Warden

Warden

Chapter 1

Dream reference

So like, Warden hybrid Dream stuff. We need more of it, both here and on ao3, and after finding out that the concept existed a couple months back, I went on a search to read any and all fics about it. There were only like 23 : (

Very sad, yes, but I had a splurge of inspiration and began to write this! So, those of you who enjoy warden!Dream, come get y'all Juice!

Also, this is gonna have multiple chapters n'stuff.

Ah! I forgot! Thank you to @da3dm for proofreading!!

(Btw, qué la chingada means what the fuck)

Chapter Two (Pending)

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Description of transformation, Violence, Blood, Mentions of torture, Mention of injury, ect.

His mask broke with a bone-chilling crack, and with it shattered his last secret, his last hope of surviving. The enchantments laced into the cool white porcelain that kept it firmly stuck to his face fractured, revealing, pale, milky green eyes, his scarred, fear-scrunched nose, his bared lips that barely covered long, sharp teeth, and most terrifying of all, the enchantment that suppressed all of his hybrid features vanished.

Cold terror washed through Dream when he felt the masking enchantments fade, felt the scraping, creaking sensations as his antlers regrew, as his ears sprung out, as all of his hybrid features materialized back onto his body.

His chest cracked and fissured as it split, followed by a repeated crunching when his ribs broke and poked out in a spiky cage protecting his organs. Dream's booming-drum heartbeat filled the tiny space of the cell, pounding through every other little scuff and scrape of fabric against obsidian and echoing firmly in his newly-sensitive eardrums.

His long, thin, tufted tail tore through his suddenly too-short pants and slithered out behind him, immediately curling fearfully around his lengthening, thickening legs. His arms stretched longer, sticking out from the already torn sleeves of his prison uniform, while his hands grew bigger and gained vicious-looking claws on the end of each of his fingers. The seams of his shirt strained, and a few even popped, when his shoulders broadened and his torso thickened, stretching the thick fabric to the max.

He even grew a full two feet taller, now towering an entire head over Quackity, even as he was on his knees.

"Oh, Christ!" Quackity recoiled, yanking his arms away from Dream's shifting body. Horror and disgust was smeared all over his face, and his shark-like teeth were bared defensively.

"¡¿Qué la chingada?!” The avian stepped back a few paces, eyes wide as he stared at Dream’s true form. He sputtered, obvious shock coloring his tone. “What the–wha–Are you a fucking warden?”

The avian's eyes danced sickeningly over Dream's body, obviously not needing an answer from the prisoner.

A slick smile slowly spread across his torturer’s face, like hot lava spreading over the ground, as obvious thoughts and ideas started to pool in his head. Quackity stepped closer, fingers twitching as he stared at the trembling figure of his victim. His gaze suddenly latched onto Dream's dull eyes, and a frown creased his brow.

"Wait," Quackity yanked the hybrid's head down with a hand on his chin, peering sharply at Dream's face. Dream forced his eyes to go vacant, hoping, no, praying, that Quackity hadn't seen him actually seeing.

"Are you actually blind?" The avian questioned incredulously. He jerked Dream's head closer, inspecting the cloudy orbs in Dream's eye sockets. "Like, actually, like a full warden?"

Dream managed a choked whine, panic and gut-wrenching fear twisting his throat until it felt like he was being strangled. 

"Answer me when I speak to you, Dream." His torture's tone turned his blood to ice, and he had to stop himself from shuddering.

"Y-y-ye-es," he finally managed to stutter out. Terror was clogging his throat, clogging his airways, and he could barely breathe. Dream was vaguely certain that he was going to pass out.

"Yes, what, Dream?" Quackity curled a hand around one of Dream's thick antlers and yanked, painfully wrenching Dream's head at an awkward angle. 

Dream yelped, stuttering out a weak "y-yes, Sir," and God, he hated it, hated being so easy to bend, hated being so submissive, but it had been beaten into him, and he didn’t think he’d ever get the opportunity to even try to recover from breaking and try being himself ever again.

