’t stop for the lack of air filling his lungs due to his quick pants, and surely didn’t stop for the terrifying sound of growling behind him. No matter how bad he hurt, there was nothing that could stop his legs from pushing forward.

Well, maybe a ditch could.

George yelped painfully as he stumbled into the deep ditch, landing in the cold water inside. His skin broke at the sharp thorns and branches he hit on his way down. He winced as he managed to sit himself up, a mud-soaked hand finding a place on his aching head. For a few seconds he forgot what he was doing completely, until the sound of ferocious hissing generously reminded him.

George let out a painful cry as he forced him up and climbed out of the ditch, laying his chest pathetically on the grass before he pushed himself to his scratched-up knees.

Wait. Hissing?

The monster didn’t hiss…

George turned around abruptly, only to be met with the pissed-off face of a bobcat. Fucking great. First a ginormous forest monster and now a regular bobcat. George slowly backed up, his hand searching the ground beside him for something.. anything he could grab that would help him.

The feral cat crept closer.

George’s hand found purchase on a big stick, and he held it out threateningly to the cat. “G-get back..f-fucking cat..” He mustered with a broken voice, so shaky that he disappointed himself with how pathetic he sounded.

But of course the predator wasn’t frightened by George’s lame attempt at intimidation. If anything, George daring to try and be scary seemed to piss it off even more. If snarled, spit dripping from its fangs as it took a few more steps and began charging.

It pounced at George, and in that moment the only thing he could think of was his friends’ faces. Sapnap’s stupid smile and Karl’s stupid laugh, their never-ending energy, their funny stories..

It jumped on him and went for the Brit’s throat, but he managed to catch its bite with the stick and push its head away, though that didn’t stop its claws from digging into his arms and pushing him on the ground. He screamed as he used all his force to keep its head away and it’s teeth locked onto the branch, some saliva dropped onto his cheek and he grimaced.

He was doomed to die here. He escaped a monster only to run right into another one. Would they ever find his body? Or would he end up being another number in some stupid statistic of people who got lost in the woods? Maybe that old lady would make him into an urban legend to get more vacationers.

The branch snapped. George closed his eyes, he didn’t realize he’d been crying before now. He tried to think of Sapnap and Karl, fill his head with the memory of his friends, something happy. He wanted to think of something happy before he…

A fearful yowl sounded, and suddenly the weight of the bobcat was gone. As much as he didn’t want to, George’s eyes involuntarily snapped open to see what happened.

The bobcat was lifted off of George and wrapped inside a powerful fist. The Brit was rendered speechless as his gaze snapped over to the face of the monster, screaming in fear as its haunting green gaze met his. The two maintained an intense eye-contact for a few long seconds, before the monster’s attention was diverted to the cat in its hand. It was biting into the monster’s thumb, it’s tail lashing in anger.. or fear, maybe both, as it tried to wiggle itself free. Despite what had happened, George felt sympathy towards the thing. He knew how scared it was, how confused..

The monster moved a thumb over the bobcat’s head, and George couldn’t bare to watch, closing his eyes. He waited for the horrible sound of a skull crushing.

But it never came.

When he dared to reopen his eyes, he damn near passed out in shock. Instead of crushing the feline in its fist, the monster was.. petting it?

Its thumb ruffled the fur on the bobcat’s head so gently, tenderly, George was shocked that a thing at this size could be so careful. More importantly.. WHY??

Before he could let his thoughts develop further, the monster suddenly squatted down, and placed the bobcat a little ways away from George. For a moment, he gasped in fear, backing away. Had the monster just wanted to watch the feline tear him apart? Was it really that evil?

But when the bobcat made eye contact with George, and began hissing again, the monster let out a stern grumble sound. The feline paused, glanced at the monster, and ran off, right past George. The Brit turned and watched it go off, the feline not hesitating a moment as it disappeared into the trees.

He turned back around, his heart beating powerfully in his chest. He reluctantly looked up at the giant’s face.

Even in the morning sun, the only feature he could notice about the monster was its unblinking green eyes. Now that they were both sat still in the tense silence, they could really study one another. And what George realized, was that the monster in fact did not have any features to study. Its face and skin were tar-black, as if it were made of the darkest shadows that lingered in the deepest corners of the night. For the most part, it appeared to be near-identical to a human in terms of its body shape and anatomy, which made George question what it really was even more. It had a messy heap of brown hair on top of its head, with dark green fabric wrapped around most of its chest, covering its pelvis and thinly wrapped over some of its thighs. It was ripped and torn with age, and desperately needed to be washed. (If they could find a giant washing machine that is) Even squatted down, it stood tens of feet over him, easily being over 100ft standing completely up.

George was so captivated by the anomaly, that he forgot that he was suppose to be scared. He was promptly reminded, though, when the thing reached out a large hand right towards him.

“N-no! Wait! Please don’t!” George yelled, scooting back until he hit a stump. His words made the monster pause its movement, and for the first time he saw it blink. George blinked right back, his chest moving up and down in rapid succession. He really, really did not want to be picked up again, and it seemed like the monster was beginning to understand. George’s mind told him not to try his luck, that it was a non-human creature that couldn’t understand him, but he didn’t listen. His impulse was taking control now.

“What are you?! Why are you doing this to me?? Don’t you understand how scary this is? What do you even want? To torture me? Eat me??” He yelled out his frustrations. It felt relieving to be honest. Though, he wasn’t sure the creature understood his words, it appeared to somewhat sense his anger by his tone. It tilted its head slightly, and it would’ve been kinda cute if George wasn’t scared shitless at the moment.

The Brit just bared his teeth, getting to his feet as he limped forwards a few steps. His fear and sadness were formed into anger, now. “You- you fucking monster! You’ve been terrorizing me all week! Ever since I got here you’ve been fucking watching me like I’m some prey to be caught! Is that what this is?? Some fucking game?! Playing with your food??!” To gesticulate further, George put a hand on his abdomen as he yelled at the thing, who just stared back at him with that stupid tilted head.

He opened his mouth to begin a new string of thoughtless, angry words, when the sound of rumbling silenced him. It came right from the beasts stomach, and he knew he wasn’t imagining it because the thing looked down at its body in acknowledgement. And suddenly all the confident audacity George had gained completely dissipated. The monster looked back at George and reached its hand out again, but this time George screamed and ran the other way.

He didn’t get far, he wasn’t sure why he thought he would, before the thing wrapped it’s large, cold fingers around his body and effortlessly lifted him completely off of the ground.

Now when George began to yell, it was with thoughtless, impulsive words of plea.

“PLEASE- PLEASE NO PLEASE, I-I CAN’T, I DON’T WANNA- I HAVE TO-“ The monster lifted him closer, and closer. “I-“

His thoughts were racing, he was breathing too fast to be taking in enough air, his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest…he was getting weaker, and sleepier. He felt himself draining, fading.

“I don’t.. wanna… die-“

His fear short circuited his brain, and he blacked out.

…

…

“There’s not much left to say, sir. We got back here around 4 in the morning and walked inside and saw exactly what you’re seeing. We tried to look for our friend, and when we couldn’t find him we drove down to the check-in cabin and called the cops.”

Karl put out his arms as he shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time today. He had given this same exact story to every single cop here a million times now. He didn’t know what else to say. Hospital records showed him and Sapnap weren’t here, and that George was. What more did they want?

“So, did yer English buddy have any… y’know.. problems upstairs?” The cop asked him, raising a bushy brow as he wrote down something on his stupid little notebook. Karl frowned as he crossed his arms defiantly. “No, officer. Like I’ve said, George is perfectly sane. He was a little nervous to be in the woods, but that’s all! He doesn’t have any mental issues.” He stated. The cop hummed and tapped his pen against the paper. “Ok. Thank you, we’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” The cop turned and walked back to the cabin.

“That’s all?!? You’re not gonna go look for him? Arrange a-a search party or something? Just gonna stand around asking us the same questions over and over again??” He yelled at the cop’s back. Hands found his shoulders and pulled him away from the scene. “Yelling at them won’t help.” Sapnap mumbled, holding his friend back. Karl locked his jaw. “They’re not doing anything. George could be out there hurt a-and they’re just standing around trying to pretend to be doing something, Sap! Why aren’t you as mad as me?!” He pushed his friend’s hands off of him and turned to face him. Sapnap just kept a stone-cold face as he replied, “I am.” Karl’s frown tightened. “But if we yell at them they’ll just make themselves more useless.” Sapnap muttered. He was obviously trying to keep his cool, and struggling to do so. Karl decided to back off, and not push him over the edge.

“Ok, fine. I’m sorry I’m just..” His voice trailed off as he fiddled with his hands nervously. “I feel so guilty, Nick.” He never used Sapnap’s name, unless it was important. It definitely got a reaction out of the boy, and he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Karl. Don’t do that to yourself. If you start thinking about the things we could’ve done different it’ll just make you feel worse. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have controlled your sickness, and there’s no way in hell you could’ve known this would happen. Neither of us could.” He rubbed his arm up and down and gently as possible. Karl leaned into the touch and sighed.

“You’re right. You’re always right.” Karl smiled at him, and Sapnap smiled back. “I know I am.” He smirked, “Now.. I think we should take some matters into our own hands.” Karl looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean? I thought you said to stop yelling at them?” Sapnap waved him off. “I don’t mean the cops, Karl. I mean the one who started all of this.” The Texan pointed behind Karl. The boy turned around to see a cop talking to the old lady from the check-in cabin by what he could only assume was her car. They must’ve called her up here for questioning. He glanced at Sapnap and the shorter boy nodded to him as the cop walked away.

The lady looked like she was going to drive off, but Karl stood in front of her car, blocking her. She looked him in the eyes and for a moment Karl could’ve sworn he saw guilt flood over her face. Sapnap walked up to her window and tapped on it with his knuckle, motioning for her to roll it down. She hesitated for a moment before listening. “Ok. Cut all your fairytale bullshit, bitch. What is actually going on here? Where the fuck is our friend?!” He asked her, his voice just walking the line of being a yell. Karl snuck a glance back towards where the cops were, but they didn’t seem to notice they were even over there.

The lady stared at him with narrowed, troubled eyes before she closed them and looked down at her feet. She shut her car off and opened her door, gingerly getting out of the old vehicle. “I don’t know where he is, but I know what took him..” She said, not daring to look either of them in the eye. Karl frowned at this, and spoke before Sapnap could get the chance. “If you’re going to say anything about the evil monster you can shut that down right now. We want the truth.” Sapnap nodded as Karl spoke, and the lady just looked up at them with a manic look in her eyes.

