If Youre Not Too Busy With Other Drawings, Could We See Dream Protecting A Tiny George From Mobs? Either

If you’re not too busy with other drawings, could we see Dream protecting a tiny George from mobs? Either after they are already friends or maybe they’re not friends yet and George is scared that this giant might be even more dangerous than the mobs.

And I love your art! <3

Ohhh I really love the ideas that when the giant need to protect their tiny. Sometimes they need to let their beast side to come out.

So the drawings is about Dream is holding George while he need to defend himself from the mobs. He can kill those mobs easily, but he’s holding George so he can’t make any huge movement which limited his moves. Also he doesn’t want to drop George during the fight . When he haven’t met George, Dream would just scare the mobs away so that he doesn’t have to fight. But in that moment Dream doesn’t really wanted to do that, cause he’s afraid that it would scare George as well.

However there’s no any options, he really need to protect no matter what happens.

So basically he started hissing or growling at those mobs like a warning sign. And yet those mobs didn’t seems scared to this little warning sign so he needed to try harder. Turns out that he needed to do a roar the worst thing that he didn’t want to do it…

And at the moment, George really found Dream is quite scared or horrified. He didn’t realise that how dangerous or deadly a giant can be.

After all that chaos, Dream afraid that their friendship between them is over.

Looking into George’s eyes that filled with fear, he keeps saying sorry, and slowly he broke out into tears.

I really love drawing fangs, I would say that usually Dream doesn’t shows his fangs to George. Or maybe when he gets angry he fangs would grow more shaper at that moment? Idk

I like the struggle or dilemma between their friendship. Like if they were in the same size none of these situations would be a problem. Having a power over someone, or feeling so helpless cause you are too small.

I feel my language is so broken today ( ´_ゝ`) but thx for reading the whole passage that I’ve written :3

So here’s a story about George trying to protect Dream. He knows that every time they encountered some hunters, Dream always get hurt. So he is trying to use other ways to trick the hunters lure them away from the forest where Dream lives. And yet the hunters found out that George is acting suspicious, trying to threaten him to get more information about Dream.

At first, George told Dream that he should stay in the cave and wait until he comes back . However, George hasn’t come back which makes Dream worried about him. So he finally decided to go out and find George.

But the scene that he saw, George was beaten up by those nasty hunters which drove him crazy.

Can u imagine that the destruction giant can make? And a giant with high mobility definitely a nightmare to the hunters

The hunters regret hunting him immediately.

I’m always so into the giant become super protective towards their own friends. But sometime when they go angry, destroy the enemies, even their own friends may scared of them too.

I’m kinda wanted to draw the aftermath theses two boys having a small argument because they just worry about each other.

I try my best to write what I’m trying to draw, but it’s so hard to express it in English. I know there’s a lot of grammatical mistakes or some of the sentences even don’t form a sentence XD. Thanks for reading the whole passage that I’ve written, I’m sorry if the story was not understandable.

Writing at 2am so I may make a lot of mistakes

I love seeing those two arguing haha

After they escape from the hunters, they need to clean up their wounds.

Although Dream has amazing parkour skills, while he’s holding George in his hand he can’t make big movements to dodge all the arrows. Therefore, he got a few arrows on his back.

When Dream help George bandage his wounds.

I can imagine that George just screams at everything that makes him pain and Dream just keep trying to calm him down or wheezing “George! I haven't touched you-you just keep screaming-”

I think Dream has more tolerance for the pain. He might murmur some curse words. but sometimes when George pulls the arrow that hits him hard. He screams out as loud as he can.

Warning:Terrible handwriting ,Grammatical mistakes

Constant Artist/Writer mood

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.

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“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?

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.