Quiet

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 👀

Yoooo, I draw something for suerfer Dream fic that I wrote a month ago :)

You can read it here :]

This practically happened after some days or week after Dream and Sapnap met

(It's the first time that I've drawn waves so it might be a bit bad :'D)

Dream close up

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?

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

Here's a gift!

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(This is just for fun😅)

Why thank you <3

God the frog is so cute (ˊ˘ˋ*)

I only interacted with like one person but oooooh my god how I love others' works either if it's just a short headcannon or full on comic/fic!

@giant-tiny-squid basically their works got me into this community and motivated to start writing myself! I REALLY love the puppeteer Dream and Giant Dream Manhunt AU!

@baka-monarch I really often see your headcannons and they not only make so much sense but also are great in general!

@itty-bitty-rainbow We talked a bit and it's a super nice person! Also makes awesome comics and I totally love the Planet Unknown AU :D

@sprite-addicted-artist my. GOD /POS THE ART IS JUST SOOOOOO FREAKING GOOOOOD (love how you draw teeth so much)

@kayla-crazy-stuffs CUTE AND VERY COOL ART AAAAAAAAAAA

@sheena-yuet ANOTHER PERSON WITH GREAT AND AWESOME ART

And there's loads more but I simply can't remember now- and I'm sorry for that- But all those people I mentioned I really love because of the amazing things they do! <3

Sorry for tagging but you guys really deserve it!

experiment 👋😎

i'm just trying an experiment rn

if you are a dsmp g/t enjoyer: INTERACT WITH THIS POST!!

i'm doing this because a. i'm curious where those 600 people come from on other dsmp g/t posts, and b. i posted oh george and over half of the likes on it were from people i'd never seen around here,,,

the dsmp g/t community isn't dead, it's very much alive. it's just that there is a significant lack of creators (which is totally fine!). @smog-frog-0 made a good post on the consumers in this community. i'd like to talk a little about it while i'm in the mood to ramble! :]

sooo, i totally agree with smog, the consumers in this community are what keep the content coming. it's totally find if you're a lurker and get shy or whatnot, but even a like helps the confidence of a creator so much!! i can talk from experience, most of the people here are so kind and socially awkward that it's a treat for them to talk to you (/lh /pos)

^ also considering the last part of this, asks are also a hugeeeee motivation booster! chat with us! add comments!! feedback, even if it's just a few tags like "woo this is awesome" would make the next part of the fic come out sooner. (no promises, a personal life of a creator also exists,,)

i know that there are over 600 of you lovely dsmp g/t enjoyers because i have seen it! so many people!! the community is still alive, but the people are spread out over the platform. i'm sure there's a similar circle of creators just like ours somewhere else on this hellsite.

i propose an idea: let's expand. morph together. honestly the group we have on here is so active i wonder why they don't get more clout for the things they do?

seriously, just interact with this post. reblog, tell me who your little circle is, like it, EVERYONE in this community, consumer or content creator, interact!!!

also for all you lurkers, send asks! you can be an anon, so you can keep your secrecy. give feedback, prompts, questions, headcannons, checkups, anything!! we love everyone who comes into our askbox and activity.

here, smog did it, so, it's my turn!

here're the people in our circle 👀 all of you who don't like being tagged, tell me, 'cause it might happen again,,,

@corysmiles, @leetlezeetle, @aslitheryprinx, @goosedawn/@goosenoms, @giant-tiny-squid, @pixiethesizeshifter, @arc852, @baka-monarch, @chequered-career, @cyncerity, @a-xyz-s, @bittydragon, @plant-gt-thought-box, @wendy130, @sprite-addicted-artist, @melissa-s23, @colossal-red, @splatsys-shenanigans, @leaf-stars, @data-expunged-0, @orchid-harmony, @sheena-yuet, @sneky-snak, @beckyu, @x-pair-o-dice-x, @apersonstories, @kayla-crazy-stuffs @smog-frog-0

SORRY THAT LITERALLY IS SUCH A LONG LIST BUT LOOK AT OUR COMMUNITY! I'M SURE I MISSED A LOT, BUT HERE'S A LOT OF PEOPLE IN MY FOLLOWING!! DSHGDS

And I'm not tagging them for clout, but because these people are fuckin' awesome and deserve a loooot of love on their work, everything they do is lovely, and they should be much more known! Anyone who see's this, please go to their blogs and give them love! their fics are awesome >:D