“But that’s what I’ve been tellin’ y’all! That’s what I’ve been telling everyone- but no one’ll listen to me! Because I’m some crazy old hoot. Well if you mother fuckers want to know what actually happened to your friend, you’ll listen to me and listen t’ me good.”

The two boys exchanged a look before looking back at the old lady. Karl nodded slightly, a sign for her to continue.

“Alright. ‘Bout fifteen years ago these woods didn’t have a single cabin built in ‘em. This was no-man’s land at its finest. Well it was everythin’ me and my wife wanted. For our whole love life we wanted to build a cabin in th’ woods and live far away from everyone else in this fuckin’ fucked up world. So we did. We bought a plot of land, and got to workin’. Went smooth for a few months. We was new to the buildin’ thing, but there was no damn way we was ‘bout to let a man help us, so we pushed through, and boy did we push through hard! Had that exterior lookin’ as beautiful as a damn cathedral.”

She was smiling, the memories obviously making her happy. Karl would’ve loved to listen to her heartfelt stories, but right now he wanted to find his best friend. “Cut to the chase.” Sapnap said, seemingly reading Karl’s mind. The lady’s expression shifted.

“Well. Few months went by, progress was lookin’ good… that’s when we started feelin’ like we was being watched.” Karl felt his heart flutter with sudden worry.

“At first we thought we was bein’ paranoid. Course, who wouldn’t? Creepy ass woods were enough to make anyone a little scared. But then we started seein shit begin t’ disappear. Baskets, tools, you name it. That’s when my wife saw it for th’ first time.” Sapnap shifted beside Karl. Uneasily.

“It was a lot smaller back then, it’s grown up now but.. still fuckin’ creepy. Skin as dark as midnight sky, eyes as green as grass but lifeless as death. It moved as quiet as a mouse but as quick as a house-cat. First time she saw it she damn near shit herself, but she reckoned it was harmless and convinced me that it was too.”

The boys were silent. The lady continued.

“So we let it watch us. As time went on it got more comfortable ‘round us. Most mornin’s’ we woke up seein’ it’s fuckin’ eye starin’ right at us. I thought it was creepy, she thought it was cute. Acted just like a naughty kid. Stealin’ tools, playin’ pranks, leaving little sticks and leaves for us t’ find around. I’ll admit, the thing grew on me.. but..”

She stopped speaking, and looked down at her feet. Karl took a step forward. “But.. what?”

“That night. That fuckin’ night…”

“One night m’ lady woke up and decided to go out for a smoke. It was late, I was tired. I went back t’ bed and didn’t think nothin’ of it. ‘Till I heard her scream like I never heard her scream before. Got me out of bed and runnin’ to the front door like a crazy person. And when I got there.. I had to see that.. that fuckin’ monster holding her in it’s hand, just starin’ at her with those lifeless fuckin’ eyes. She was hootin’ and hollering for it t’ put her down but it didn’t listen. While she was strugglin’ she accidentally burned her cigarette on the thing’s hand. It yelped and… and it dropped her. Snapped her neck in an instant. And.. fuck if I yelled at it like a god damn psychopath. I screamed and cried and cursed.. and it just stared at me.. and finally ran off.”

“Buildin’ cabins was th’ only thing keepin’ me busy after that. I hired teams to build all the cabins in this here resort, hopin’ it’d make me feel better but.. the grief never left. And neither did the monster. Every day I wake up to see the gifts it used to make me and my wife by the doorstep, like it’s mockin’ me. Haunting me. Forever.”

Sapnap and Karl were rendered speechless, and a good few minutes went by where no one said nothing. Until Sapnap spoke up, startling Karl. “No. No, no. Fuck no. You’re crazy, you’re delusional, you maniac. There is no monster in the woods, there never was!” He yelled. Karl tried to grab his shoulder reassuringly but Sapnap pushed him away.

“You probably killed her, and made up this fucking story to get away with it!” Her pointed at her accusingly, but the lady didn’t flinch. “Boy. Tell me, and tell me honestly. That day you came, and was short twenty bucks, and went out to yer car. You saw somethin’.” Her tone was cold, not nearly as cold as her gaze. Karl glanced at Sapnap. The man remained quiet, refusing to make a sound, but his face gave his inner thoughts away.

“Sap- Nick-“ Karl began, inching closer to him. Sapnap didn’t look at the boy, as if he were frozen in place. “Maybe she’s right. Think about it. That day, you were at the car looking for cash. You said you heard the wind rustling the trees but… was there anything else?” The shorter man looked over at Karl with worry.

“No. I- I didn’t.. it was the wind. You can’t seriously believe-“ Karl cut him off. “Nick. Stop it. Stop trying to be rational. If you saw something, anything, tell me. Please. George’s life could be in danger.”

Waves of conflict passed through Sapnap’s expressions. He stared at Karl like a deer in headlights for an ungodly amount of time. Karl began to say something again, but Sapnap cut him off.

“I- I… I didn’t want to admit it. Because if I did, then it was real, and I didn’t want to ruin our vacation and make George more scared. I thought I was seeing things.. I had to’ ve- I” Karl grabbed Sapnap’s hands and held them firmly, not saying anything yet saying everything all at once. Tell me. Sapnap gulped.

“That day.. I.. I could be sworn I saw a green eye staring at me through the leaves. When I blinked it was.. gone..and it was quiet.”

…

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anyone down for a part three?

The whole writing is so well done and the finishing touch where they fall asleep together is just so cute! it's great

hi lmao, this was self indulgent so i decided to write it and post it. context (??) dream and sapnap came home to find a tiny man (george) on their doorstep, obviously sick & drenched from the snow.

i don't really like mcyt anymore but i used to write a lot for dream team so i'm attached to them as like. characters ig, feel free to send asks i need inspo

george has finally warmed up by the time sapnap declares its time for him to get some sleep, and the sick tiny lets out a long whine at the distruption to his half-dozing state. the minature brunet curls into dream's gentle grasp even further, tucking his face into the folds of skin and grumbling at the rough texture, the giant's hands calloused. he reaches over to hug at one of the massive digits, tucking it closer to his body and humming at the rub of the fingerprint against his arm.

a low chuckle rumbled through the blond as he looked down with a mixture of concern, fondness and amusement at their new friend, nudging at the little guy's shoulder delicately and rolling the brunet over onto his back. george let out a barely audible grumble and peeled his runny eyes open, glowering unfearfully up at the giant through a feat of fevered bravery.

"c'mon, buddy, sap's right, sleep will be good for you, you're still not looking too good," dream explained in a quiet voice, amused as the tiny he held in his palms' gaze shifted irritably over to sapnap. "sap- sap... nap is 'nnoying. you're warm, w'nna sleep here," george slurred, grasping upwards at dream's fingers as his eyelids sank low over deep hazel, "give it b'ck-"

bringing the digit back near enough for the tiny to latch back on, deam glanced over at sapnap a bit worriedly at the state of their tiny guest, and finds his friend already looking at him. as their eyes meet, the ginger human mouths "what do we do?"

dream just looks at him helplessly, then back down at the tiny, who's little body is sprawled across a large, tanned palm, and suddenly the human almost can't find it in himself to move. quietly, mindful to keep his movements slow and careful, he stands, shifting george into one palm and cupping the tiny against his chest for safety. almost immediately, the minature brunet has rolled over in his sleep, catching fistfuls of dream's hoodie in his teensy fingers as he unconciously chases even more warmth. it takes all of the human not to coo at the sight.

a glance back up at the other man shows that sapnap's expression has softened too, and he catches dream's eyes with a gentle smile, nodding in the direction of the blond's room. "bring him into yours, i'll see what i can find in the linens for a makeshift bed," the man offers quietly, and dream gives him a greatful look, heading down the hall before he pauses, looking back over his shoulder.

"do you think medicine is a good idea?" the blond suggusts a bit uncertainly, and sapnap gives him an anxious look. "for someone his size? we'll do the math on dosages the best we can, but not tonight, i- i don't want to wake him up again," the younger admits.

dream gives him a toothy grin, responding with a teasing, "okay, sap...nap," but then george is tossing & turning again, so the blond finally continues down the hallway, wincing at the creak of his door but relaxing as it doesn't wake his little passenger, and he sets george down very gently atop one of his pillows, the white surface practically dwarfing the tiny as his brown brows furrow, the movement so small that dream almost misses it.

the human moves back up to his full height from his squatting position, nearly backing into sapnap as the ginger enters his room, gaze gooey as he blinks sleepily down at the tiny. "you two get some sleep," he suggusts, and dream nods, about to get into bed, when the brunet starts to shift around, eyes opening as he blinks groggily, looking up at the two giants with a small pout adorning his features.

"c'old," the tiny man slurs, reaching a shaky arm upwards toward dream, and the blond gives him a reasuring smile, scooping him up again delicately and giving sapnap a thankful look when the other boy pulls back his duvet.

he places george carefully onto his chest when they're finally laying down, but the tiny is still squirming, and dream freezes when the little brunet clambers upwards, tiny body trembling but still very warm.

the tiny falls asleep that night curled up in the dip of dream's collarbone, a gentle hand draped over him.

poor George getting sick from the bad food :( if I'm predicting and connecting the dots correctly of course

hi:) part two for the tiny george fic, tysm for the love on pt one!!!!!!

this is set before the events of last fic, and is also a lot less fluff and a lot more george having a difficult ass time

will post part three w them actually meeting tomorrow, just wanted to get this out tn

the borrower let out a squeak of alarm at the loud gust of wind outside his den, peaking out the makeshift door with wide umber eyes as the cold temperature washed over him, a particularly small snowflake landing on his face. he drew his lithe frame back indoors, moving to the far corner of the space to put distance between himself and the draft

this season had caused him the most trouble since he had moved into the little space underneath the human stairwell. it was times like these that he longed to know the humans who's home provided him shelter, but the borrower knew that was wishful thinking. the thump of loud steps past and above his nest was the closest george would ever get to meeting them.

another gust of chilly air ruffled the tiny's long brown hair even from his perch atop his makeshift bed in the corner of the room, multiple stray snowflakes dipping and swinging through the air before landing on the already cold cement ground.

george pouted to no one in particular, staring at the already melting flakes as they began to form puddles on his floor. just when he had decided to pull himself out from the comfort of warm scrap fabric he'd compiled into a messy nest to try and put one blanket across the entrance, the brunet heard the front door open loudly above him, the creak echoing around in the hollow area under the steps.