Of course, Dream wasn't actually blind, like his fully blooded cousins. His eyes were just naturally dull and cloudy.

But…he'd been threatened with being blinded before, before he got the hiding enchantments on his mask, because he was half-warden and his tormentors thought it would be funny. Ironic. He'd gotten out of that situation unscathed, but…here, with Quackity? There was no getting out, here. Quackity could blind Dream, if he wanted. There was no one to stop him. Hell, now he might just gouge Dream's eyes out, just because he thought Dream was blind and didn't need them. Dream hoped and prayed that it wouldn't come to that. Hoped Quackity wouldn't think of that.

"How the hell have you been doing all the shit you've done, then? If you’re fucking blind?" His torturer hissed suspiciously, using the hold he had on Dream’s antler to tug him closer. Dream suppressed a whimper, and, shockingly, an irritated growl. Where the hell had that come from?

"E-echolocation. Hearing. Sm-smell." Dream blurted out the first possibilities that came to his mind, desperate to sell his newest bid for just a tiny, tiny chance of hope that Quackity would believe him.

"You've been smelling us?!" Quackity exclaimed incredulously. His grip slid from the antler, releasing Dream from the painfully awkward angle. "That's fucking creepy!" He took the bait, blindly believing Dream's lie. 

The avian's nose wrinkled, but he moved on all the same, eyes roving over Dream's antlers and ears, then moving down to his chest, where a soft teal glow was filtering through the overly stretched material of his shirt. The avian's hand moved to pluck at one of the wooden buttons, all of which were straining to keep both sides of the fabric together. Dream flinched.

Quackity dragged his fingers down the front of his bright orange shirt and tugged at it. Dream's heart sped up, the harsh sound echoing heavily around the small space of the obsidian cell. Quackity heard his pounding heart and almost seemed to brighten, a horrible shine lighting up his single working eye.

With a horrible tearing sound, the front of Dream’s shirt was ripped open, taking away the last of the hybrid’s weak protection against his torturer. Panic overtook Dream, and he scrambled back, as far as he could until his spine was pressed against the wall, but it was no use. Quackity followed determinedly after him, a wicked, overeager smile curling over his scarred lips as his eyes danced over Dream’s exposed chest.

The avian ran his fingers down his exposed ribs, fingernails scraping sickeningly against the bare bones as he seemed to admire Dream’s unprotected insides. Dream could see the cold glint of greed in Quackity’s eyes, and it truly scared him. 

Wardens were hard to kill, and that made their drops valuable. It made their antlers, their claws, their hearts, even their teeth, any little bits of their body that people could get their hands on, incredibly sought after. That meant–that probably meant that Dream, in Quackity’s eyes, was now nothing more than possible revenue. So, damn right Dream was scared. He had just been reduced from 'plaything' to 'merchandise.'

A cold finger prodded at one of his lungs, eliciting a sharp, choked yelp out of Dream from the almost jolting sensation against his delicate flesh. Another sharp jolt, more poking fingers, and then Quackity sucked in an awed gasp.

“Holy shit,” Quackity murmured, hooking a finger around one of Dream’s ribs and tugging at it. Dream leaned forward obediently despite his terror, silently cursing himself for the mindless action. His torturer’s next words almost had him suffocating, the weight of his own fear almost too much for him to even breathe. “Is that–That’s your heart,” Quackity breathed, as if Dream didn’t know his own body. "Like, actually your heart." The glow of his pulsing heart bathed his torture's face in a sickening teal light. The color was usually beautiful, comforting even, to Dream, but now it was twisted horribly, pulling ugly shadows on Quackity's scarred, eager face and clashing horribly with the light the wall of lava caging them in provided. 