the lighting in his den flickered as one of the humans made their way across the porch and down the steps, and george caught scent of something with a somewhat tasty aroma- food? he'd realized only a day into his stay here that the humans regularly brought a bin of food scraps to the curb of the street- usually the evening before the large clanging truck arrived early in the morning, always rousing the borrower from his sleep.

the tiny leapt to his feet as he heard the telltale sounds of one of the humans ascending the stairs, practically vibrating with excitement at the thought of the meal. sometimes the giant food scraps were still warm by the time he reached them- with the weather he'd have to brave to retrieve his dinner, george hoped that was the case tonight.

the small brunet poked his head out of his den cautiously, doing the usual glance around to look for danger, and his eyes locked onto the green bin at the end of the yard. despite the freezing flakes now peppering his arms, george felt suddenly warm with excitement, scurrying down the drive & reaching the scrap bin with a grin on his face.

grunting as he scaled the bin, george dug his fingers in under the thin lid, forcing it open and practically trembling with excitment at the sight of an impressive heap, steam drifting off a large chunk of meat near the top. he slumped to lean over the edge of the bin, teetering dangerously when he just barely managed to snag onto the morsel, dragging it up and back out.

the borrower glanced over his shoulder at the curb below him, hesitant to let his dinner drop onto the snow dusted ground. the chunk of meat must have been the size of his torso, so there really wasn't another way to go about getting it back down to the earth, he realized irritably.

when george finally arrived back at his home under the stairs, he was panting from the trek, his prize grasped tightly against himself, both he and his cargo practically drenched from the snow, which had begun to fall even harder.

the small brunet dragged himself back inside, heaving a relieved sigh as he finally collapsed onto the dry pavment, tugging his dinner closer and tearing a large hunk of it off. the meat had long since lost it's warmth, and had an underlying scent of something odd, almost sour but george was so exhausted that he hardly cared, just tucking in and eating to his heart's content.

by the time he's full, george has only finished a quarter of the chunk, & he has the idea of dragging it back over to the entrance of his den in hopes that it will freeze, preserving it for later meals and making the borrower's life easier- even just for a couple days.

with that thought, a full stomach and wet shoes, george trudged back over to his nest in the far corner, burrowing underneath the scraps of scratchy fabric contentedly. it didn't take long before the tiny was drifting off, registering only a twinge of discomfort in his stomach right before he fell asleep.

How do you make posts again?-

After a God dang year I got myself to finally do something about my AU and it's finally here... I still am kinda in one place with writting the next chapter BUT I think it's a pretty good start at least for me!

It's the scene from the prologue where Tubbo first went into the main cell to see Dream. First time seeing him in his hybrid form.

The drawing might be just a sketch with shading but I plan few more better things when school calms down with assignments at least a bit.

But if anyone got some asks or ideas then I should be able to answer them at least shortly and maybe it would help my brain move so I write the chapter finally ٩( ᐛ )و.

Stay hydrated and rest well at nights people!

[A few small stories I wrote]

None with titles😆

The blond male known as Dream took a breath, Slowly pouring the green mixture into the Florence Flask, He sighed as he held the liquid as he watched the green mixture shift under the light.

Suddenly he heard a cry from behind him which startled him almost, "DREAM!" Sapnap squealed as he hugged his friend from behind. "Sapnap! Watch it, This potion hasn't been tested yet!" Dream remarked, As Dream turned around and placed the potion on the table.

"Hey dude what are you trying to ma-" Sapnap said as he reached for the bottle but spilled it all over the taller blond, "Sapnap!" Dream growled at the brunette.

"It's all over me now-" he said as he fixed his posture, As he got a wiff of the liquid his head felt woozy and his balance was slowly getting uncoordinated.

Sapnap could see Dream losing control of himself so he grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to keep the taller male upright. "Dream I need you to breathe alright." The shorter man stated as he tried not to show any sign of concern for his friend who looked close to passing out.

Sapnap started astonished—And partially terrified—As he saw his best friend...growing?

The blond was kneeling down yet taller than the brunette, Luckily Dream was in the forest doing his experiment yet that didn't change the brunettes shocked self.

As he continued to look down Dream's body was changing—and growing—He wasn't exactly sure whether this was good or bad.

The taller blond began to stand up straighter, With each step more and more of his body was being elongated. Soon Dream had stood completely straight and was looking even taller than the brunette.

When they made eye contact he could've sworn he saw something strange in Dream's eyes but decided to ignore it in favor of calming the taller male.

Dream finally regained the ability to stand and he stumbled forward before falling down on his knees, Once he finally gained his balance Dream stood up again and faced Sapnap.

His hair grew a little longer as well, It seemed like every inch of him was getting taller while the rest of him just looked like a normal human boy.

"Dream! Oh my god-" Sapnap said but before Dream could comprehend anything he passed out on the ground.

———

"You really scared me!" Sapnap said once he composed himself. Dream simply stared at him, his vision slightly blurred due to tears but he eventually calmed down enough to speak.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice still shaky from shock.

"Uh...you're kinda...growing," Sapnap said.

"How tall is Dream now?" George questioned as he approached the two boys.

"I'm taller than you!" Dream yelled as he glared at him, "Well that doesn't surprise me."

"Oh shut up!" he retorted as he pouted, Dream rolled his eyes at her before turning to face Sapnap.

"Sapnap, how tall am I?" Dream spoke his mind was still foggy and barely could comprehend anything at the moment, Sapnap answered him honestly but quickly became confused when he saw how big Dream was getting.

"Dream are you..."

"...giant?" Dream finished his sentence, He smiled when he noticed the confused look in his friends' eyes.

"Yes Dream..."

Sapnap said as he pointed at the smaller man's torso. Dream took a closer look at his chest and indeed he was towering over both men by nearly five feet.

"But how did this happen?!" Dream exclaimed, It wasn't until he said that did he realize how loud he sounded, Sapnap groaned not wanting to explain...again.

"Well uh...you were working with your potions and you mixed some ingredients that didn't agree with you..."

"—and suddenly I felt weird and everything started to move way fast! And then when I woke up you were gone and so was everything I had done in the past week!" Dream finished his story, "Oh crap-,"

He muttered under his breath as he thought about the events from last week and the day before and how much stuff has changed, Sapnap could see Dream visibly trembling but before he could say anything Dream was already running out of the forest, Leaving the two boys behind.

"Welp we're doomed." George remarked.

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The giant stood looking down upon the humans , who cowered in fear. The giant’s eye twitched at them, his lip curled in disgust as he saw their pathetic bodies cowering. He didn’t even have to do anything – he could simply look away for an instant and crush all of them with one stomp. They would be nothing but dust then.

The giant looked up at the sky; it was a dark grey color today, and heavy clouds were looming over them. He grinned; he loved storms, especially when they came from the north. The sky was so much clearer there. He was excited that today will be the day he gets his revenge on the stupid humans! They had invaded his territory once more. This time around, they did it twice. What an utter disgrace! He thought, shaking his head at the mere notion of it all. But what really irked him was how they dared to try and invade his home twice…

A loud boom erupted behind him, startling the giant out of his thoughts. His eyes snapped towards the source of the sound, where several of the humans were rushing in the direction of the city, screaming in terror. He growled under his breath before taking off running in that direction himself. He had to find those humans. There were no rules against killing humans, but the giants don’t kill without reason; it is not their way!

Although Giant's were practically only legends, Myths, Fantasy humans barely made contact with anything they didn't know about.

He arrived just in time, catching sight of the terrified humans as they ran back into town. Their screams filled the air as they tried to get away. Some of the human were trying to defend themselves using the wooden sticks that they had found earlier; most were trying to make it inside the city walls. He smiled to himself, thinking about the destruction this would cause. It would serve them right if they died within these walls.

As long as they remain within these walls, nothing happens outside the city. He chuckled, watching as the guards and other soldiers rushed inside after them. He couldn’t wait to see them burn! He shook his head, focusing on the humans that were still running through the streets. He would catch up to them later. After all, he wanted to personally witness their demise.

He ran past many people, his gaze trained solely on the people of lmanburg.

They were running fast, but he was close behind, and he knew that none of them would survive the next few minutes. When they were within walking distance of the wall, they began sprinting faster, their feet hitting the ground with force.

Unfortunately, it meant they had to stop running and face him.

It was too late.

When the three men had realized they weren’t going to make it, they decided to use their last hope, praying that the giant wouldn’t see them coming. As soon as the man took one step forward he bumped into something, The giant grinned as he saw them—The trespassers...—The giant grabbed the three men as he enclosed them in his hands and ran away from lmanburg.

———

Soon he reached his cave and opened his hands revealing three trembling tinies, He licked his lips as he hadn't eaten anything in a while as he grabbed one of the tinies he held them above his gaping maw, As he was lowering the tiny—still stunned in fear—Suddenly a plea was heard from the tinies and the giant stopped his movement.

"Wait- Wait-" The human spoke as he was lowered back in to the giants palm with the other two humans, "We didn't know it was your territory- We were just playing around!" He continued as he gazed up at the cold expression of the giant.

"We promise-...We won't come back." He said as the other two agreed while nodding their head repeatedly. The giant stood still an emotionless gaze stared at the three, His through grumbled before a word could slither out. "Why should I even let you go...hmm?" The giant spoke in a mocking voice.

The three tinies we're all thinking on what to say—Although they couldn't think of a reason they could tell the giant why he can let them go—So the tinies kept their mouth shut and prepared for the worse, They all waited in still silence for the giant to grab one of them and scarf them down. But it never happened.

They all stared at eachother in pure deep silence—A very, very uncomfortable silence—The tinies we're practically paralyzed unknowing of what to do.

One of the humans tried to start a small conversation, "Uhm...So will you let us go?". A very small dumb question.

"Hmm~" The giant hummed, "Well I'm pretty lonely-..." He continued as he looked at the practically paralyzed humans on his hand "How about a deal~?" The giant said as a smirk grew—The smirk wasn't evil or concerning...Just a normal one?—"What kind of deal?" The three humans said in unison.

"How about a truce?" The giant presumed as he cupped his hand, Shifting the tinies slightly, The other tiny seemed ecstatic—Probably a very social one—And immediately agreed to it.

The giant gave a soft smile as the other two tinies hesitantly agreed.

"You should go before I change my mind." The giant spoke normally as he chuckled after "I'm Dream by the way."

"I'm Sapnap..."

"George."

"I'm Bad!"

At that the three tinies left, Actually wanting to learn more about the giant

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Idk😃

Poor Tommy...exile hasn't been too kind to him, but at least his wings haven't been cut off...yet.

Wordless versions:

I based his wings off of a red-tailed hawk, one of my favorite birds of prey :3

I think they suit him, don't y'all?

Don’t forget to mention that...

Well I never expected this to be the first finished bit of writing I posted here. I promise I’m still writing that other one I’ve hinted at, I just want it to be perfect!! I actually wrote this back in August and was re-reading it and thought: huh its not bad so edited it a bit and here we are. (this is literally the 2nd fanfic I’ve ever written as well as g/t piece and I haven’t even finished the first so please be kind qwq)  This was inspired by an artwork that @dingbatnix created! Original post here  I hope you like it ❤️

cw: mcyt g/t, soft, slight panic, mention of death man I hope that’s right

word count:  2375

Czytaj dalej

Quiet pt 3

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, swearing

// Sorry for the wait, I hope you all enjoy this part <3 //

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

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Humans are complex.

They weren’t simple like nature’s animals. Those creatures who ran on their instinct, who didn’t do anything with a moral compass in mind. Doing what was needed to continue to survive.

Humans didn’t have instinct. Well.. they didn’t rely on their instinct at least. The little one he’d managed to catch seemed to snap into a primal state when it noticed he’d been watching it. The shift in manner was truly fascinating. He wanted to know more about it, wanted to get to know this one better He wasn’t going to let another mistake take this one away from him.

Humans were delicate creatures. Delicate and yet, if pushed far enough, their delicacy makes way for a lethal type of anger.

He didn’t like it when humans were mad at him.

He didn’t want this one to be mad at him anymore. He just wanted…

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…

The first thing George felt when he finally came-to was intense spikes of cold chills running down his back.

He felt like he was on a cold, swaying hammock made of firm yet plush material. He was laying in an awkward position on his back with his limbs splayed out in odd ways. A groan sounded from his chest as he pulled his arms in on himself, a shiver going through him like an electric shockwave.

Realization struck him like lightning.

He all but threw himself up, sitting on his knees as his eyes darted around his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was how high he was compared to the trees, reaching nearly the top of them from where he sat. He noticed a small squirrel climbing up the side of one, looking over as if to mock him.

He regretted looking down. Not because he saw exactly how high he was, no, but because he was instead met with that familiar dark black he’d grown to fear.

Still not completely awake and aware, he scooted back trying to get away from it, but sadly realized it was everywhere. Fearful gasps and sobs escaped his mouth as he finally, reluctantly, looked up to see just what he expected, yet dreaded, to see.

There it was again. That monstrous green gaze tracking his every move as if he were the subject of an experiment. To be fair, to this thing he probably was. He was just a curiosity. A lab rat who sadly got caught and was now going to be forced to comply with any test the monster wanted to run. He couldn’t hold back a pathetic whimper as he pulled away from the green abyss’ lingering just above him in favor of shutting his eyes and burying his face in his hands. The size difference made this all the worse. Even while being held up to its chest in its deathly cold palms, it still towered over him like Godzilla.

A strangled sob had him opening his teary eyes to look around at anything but the monster. The sky wasn’t much different from before he passed out so he must’ve only been out a few minutes at the most.

“Please.. what ever you’re doing just get it over with..” His meager voice choked out a beg as he looked down at his knees. “I can’t stand this anymore. I want it to be over!” His lip quivered as he pleaded for mercy, his fingers curling into tight fists as he let wet tears stain his red cheeks once more.

There was a clicking sound from within the beast’s chest, its hands shifted slowly.

George braced himself for the impact of a fist crushing his body, or the feeling of being bitten in half by spit-soaked fangs. He waited, he waited. Hell, he even longed for something to happen. He just wanted it to be over.

And then he was moving.

Well, they were moving.

George’s eyes shot open as he turned to face away from the monster, and toward the trees. He was right, they were on the move. He couldn’t help but notice they were wandering away from the direction where the monster’s burrow-thing was. His fear gave way to confusion in the blink of an eye. He wanted to send a questioning look to the beast, but as he went to turn a puff of its breath hit his head, and he quickly aborted mission. He wasn’t going to face the thing unless he had to, he decided.

It seemed like the monster was moving with intent. For what destination George couldn’t fathom, though he didn’t really want to dwell on that thought either. If he did, he was sure he’d be throwing up leftover chicken into the beast’s palms, and that wouldn’t help his case at all.

So, the Brit just sat tight. Not like he had any other choice anyways. He hugged his knees to his chest as he kept his back from hitting the monster’s chest. As scary as his situation was, the forest actually seemed rather tranquil today. The morning sunrise painted the tall trees with a beautiful hue of color, a big contrast to how intimidating they were in the dark of night. He almost managed to zone-out to the peacefulness, but a deep growling sound from within the monster’s mid-section snapped him back to high alert.

He’d almost forgotten that the thing was hungry.

Why didn’t it eat him? He was so sure that was what it was intending to do back there. It literally had and has him in the palm of its hand. He’s completely defenseless and at its mercy. Did it want to eat him somewhere else? Surely it would take him back to its burrow for that, and they were heading to a completely different place.

A sigh was trapped in his throat as he curled tighter in on himself. He wanted answers, but all he could do right now was sit and wait.

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…

“LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!! YOU MONSTER!!”

His bare feet ran across the forest floor, his skin breaking from the sharp rocks and thorns piercing through, letting scarlet red ooze out. He didn’t care about that, he couldn’t even feel any pain. He needed to get George back, away from the monster.

The trees shook violently around him, twisting and turning in spirals, their overbearing shadows casting ink-black over him. A green abyss stared at him as he ran harder, faster, panting with exhaustion as he powered through to get closer.

It stood above him, taller than any living thing should stand, evil intent clear in its lifeless iris as it let out a wicked, deep laugh at his pathetic attempts to save his friend.

Intense vibrations shook his body. and he lost his balance. The ground cracked from his fall, and opened up below his feet, nothing but thick black waiting below to greedily swallow him alive. But he managed to grab ahold of the edge, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding on. A loud yell escaped his throat as he dangled helplessly above the black maw, open and waiting for its meal to fall right in.

He could’ve sworn he smelled blood, and as the thought crossed his mind the platform he was holding onto suddenly became damp, and thick scarlet ran over his hand and trickled down his arm. A scream sounded as he thrashed violently, his body spasming from the fright.

“Sapnap…”

His name echoed against the trees, who now towered over him, their leaves shaking from the intense wind that had started up. After a failed attempt at hoisting himself up, the boy was left with no choice but to let his eyes follow the sound of his voice. His gaze traveled down, down…

Only to be met with the sight of George. The boy was laying on his back, limbs splayed out in awkward positions. The blood dripping off of Sapnap traveled down to George, making small puddles on his forehead. The Brit didn’t seem to mind it, though. George only seemed to care about staring up at Sapnap, his face unreadable as Sapnap tried to call his friend’s name. “George! George!!” His voice cracked with exhaustion as his body swayed tens of feet over the frozen body of his friend.

“You left me to die.” George whispered the words, but they still shook the trees above him with its might.

“No! No, George- I- I didn’t mean for this to happen!!” He pleaded with the Brit. His hand was slipping, the blood was making him lose his grip. He kicked his legs with distraught as he tried to grab the edge with his other hand. When that failed, he looked back down at George. “I don’t want you to die!”

“It’s too late. Look what you’ve done to me..” George leaned his head back, it fell back limply, as if he had no strength in his muscles. Suddenly, the Brit was illuminated in bright green. Clawed fingers rose from the darkness around the boy, trapping him in a powerful fist as the evil green eye encompassed the dark abyss with its overwhelming size.

“George!”

“George!”

“…george…”

..

“…sapnap…”

“Sapnap!”

“Nick!”

A tight grip on his shoulder was causing his body to shake as a concerned voice sounded above him. It took Sapnap a moment to register who the voice belonged to, but once he did he was able to calm himself down and sit up.

He let out a groggy groan as he massaged his forehead with a sweaty palm. “Karl..” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he croaked out his friend’s name. “Did I fall asleep?”

Karl removed his hand from his friend’s shoulder as he sat back on his haunches. The boy looked equally as tired, maybe more. Sweat dripped from Karl’s hairline and stained his tank top under his pits and by his chest. And if you couldn’t see the boy’s wrecked state because of the darkness of the room, you’d surely be able to smell it. The putrid stink of sweat and sickness. They’d forgotten the boy’s medication in the car, and neither of them wanted to venture outside for it. Sapnap knew it was messing with Karl to be so unkept, the boy usually showered twice a day, but the current circumstances prevented either of them from their self-care.

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Karl yawned. “I was gonna let you sleep more but.. looked like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.” Sapnap sighed as he tossed the blanket covering him to the side. Why did Karl have to put everyone before himself? Sapnap didn’t have to sleep as much as the sick boy did, and yet Karl let him indulge in a nap.

“What time is it?” He asked, standing up and off of the old couch he was on. “Five after eight.” Karl murmured, rubbing his blood-shot eyes as he stood with the shorter raven-haired man. “And no, we haven’t heard anything from the police.” He answered before Sapnap even got a chance to ask.

The old lady offered to let the two crash at the check-in cabin while they waited for word from the cops. They were allowed to stay in the secluded living room under the condition that they didn’t touch anything, not even the surplus of empty chocolate bar wrappers scattered around the floor and table tops. Karl asked her why she didn’t clean them up, and she simply responded by saying that they were her wife’s favorite. The room wasn’t much. Just two couches, a small TV with only a handful of cable channels, boarded up windows, a gun rack by the door, and of course the purple chocolate wrappers.

Sapnap murmured to himself as he glanced over at one of the covered windows, his face expressionless as he was lost in deep thought. “Karl..” He finally whispered after a few long seconds, his voice cracking a bit. The other man responded with a questioning hum.

“What’ll we do if we find George?” He asked. The room was filled with deafening silence for a couple heartbeats before a small, “What do you mean?” sounded. Sapnap turned back to Karl, but didn’t look him in the eye. “I mean.. if we go out there, because I know we will eventually, and we find him.. that means we’re gonna find that- that..” Sapnap couldn’t get himself to say the word out loud. “What if it doesn’t give George up? It took him for a reason.. it’s not just going to hand him over in a gift box with a pretty bow on the top after going through all that trouble to stalk and catch him..” He frowned. He could feel that annoying sensation of wetness forming in his eyes as he tried to hold back, tried to be strong.

“What I’m trying to say is… what are we gonna do when he have to confront the monster?”

He looked at his friend now, meeting his gaze with dark eyes. Karl just looked troubled. He was biting his lower lip with apprehension as he seemingly thought on Sapnap’s words. “I..” Karl began, but quickly shut his mouth once more. Speechless. He didn’t know what they’d do either.

Sapnap went to look away once again, but something caught his eye. He took a step forward and his friend looked up at him with expectation that turned to confusion when Sapnap walked right past him. “Sap?” He called, but the shorter man was too fixed on something by the door to pay Karl any mind. Karl furrowed his brows and walked up beside his friend, following his gaze to see what it was locked-on to. But when he realized what Sapnap was looking at, and put two-and-two together, he shoved the man with shock, causing him to stagger over a few steps.

“You want to shoot it?!”

“It’s the only option we have, Karl.” Sapnap responded, looking back at the arrangement of shotguns and rifles sitting out all nice and polished like they were expecting this to happen, expecting to be used. “What do you wanna do? Talk to it? Ask it nicely to release our friend?” He shifted his expression as he began to mock him, “Oh, Mr. Monster, if it isn’t too much trouble could you pwetty pwease put Gogy down?” Sapnap frowned at Karl. “Is that what you wanna do? Huh!?” He put his arms out as his tone raised at the taller man.

“I’m not saying it’s a stupid idea.. I’m just… What if it just pisses it off? A-and it get’s so mad that it kills George? Or us? I’m just saying it seems a little too reckless. I don’t think one little gun is gonna get the job done against a giant monster, Sapnap.” Karl crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap in favor of looking at the floor beside him. “..‘nd we shouldn’t be getting mad at eachother.. that’s not gonna help..” Karl murmured, so carefully Sapnap had to strain to hear him.

Sapnap sighed. He raised an arm and approached Karl, about to rest a hand on his shoulder and apologize before the door to the living room suddenly swung open, causing both men to startle. The old lady stood at the doorway, her eyes wide and alerted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you lady?!? You scared the fu-“ She cut Sapnap off with a stern tone. “The cops called.”

The men froze.

“Somethin’ happened, they think they know where your friend’s been.”

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…

It’s been making that sound for awhile now. He wasn’t sure how long, but it’s been long enough to completely be rid of his fear in turn for confusion.

Awhile back, toward the start of their journey, George couldn’t stop himself from crying. He’d been in his own head, convincing himself of the worst to come and making himself more fearful. All of the possibilities of how this could turn out bad for him kept swarming and flooding his brain, effectively starting a hurricane of sick worry. After so much buildup he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let out restrained sobbing, doing his best to keep them from turning into loud wails.

He hoped that the monster wouldn’t pay him any mind, but when he kept sobbing into his knees, slowly getting louder despite trying to contain himself, the thing started making that… sound. It still has yet to let up, and George still has yet to decipher what it is.

It was a weird humming noise, so powerful that he could feel the vibrations shaking him. The hums would stop every so once in awhile and the thing would start clicking. Like, very brief chirping sounds that were kind of guttural. As if it had to force those sounds out. It was… odd.

George wanted to say that the sounds were making him feel uneasy but, if he was being truthful, they weren’t. He wouldn’t go as far as to say that they were relaxing but, they weren’t scary at the very least. He couldn’t describe the odd sensations pouring over his body as the sounds continued around him. Regardless, whatever they were, and however they were making him feel, it made him stop crying. And for the rest of their walk, George sat quietly listening to the monster coo at him.

Until it stopped.

When that happened, he could feel the sickness of fear blooming once more in the pit of his chest. George didn’t dare to look back at it, opting to hide his face in his knees once more and hug himself so tight he could feel the circulation in his hands being cut off. Had it finally grown sick of George’s antics? Was it finally tired of pretending to be harmless, and was ready to truly show its sadism?

A grumble startled him, and the feeling of being brought drop startled him even more. He dared to raise his head and look around with his puffy red eyes as he felt his platform jostle him around. He whimpered as the hand holding him lowered to the ground, planting itself there as he felt a large presence loom over him.

George didn’t need to turn around to know that the monster was hovering right above him, staring at him expectantly. It only took the Brit a few moments of hesitation before he (desperately) climbed down from its palm and let his thankful feet touch the solid ground once again. He could’ve laughed with relief, grateful of not being handled anymore, but he was still wary. Why was it letting him down? Where were they? He looked around, studying the trees around them in search of… well, he didn’t know. He guessed he was looking for any indication of where they were, but all he could see was the trees.

A puff of air rustled his hair, George twitching a bit in response. He could feel his heart thumping powerfully in his chest as he finally gave in and forced himself to meet the thing’s gaze again. It was just the same as he remembered it; haunting, lifeless, fixed to his every move… but there was something else in the way it looked at him now. George shifted uncomfortably as he glanced away. “What.. do you want..?” His voice barely reached over the sound of a whisper, but the thing seemed to hear him just fine because it stood back up and moved over, showing George what was hiding behind its massive body.

The edge of the woods. George gasped as he daringly took a few steps forward to see better. There, a few feet away was the road the boys took to get to the cabin resort. If he remembered correctly, this was right by..

His eyes snapped over to the right, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the convenience store just a little ways from their cabin.

Brown eyes widened as he noticed a car in the parking lot. Someone was in there, someone was working right over there. He was so close to somebody, so close to getting to a phone. If only the monster wasn’t right behind him. If it turned away, even for a moment, he could try to run and-

A yelp unwillingly escaped his lips as his view was suddenly shielded by the big black mass that was the thing’s clammy hand. He took a step back as it crashed to the ground in front of him and curled slightly. For a moment the Brit feared he was being picked up again, but the hand stopped its movements and just stayed situated where it was, cupping George in that place.

He whipped his head around as he felt the monster squat down so it could look more closely at him.

He looked up at the thing with confusion, a rush of worry also coming over him (he’s grown used to feeling worried around this thing now) at the close proximity. He felt claustrophobic, trapped by not only its hand but it’s ginormous face and body. He was also devoid of getting any light in this situation, it’s tar-black skin making him feel as if he were in the bottom of a dark cave.

But this time, instead of being met with the overbearing green eyes staring right at him when he looked up, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the giant was looking away from George. It was digging into a pocket from the fabric of its clothing, searching for something. George cocked a brow as he watched it slightly struggle to find whatever it was searching for. Finally it let out a triumphant grumble as it pinched something small between its fingers and brought it down towards George.

The Brit watched as two large fingers came right before him and placed something on the dirt ground by his feet. George looked down at the object, not knowing what to expect but not imagining it to be anything good. (He half expected a dead animal) But what he saw was about the last thing he was expecting to see. “Uhh.. Wha- why?” He fumbled over his words, trying to decide what to say but ultimately turned out speechless.

He glanced back up at the monster. It was looking at him now, but its usual hollow eyes were now looking at the human with expressive expectation. Like it was …excited?

George looked back down at the empty chocolate wrapper, frowning because he didn’t understand. He glanced back towards the thing’s face and shrugged. “I don’t understand what you want me to do..” George crossed his arms over his body as he shivered slightly. The monster truly gave off no body warmth at all.

George flinched when a finger came back towards him, or the purple wrapper to be specific. It pointed at it for a moment, and then pointed at him. When George didn’t follow, it removed the hand that was cupped around George’s body and looked towards the convenience store. George looked over there as well. There weren’t any new shoppers inside it appeared, and nothing else had changed. A grumble made him look back, and the thing was staring expectantly at him again.

It took a minute of thought, but eventually the Brit came to the conclusion that, “You.. want me to get you more?”

The monster blinked slowly and moved its face closer to George, a gesture the human didn’t appreciate as he took a step back. Nevertheless, it seemed like that was what the monster wanted him to do, so George took a daring step toward the convenience store, looking at the monster for approval. The last thing he wanted to do was misunderstand and anger it.

It seemed content enough, sitting back and looking at him as if to say Yes, please go.

So George did.

He took another step, and then another, and then he was full-sprinting away from the creature and towards the safety of the store.

This was his chance. He was free, he could run inside and explain to the clerk what happened to him and get him to call the police. They’d come and take him away, take him to the safety of his friends. Fuck, he’s never wanted to hug them more in his life. He never thought he’d miss seeing Sapnap’s stupid face and hearing Karl’s goofy laugh but he did. Fuck, he did so much. George began laughing breathlessly as he drew nearer and nearer, the door just in sight. It was there, it was right there. So close he could smell the stale hotdogs and sugary donuts.

But…

He reached the door and placed a hand on it. Why was he pausing? Why wasn’t he running inside, crying out to the clerk and spilling his tragic story? He should be begging him to call the police, to help, to get his friends to…

Tell the police that he was insane.. that some maniacal guy ran into his shop and starting screaming about a giant monster in the woods that kidnapped him.. that he was mental.. And what would George say? Go look in the woods behind the shop! And they might, and if they do they won’t find anything. The monster doesn’t show itself unless it wants to.

The handle to the door was ice cold under his sweaty palm, and he could almost see his breath as he panted with exhaustion.

Sure, he might see his friends again.. but what’ll they say? Surely right now they believe he caused the damage to the cabin. That he went crazy from isolation, thinking there was a monster watching him. Sapnap will never believe him, and Karl will take the boy’s side. And on the off chance they don’t decide to throw him the the mental hospital, and take him home… what would stop the monster from grabbing him again?

It could easily flip a car. Hell, it could pick it up if it so wanted. It’d be easy to rip off the hood and pry him out. Who knows what it’ll do to him then? Who knows what it’d do out of anger? Rip him apart? Torture him? He didn’t want to think about it.

And who knows if he’d get that far? If he takes too long in this shop, what would stop the thing from investigating? From seeing he’s trying to escape it and effectively stopping him by kidnapping him again? And if it did that it would take forever to get back in good spirits with it.. who knows if it’d ever put him down again?

George looked back toward the edge of the woods, and surely enough two bright green eyes stared back at him. It was waiting. It won’t wait for long.

Finally he opened the door, the sound of the bell ringing prompted a vaguely familiar voice to respond. “One second! Hold on I- FUCK HOLD ON!!” He heard something shatter, followed by a loud curse. George blinked a couple of times as he walked to the back of the shop to see a shattered bottle and the store clerk standing over it with disappointment. George cleared his throat and smirked at the man. “Need some help?”

“GEORGE?? Ayyee!! What are you doing here? I thought you little getaway wasn’t gonna be over until the end of the week? Where’s Sapnap and Karl?! HELLOO??” He called to the door as if the other two were standing by it. George just rubbed his hands awkwardly as he shook his head. “They uh, stayed behind. I just need to pick up some chocolate.”

They’d stopped here on their way to the resort, and became quick friends with the hyper store clerk, Alex. Bonding over mutual sleep deprivation was truly a great experience. They even promised the boy they’d stop by before they left.

“Chocolate? That’s in the second aisle, bro. I’d toootally like to chat but let me clean this up real quick!” He laughed as he skipped over to the back employee only room to fetch a broom.

As George walked to the candy aisle, a thought dawned on him. He didn’t have money on him. He didn’t carry cash, and his debit card was back in his bag. If he had his phone he maybe could’ve used Apple Pay but.. he obviously didn’t have that. He didn’t want to steal from Alex, he was such a nice guy. He didn’t deserve that but.. what other choice did he have?

He scanned over the variety of candies on the shelves in search of that specific chocolate with the purple wrapper. When he finally found the off-brand chocolate, he grabbed as much as his hands could carry and started for the door. A voice stopped him. “Alright, man! Now, c’mere and tell me all about the cabin!”

George turned slowly, guilt on his face as Alex waited for him behind the counter, fiddling with the buttons on the cash register as he grinned widely at him. He hesitated, flashing a glance at the door before walking over. “I would, Alex, and I will b-but Karl’s sick and he reeeaally wants this chocolate so I gotta..” His voice faltered, eyes dropping to the floor in guilt. At the same time, his pulse raced with fear. He didn’t have time to be awkwardly standing around. The monster was right outside, waiting for him, expecting him to come back any second. For his sake and Alex’s, he had to make this quick.

He was mentally preparing to sprint out of the door, before Alex spoke up. “Aw man, poor Karl. Actually, you know Sapnap left a twenty here the other night. Idiot didn’t even realize, HAHA! Anyways, that should cover your payment. Tell Karl to get better soon!”

George stared at him for a few moments longer than what was comfortable, but Alex just kept on smiling warmly at him, not affected by the awkwardness at all. “I..” He began, but he stopped himself. If he kept talking he’d spill his true thoughts, and he didn’t want the clerk to be in danger just because he wanted to help George out.. So he shut his mouth and nodded at him, sending a small smile as he headed for the door. But before he left, he turned back and allowed a simple sentence, a last try for help, escape his lips.

“Hey, uh.. You should call the check-in cabin and tell the lady to connect you to Sapnap and Karl. Tell them I stopped by and got the chocolate. I’m sure they’d love to know I’m o- .. they’d love to talk with you.”

And he left before Alex got the chance to reply, running back to the edge of the woods incase the clerk followed him through the door.

His lungs were not made for running like this. They had the capacity to scream at his computer screen and that was about it. He was heavily panting, wiping sweat from his forehead as he looked around for the familiar black mass he called his captor.

When the Brit couldn’t find the monster, he began to grow apprehensive. His heart was just beginning to pound with fear until the ground shook and George was knocked off of his feet and onto his back. A meek yelp caused his face to grow red with embarrassment as he looked up and saw the monster leaning over him, watching him with amusement. George’s lips tightened in an awkward line as he scrambled to stand up. For a brief second, he had the idea that the monster did that to prank him on purpose, but quickly brushed that idea away. There’s no way this thing understood emotion no less pranking, and therefore couldn’t be amused. It was probably just hungry, and happy to see the chocolate bars.

Speaking of which.

George sat the knock-off brand of chocolate on the ground and backed up a few paces, giving the thing room to eat. As soon as George placed the chocolate on the ground, the thing literally squealed and chirped in the highest pitch he’s ever heard it make. It scooted close and dove nose-first onto the pile of sweets, sniffing it enthusiastically.

There was just one thing, how was it going to go about eating them? It had no features on its face except its trademark eyes and nose you could only see when it turned to the side. Never once had George seen a mouth. Was it somewhere else on its body? Hidden under the fabric or maybe even on the other side of its head, under its hair?

Before his theories could develop further, they were quickly put to rest.

The thing suddenly extended its jaw, opening it in an unnaturally wide way, that it if it were a human it would 100% break. From its now open maw, he saw sharp, cloud-white teeth extend from within its gums. He felt like he got cut just from looking at them, the thought and sight alone enough to make his body spasm with anxious shivering. But the worst part, was when its tongue stuck out of it’s mouth to grab the small bars of chocolate and pull them into its mouth like a snake swallowing a mouse. It was long and narrow, and a deep pinkish color that reminded George of flesh. The thing didn’t even bother unwrapping the candy before chowing down, closing its unnatural jaw once more to chew.

When it finally finished indulging itself, it licked its lips clean and looked at George with wide, happy eyes. George himself was pretty sure he’d peed a little after that display, and was sitting in stunned silence, staring back at it dumbfoundedly.

The giant clicked at him a few times before shifting its position to crawl over to the meager human, causing him to shrink in on himself in fear. The thing was looking above him on its knees, either hand resting on their respective sides of George, making the human directly underneath it.

There was a few tense moments that passed before someone made the first move. No surprise it was the monster. It shifted its head closer to George and breathed out a puff of air onto his body. The human frowned, confused and troubled at its out-of-character actions. What was it doing? Was it smelling him? Was it displeased with the taste of the chocolate and was now searching for something more flavorful? The Brit gulped as he scanned its eyes for any emotion, any slight movement that would hint at its intentions.

And then, it’s jaw was unhinging again. George gasped as he whined at the sight, trying to scoot away from the monster but giving up when he noticed how close he was to its hand. “Pl-please no! I can get more! I..” He shrieked as he shielded his face with his hands, looking away in fright and just waiting for the feeling of that snake-like tongue coiling around him, to bring him into the cave of death resting just beyond its rock-sharp fangs.

When that sensation never happened, the Brit moved his hands and stared up at the monster’s face. His jaw was open in silent shock at what he was met with.

The monster’s face, just a few feet above him, had contorted to be flashing a wide mouth of fangs at him, though it’s mouth wasn’t open. He could only see its pearly white teeth, and weirdly crinkled eyes. It barely moved its eyes.. what was it doing? Why did it look so weird? Was it trying to scare him? And why did it look like such an uncanny…

Smile..?

Was it…trying to smile at him?

George’s chest rose in rapid succession, brows furrowed as he stared at the creature, not daring to move.

But it didn’t look like the creature was going to move either. It looked patient, like it was waiting on a specific reaction from George. The Brit had a thought cross his mind, but he hesitated. It was stupid but.. what else could he do?

In the most awkward way possible, in the slowest movements ever, George twisted his face to mimic the monsters smile. Though of course his was more natural and less.. nightmare fuel.

No matter how awkward it made George feel, it seemed to satisfy the monster. It made a high-pitched coo and clicked rapidly at him, it’s jaw opening now as its tongue flicked across George’s face. This caused the human to freeze up, his entire body tensing as the monster closed its mouth and sat up on its knees. George didn’t even get longer than a second to process a thought before the cold hands scooped under him and lifted the Brit up to its chest once more, and began walking off.

It didn’t eat him.

It smiled at him.

It…was being nice to him?

George stole a bold glance up at the monster as he was finally beginning to process the last couple of minutes. It didn’t look back down at him, but the rapid clicking and cooing noises it was making was more than enough to let George know it was indeed happy.

What’s happening? Is that all it wanted from George? For him to get it candy? But it seemed to be treating him so…friendly. Like it was trying to win over the human’s favor.

But it kidnapped him, stalked him like a cat to a mouse!

But did it understand that? Did it understand that it couldn’t just take people? If it could understand happiness then surely it could understand fear. It knew he was scared, but did it think it could calm him down? Make him relax? But why would it go through all that trouble?! Did it want a pet? Did it just want to experiment with a human?

Or maybe..

Did it want.. a friend?

…

…

omg part four coming soon 😎

George began to chant the air around him moved strongly as if preparing to fullfil his desire.

All Dream could do was stare amazed and fearfully at the elf as he felt the stronger presence of magic surround him, soon the elf's loud chanting began to quiet down until nothing, and suddenly Dream felt nothing as well, nothing constraining him.

As George finished the chanting he was out of breath, honestly a little bit tired, since magic made to trap giants were stronger then most normal spells mainly because giants themselves are strong beings.

George turned back towards Dream, who just stared at him, George wasn't as skilled at picking up on emotions as elf didn't really show it, he couldn't tell if he was fearfully, confused or well he doesn't know what else there could be.

But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

George titled his head confusedly,

"I'm just checking, making sure your alright."

He said plainly

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

"Is that all you need?"

George nodded looking up.

"Yes."

George moved forward, touching the giants skin and closed his eyes, Dream felt warmth radiate through his hand then up his arms and then to the rest of his body before he knew it the warmth that felt so comfortable faded and a soft voice said

"Done."

Dream looked shocked quickly looking at his hand as if he would be able to see the magic that had just flowed through him.

"Really."

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be of."

Before George could even take his first step the giants voice softly said

"Wait."

George turned back around confusedly

"Why, are you feeling unwell?"

(That's all I got sorry for the poor writing it's 2:40AM I'm tired, this is just an idea inspired by your work, please excuse any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors as I am tired.)

O.M.G. THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOOD!!!mua mua mua <3 Same here writing at 2am gang ahahaha

I really like that the way how George speaks just simple and short ,just get to the point. And dream is just like so scared of him right now ahaha kinda cute xD

And really thankful for extending my story qwq! It means to me a lot <3

Don’t know how to show how thankful I am, I drew some scene from the extent content! But idk how to put them together with the inbox grey box like they would separate :p I’m try my best. They all kinda rough cuz I don’t really have enough time for doing the line art oof

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As George finished the chanting he was out of breath, honestly a little bit tired, since magic made to trap giants were stronger then most normal spells mainly because giants themselves are strong beings.

George turned back towards Dream, who just stared at him, George wasn't as skilled at picking up on emotions as elf didn't really show it, he couldn't tell if he was fearfully, confused or well he doesn't know what else there could be.

But George wanted to make sure that the spell worked and didn't leave anything, no hidden curses and such, he moved closer and the giant flinches away.

Dream just starred before hesitantly placing his hand out towards the small elf, hand towering over him.

George moved forward, touching the giants skin and closed his eyes, Dream felt warmth radiate through his hand then up his arms and then to the rest of his body before he knew it the warmth that felt so comfortable faded and a soft voice said

George nodded, pulling the hood back over his ears turning around back facing the giant.

"Your fine , I'll be off .”

So these are for the recent story and art of Tiny Hero.

So first off, I love this! It’s great!!!!!

1. If there’s a war between Giants and witches, why did the witches leave Dream just trapped and not end him?

2. Why doesn’t George say anything for so long?

3. What was the sudden change that causes George to suddenly free Dream and speak?

4. Do you have any more ideas for this 👉👈

Thanks for your time!!! Have a lollipop 🍭

Thanks for the inbox !! Finally I finished some of the assignment so that I have time to reply some answers!

1. I spent some time to figure out the whole world setting, the witches lived on a sky castle far from the land. And they tried to steal the resources (like some magic stone? Or rare herbs?)from the land. Which the giants don’t like it. So there’s war. And the witch tried to capture the giants to brainwashed or mind control them, so they won’t end them yet.

So here’s like some rough concept of where different ethnicities lives.

2. Elves are cautious and prudent, they haven’t form any alliance with the other ethnicity. They do not want any trouble, so they try to stay away from all the things just living on their own. And George leave his colony explore the whole world. I want to make his personality more cold? Idk does that words fit what I’m trying to say lol.

In this world not every ethnicities are nice to others, that’s why George don’t want to form any connection. What if the giant trick him? Or maybe if he doesn’t speak they would thought he can’t understand what they said, so that they may leak their intentions?(idk)

he doesn’t speak at all just to observe Dream, cause wt if George freed him and Dream just attacked him? Too much possibilities and risks for freeing at that moment. To keep himself safe he spent like days to observe him and built some trust.

3. when George met Dream, a poor young soul was trapped just to accept his fate. He knew the war between the giant and the witches. He couldn’t just let him die right there. Although he’s an elf doesn’t show their feelings a lot they still have empathy.George know their people don’t like any trouble from anyone. But he just can’t let Dream capture by the witches.

4. I got an amazing inbox extend my story a bit ! Which I’m really thankful for that, cause I really can’t express the story in English :’) but I don’t have any idea right now, I’m kinda bad at writing a story xD. Therefore I like people give me ideas or help me to create a story together! So that I can draw the whole scenario! :3

Thanks for the lollipop yumyumyum >:3

And I’m too lazy to use Grammarly to check my grammar :p sorry guys for poor English xD

Squish

I accidentally stepped on a baby frog the other day, (i know, I'm a horrible person) and all of it's guts were smushed out of it's side. Unfortunatly, it was stil alive, so I had to kill it :(

But! It gave me this Idea! (plus from one of Roman's (baka-monarch's) posts that I can't be bothered to find right now)

Anyway, it's short, but do enjoy!

Word Count: 542

Warnings: Death, gore, blood, general angst, that sort of stuff

Dream glanced around. He knew the hunters were in this cave somewhere. He had seen them go into it.

He shifted his stance, scanning around the massive cave. His mind was focused solely on luring them out into his trap. Something crunched wetly and then screamed underneath his foot, and a nasty squelch sounded when he accidentally slipped on whatever it was before he managed to jerk away. 

Oh no…

A heavy lead weight of dread dropped into his gut at that horrible sound. There were few things in this world that wouldn't be dusted instantly from damage like that, fewer still that had enough body composition to be gooey. And there were very, very few creatures that could scream like a person.

Dream had a horrible feeling he knew what that had been. He immediately fell to his knees and leaned down, trying to get a better look at who he had just stepped on.

"Ant? Oh fuck," he hissed, internally cringing away. Ant wheezed out a strangled gurgle, blood starting to dribble from his mouth.

Ant's guts were smushed out of his side, mashed and smeared from where Dream slipped over them, and his legs were mangled and crushed beyond repair because Dream had stepped on him.

Dream had to forcefully push down the wave of nausea that hit him before he threw up over the smashed body of his friend. 

The poor cat hybrid's hazy blue eyes slid up to meet Dream's. The giant hurriedly shoved his mask to the side and met the cat's eyes.

"A-Ant, I-I," Dream forced down a choked whimper, hands twitching as they hovered uselessly over his mangled friend.

Dream swallowed. At this point, he thought it would be better to kill him. The pain of a respawn would be more merciful than this, this slow death of–of being crushed.

"I-I'm gonna have to kill you, Ant. You'll respawn just fine, okay?" Ant managed to stutter out a gurgle, which Dream chose to interpret as an 'okay.'

"Okay, so, I'm just going to break your neck. It'll be the quickest and most painless." Another choked sound from his friend made the giant wince.

Gently, he took Ant's head between his fingers. Blood-matted ears flicked against his skin, and Dream had to push down another wave of nausea.

With a quick twist of his fingers and a haunting snap, it was done, and Ant's smashed body puffed out of reality. The only evidence left was the thick smear of blood on the stone ground from where Dream had slid over his hapless friend’s body.

With the deed done, Dream sat back on his heels with a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face and through his hair.

"I-I'm calling off the hunt," Dream's voice shook as he spoke into the comm on his wrist. "I–we gotta go check on Ant."

His friends' concerned voices crackled over the comms, but he ignored them as he pushed himself to his feet.

Something about the way he had killed Ant disturbed him greatly. He just had to make sure his friend was okay.

He left the cave quickly, the remaining blood smeared on the stone floor weighing heavily on his mind as he started his trek to their current camp.

Venture

Chapter 2

Mmm not much to say here, other than, after this chapter, I don't have anything else ready for this to put out.

Oh yeah! Thanks @da3dm for proofreading!!

Chapter 1

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,710

Warnings: Blood, Fear, ect.

It didn't take him long to find their camp. 

He stalked over to the pile of belongings, silently assessing the bags. While he wasn't officially a thief, he was quite fond of pilfering through others’ things, especially the things of hunters. There was always at least a few items of value stowed away. Plus, there was probably something edible he could grab.

He dropped to one knee in front of the pile and snagged one of the bags, tugging it open and digging through it. There wasn’t anything special, only a couple of glittering trinkets and a single golden ring. They wouldn't be worth much to trade, Dream estimated quietly. He pocketed them anyway, moving on to the next pack. This one had a few shimmering potions, which he inspected curiously before stowing them away. He would find out what they were later.

Dream flipped open another satchel and promptly froze. What…What the hell?! That's a kid, why would- He cut himself off, staring down at the little form. They were young, he could tell that much, maybe in their mid-teens if he pushed it.

The kid stared up at him with wide blue eyes set above pale, round cheeks. His face was framed by fluffy blond curls, which hung over his brow in a wild tangle. Long, ungainly legs pushed him further into the corner of the mesh cage while thin, twiggy arms curled defensively over his chest.

He was also terrified, Dream noted, and was doing a terrible job of hiding it.

“...Hey,” he murmured, suddenly acutely aware of how blood still dripped from his mask, still soaked his clothes, still stained his hands. He winced, leaning back a little. He frightened normal-sized people on accident. There was no telling what he looked like to the tiny teenager.

Scaring an apparent captive really wasn’t on today’s agenda.

…He should probably get the kid out of the cage, actually.

The kid stared up through the thin wire bars with thinly veiled panic when Dream reached into the bag, intent on grabbing the cage.

"N-No–Fuck!-" The kid clapped his hands over his mouth as the words seemed to slip out, cringing down further into the corner of the cage.

Dream paused at his cry before slowly drawing his hand back, out of view with a grimace. The kid shook, eyes wide.

“...Um,” Dream put eloquently, shifting to sit on his knees. He…he had no idea how to deal with kids. Adults, at least, could deal if his brash actions scared them, but children? He raised his hands dubiously, then lowered them. What…what did he do? He furrowed his brow, brushing a bloodied hand over his chin. Well, he didn’t want to traumatize the kid, so…

He decided to go with the subtler route. If anything, it’d be good practice for any future dealings with tiny frightened children.

“I’m Dream,” He murmured lowly, dropping his hands to rest in his lap. The kid only stared, puffing half-frantic breaths through his hands. 

“I'm not gonna hurt you, kid.” Yeah, that would surely convince him. Hmm. Dream cocked his head, an idea blooming. “The people that had you were hunters, right? Or traffickers?” He tensed even more, scrawny shoulders hitching up around his ears. “I'll take that as a yes. Okay, well, they went after me, so I killed them. You won't have to worry about them anymore.” The rigid form relaxed just the tiniest bit at the news, but his eyes widened substantially.

“I'm only here because I wanted to loot their stuff, so, um…yeah.” He paused. “I won't hurt you.”

What he said seemed to work, because the small blond slowly pulled his hands from his mouth and drew his head up from his shoulders. The tiny, almost indistinguishable blue eyes scrutinized what little of Dream’s expression he could see for a long beat before he slumped, apparently accepting the assassin’s words. 

Dream let a small grin slip on his face and leaned forward.

“Would you mind telling me what your name is?” The kid jumped, eyeing him suspiciously for a long beat, before he seemed to deflate and jerked a small nod.

“I’m Tommy,” he rasped quietly. Dream had to do a double take. He could have sworn he heard the word ‘bitch’ tacked onto the end of that. He shook himself. He supposed it didn't really matter.

“Tommy? Cool.” His grin widened. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but, considering the circumstances…” He swiped at some of the blood still adorning his mask and flung the droplets away with a dismissive flick of his fingers.

Tommy cringed, eyeing the smeared streaks on the mask. If the human was really telling the truth…then that would mean that the blood on his mask was from his captors. That would mean that this human had single-handedly murdered five armed hunters and, from what Tommy could see, escaped relatively unscathed. That meant that this human was dangerous. More so than the average sword-swinger. 

…Tommy didn’t think he should antagonize this one too much. He already regretted the habitual insult that had slipped out when he said his name. There was no need to actually make the man mad.

The human leaned forward, blocking out most of what Tommy could see out from the opening of the bag with his enormous frame. The beady little eyes of the mask bore disconcertingly down on the teen, and, unconsciously, he shivered. It was so creepy.

“Do you want me to let you out of the cage?” Dream broke the silence, cocking his head to the side.

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he shook his head fervently. He did not want to be out and around this human, thank you very much. The cage, at least, offered him some (flimsy) barrier of safety, kept him from being in open grabbing reach.

Dream hummed, bobbing his head in a nod. His hand rose, blocking half of Tommy’s view as it reached into the bag. Tommy’s heart spiked in fear.

“Alright, well, I'm gonna have to carry the cage anyway, kay?” Dream muttered, grabbing the mesh top. “I'm not just gonna leave you here.”

Gorey fingers poked through the top of the cage and curled around the wires. Tommy flinched as a few drops of blood splattered down on the metal floor of the cage, each plinking quietly against the cold surface.

With a nauseating lurch, the cage was hoisted into the air. Tommy flung his bandaged arms out, bracing them against the wire mesh at the sudden movement. He was thankful he was sitting down this time. Being thrown about the harsh metal cage was not an experience he liked to indulge in.

Almost as soon as it had risen, though, the cage was firmly plonked onto the mulchy forest floor. Tommy jolted, confused, when the huge, extremely fucking tall, wow, he just kept going, human stood and moved over to the rest of the belonging pile. He waved a hand lazily in Tommy's direction. 

“Just sit tight for a bit, alright? I’m gonna finish robbing this stuff.”

Tommy stared, a slightly offended expression growing on his face. Just find him and then just, just leave to go looting?! Just like that? It was like finding a tiny person, an abnormality, was nothing to this guy! Usually there was at least some sort of awe, or fascination, or, or even a touch of greed at his prospective uses! But no? This guy just up and ditches? 

It’s not that Tommy was complaining, really. He was quite glad that this Dream guy wasn’t poking and prodding and trying to estimate his sell price, but…it was the principle of the matter! He wasn’t acting like a normal person would!

Tommy froze when a horrifying thought popped into his head. What if…what if the reason the human wasn’t reacting normally was because he had done this before? What if he was used to seeing smallfolk? What if he was used to capturing smallfolk? No, no, it couldn’t be that, right? Right?

Tommy watched Dream root through the rest of the hunter’s belongings, the man humming whenever he found something interesting before it was whisked away under the green poncho. He…he couldn’t tell if the human was malicious or not! Tommy knew, Tommy knew, that some, a very, very select, small few humans were good, were nice enough to at least ignore smallfolk, and that some were even okay to speak to and interact with, but…the hard part was figuring out who it was you could trust. Who it was that wouldn’t try to murder you. Who it was that wouldn’t kidnap you. Tommy learned this lesson the hard way.

Dream stood, seemingly finished with his act of larceny. Tommy swallowed nervously as the huge boots strode towards him, audibly crushing the forest foliage underneath the massive leather soles, until they stopped just in front of the cage. The blood-streaked, innocently smiling mask caught the light of the dusking sun as the human bent and snagged his fingers through the thin wires at the top, and then the cage lurched as he picked it up.

Tommy slid across the metal floor of the cage, narrowly avoiding the large splatters of blood in the middle as it was moved to rest against the vast green wall of Dream’s chest, and huge, cloth wrapped arms curled around the front, trapping the cage against the human’s torso.

“Just sit tight for now, kay?” The human started moving, long, striding steps that rolled smoothly through the cage. “I’ve gotta find someplace to set up camp, and then I can check up on you.”

Tommy shrunk back against the cage bars, wrapping his fingers around the thick wires. The easy stride the human had taken barely affected the cage, but Tommy was still cautious. His thrumming heart had slowed from it’s breakneck pace, letting him breathe easier.

He settled back, pushing down on the uncertain queasiness in his gut. Tommy figured he would have nothing to do but to wait, wait until he could try to escape from this new danger. 

Tommy didn’t know what Dream wanted from him, but he was almost certain it wouldn’t be pleasant. When it involved the big folk, it never was. 

Blue or Black?

⚠️NOT A SHIP⚠️

I don't remember Blue being explained thoroughly so if what I'm writing is wrong then just imagine it's right for the story. And as I rewatched Ghostbur's lore it was tacky to me so sorry if I got his personality wrong. And also idk if Ghostbur can be hugged so bare with me.

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Ghostbur, The sweet lovable ghost who loved making people happy, Trotted across the dirt pathways in the forests—a land which is dominated by trees—He was humming happily with Friend by his side, With a soft soothing face.

Ghostbur continued to hum as he was about to go to a lake where he usually stays, The lake was beautifully surrounded by flowers and had probably the healthiest grass you have ever seen.

Although as he neared closer to the lake, He saw a giant figure sitting criss-crossed. A netherite axe laid closely beside the figure as it slowly swirled its finger in the crystalline waters, Ghostbur smiled as the figure seemed to be familiar of him.

"Ghostbur...?" The giant said as he lifted his hand from the waters and lightly flicked the droplets from his hand. "Hi Dream!" Ghostbur exclaimed as he sprinted to the male, "You seem down?" Ghostbur muttered out and swiftly pulled out a blue substance which he placed at the giant palm, "Have some blue, Calm yourself." An easing voice came from the ghost as a soft echo followed after.

But to Ghostbur's surprise the Blue instantly turned to a midnight black and crumbled to the forest floor as it made contact with the giant's skin, Ghostbur let out a confused huff. He took some Blue once more and yet again it crumbled to the ground, Practically looking like dust.

Dream sighed as the beady black eyes of the mask stared at Ghostbur, The giant stood up grabbing his axe with him. "Hey wait have some Blue!" Ghostbur yelled.

The other male stared at the ghost for a while, As no response came out of him. Soon the male started walking away with a ghost and sheep chasing behind, The wind blew softly and the calming winds made the giant take a sigh.

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Soon enough the ghost and the sheep were sitting at the giant's cupped hands as Ghostbur kept placing Blue at the giants skin as it always turned to a solid midnight black and crumbled to the ground below, Dream huffed as he continued walking back to The Greater SMP.

As the sheep slept comfortably on the palm of the giants hands, He kept staring at the ghost who kept trying to put the Blue substance at his skin for it to crumble and leave a trail of small bits of pieces and dust from the Blue.

Once they could see the lands of the SMP in sight Drean kneeled down to place Friend and Ghostbur on the soft grounds of the earth. Ghostbur simply stared as he watched the giant slowly shrink to a size he would normally be seen in. Barely anyone on the SMP knew the admin could sizeshift.

Dream was quiet, As he continued walking to the SMP leaving Ghostbur and Friend sitting on the grassy ground, Ghostbur quickly stood up and sprinted to chase the admin. Dream turned to his side to see Ghostbur skipping beside him with a happy expression.

"Why are you still following me Ghostbur?" Dream spoke as he let a bit of softness seep into his tone, Ghostbur stayed quiet and yet again took some Blue and took Dreams hand and placed it. Yet again the same occurrence happened.

Dream chuckled as he shook his hand softly then looked back front to continue walking on the pathway. Ghostbur happily trotted beside sizeshifter.

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Dream sat on the cold obsidian floor of his cell as he sat stiff and still. He missed his rival, He missed the days he would shift outside of the SMP and ran around and acted like a child to his hearts content. Barely anyone knew anything about Dream at all. They all thought he was serious and cold, They all thought he was quite like Techno yet almost never made jokes. Yet Ghosbur knew...

After some time with Ghostbur, Dream grew quite fond of him and Friend. Dream missed sitting by the lake as Ghostbur made flower crowns and constantly tried to give Dream Blue. Even if he took the Blue it would still crumble and soon turn to ash,

Dream even missed Friend, Ghostbur's therapy sheep. He got used to the occasional 'baa's' Friend would let out, Dream snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the lava lowering and he could see a figure on the other side. Sam stepped on the platform as it moved closer to the cell, Sam simply walked over to the prisoner and dropped the raw potatoes on his side.

When Sam was about to leave he felt a tug on his pants, He turned his head to see Dream still having a hold on his pants. "What do you need?" Sam spoke annoyed yet roughly, "Can..." Dream muttered out as he let go of Sam and placed both his hands on the ground. "Can you see if Ghostbur can visit?" Dream asked with small hope gleaming in his eyes.

Sam almost felt pity for the man as he stares directly at the eyes of the prisoner, Sam sighed then spoke "I'll see what I can do-..." As that was said Sam turned his head and continued to leave the cell.

Sam glanced again at the prisoner with a solemn look, Yet quickly switched once again and left to inform Ghostbur if he can meet the prisoner.

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Ghostbur gleamed as he saw the prison in view, It stood intimidating and terrifying. But Ghostbur pushed the fear away as he smiled, Excited to see his friend once more.

He trotted closer to the prison—Friend didn't come with and slept—Ghostbur met Sam and did all the prison protocols before entering.

Now Ghostbur stood on the platform slowly moving to the cell. Both males stared into eachothers eyes with nothing but the need of holding eachother close.

"Dream?" Ghostbur smiled as he floated closer to the male, Dream stayed quiet and embraced the ghost even if he felt cold. He was warm in Dream's arms,

As they chatted time flew by quickly. Dream missed interaction other than Quackity and Sam, Suddenly both heard Sam's voice with a very clear statement "Time is up, The visitor must leave.". Dream instantly became protective and covered the ghost who was sitting criss-cross on the ground.

The lava lowered as they saw an annoyed and tired Sam, Sam crossed and went to drag Ghostbur but in an instant his arms were stopped, He was grabbed by wrist tightly. As he shuddered a breath as he looked at the dark expression of the prisoner.

He pulled away his arm from the tight grasp of the blond, The warden felt a wave of fear as he saw a definitely evil grin, and crazed eyes placed on the prisoner's face.

Sam backed away as the prisoner stood up, "Dream-...Dream its time for Ghostbur to leave." Sam spoke as he did his best to keep a steady voice. Ghostbur, Who was now standing at the side of the cell, Cluelessly watching everything unfold, Ghostbur's eyes widened as he saw Dream's eyes turn slit. He knew that Dream was fully on instinct.

You see. Dream never mentioned it to anyone but Dream was half-dragon—Making him a hybrid, And dragons tend to be very protective if they care alot about something. Like treasure–Dream growled as he stared at warden's eyes which were filled with fear.

Sam gulped as he reached out to grab Ghostbur to leave as quickly as possible but was stopped as he got slammed into the wall, He stared with wide eyes at he saw the prisoner looking down upon him, A tall figure held his chest by one hand.

Dream was fully on instinct, Sam was paralyzed. Dream grabbed his fist and collided it with the uneven and rocky walls of the cell. The foundation of the wall crumbled into the lava below as it got submerged in the hot orange liquid, Dream stood up with Sam on one fist and Ghostbur in his pocket.

Sam squirmed at the strong grasp of the now giant prisoner. The alarms blared loudly alerting everyone in the server, As people started to reach the prison all they saw was a giant chunk smashed and smoke was covering the area.

Dream and Sam were nowhere to be found, And no one even knew Ghostbur went to visit...

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I only proof-read once so sorry if there's any mistakes