Dream whimpered, flattening his ears and turning his head away as Quackity's hand inched nearer and nearer to his most important organ, the thing that fucking kept him alive. His heartbeat, already unhealthily fast, sped up to the point of pain. The booming, staccato thud seemed to drown out every other sound in the cell, and it was the only thing that Dream could hear. 

When Quackity’s fingers finally brushed against the frantically throbbing muscle, something in Dream reared its head up from some recently-buried part of his mind. Something dark, feral, and Wild. 

A heavy, twisted growl poured out of his throat, and suddenly, he was gripping his torturer’s wrist with a fist of thick, heavily armored claws so harshly that Dream could hear the man’s bones crack.

Quackity shrieked, both in pain and indignation, and then there was a netherite sword being swung at Dream’s skull. Dream tilted his head and let the deadly blade sink into his antler with a sharp tunk! His furious growl built up louder, and he used Quackity’s arm to brace himself as he pushed himself to his feet. There was an audible snap of bones, and Quackity’s screamed curse rivaled the volume of Dream's own feral vocalizations. Dream stretched up to his full height and was forced to hunch, suddenly too tall for the small cell when his antlers and shoulders scraped against the ceiling. The netherite sword was torn from Quackity’s grasp when he stood, too firmly lodged in Dream’s antler for it to be easily ripped free.

Quackity, meanwhile, was screaming into the ceiling for Sam to “Get him the fuck out of here!” and had pulled out a shield with his uninjured left hand.

Dream’s grasp on Quackity’s arm slipped off when the warden hybrid reached up to tear the sword from his antler, and it was thrown to the side with a metallic clatter. His torturer was backing away with the shield raised, eyes widened comically as they followed the path of his sword.

Suddenly, Dream pounced, diving towards the avian like a large, enraged bear. His clawed hands crashed through the avian’s shield, the brute power driving the blow crushing the rectangle of wood like a mallet to a block of butter and continuing to cleave a nasty series of deep gashes across the man’s side and stomach. Quackity had managed to turn, just in time, to avoid the potentially fatal blow, but was not fast enough to dodge it completely.

The thick scent of blood filled the cell, mixing in with the burning stench of molten rock and the lingering, heady smell of healing potions from the past sessions the avian had held with Dream. Quackity cursed again and stumbled away, shaking off the splintered remains of his shield and backing up to the bright, blinding orange of the lava wall.

“Go to the corner!” Sam shouted through the intercom, confusion audible in his voice. “What the hell’s going on in there?” Quackity didn’t deign to answer, seeing as their huge, furious, half-warden prisoner was currently attempting to eviscerate him.

Dream was too lost in his panic-driven instincts to rely much on thought and logic, so when he lunged towards Quackity with a bloodcurdling roar and outstretched hands, he didn’t think much of it when the avian dove underneath him and scrambled to the shallow pool of water in the back corner of the cell.

Dream’s hands dipped into the lava, to no effect other than a warm, almost burning heat surrounding his fingers, but he paid it no mind. He spun around, splatters of burning lava flying from his hands, and latched his focus back onto Quackity. The man was pressed into the corner, standing in the shallow pool of water meant for respawning in. 

The avian's thin chest heaved, and his unbroken hand was clutching at the wall behind him. He had nothing to defend himself with, a fact that made something inside Dream coil with pleasure.

His torturer had nowhere to go.

Dream lunged, and Quackity disappeared in a rain of potions and shattering glass. Dream smashed against the wall with an earth-shaking screech, deadly claws raking chips in the rough obsidian blocks. His assailant, his prey, had escaped. A displeased snarl had him baring long, razor sharp fangs, and his tail thrashed angrily behind him.

His inexplicable fury died out suddenly, leaving Dream feeling weak and strangely empty. He slid down to the ground, body shaking, and curled over his legs with a whimper.

What had just happened? What had he just done? Oh God, Quackity was going to kill him for real now.

Dream wanted to throw up.

He was so fucked.

Winter Soldier au

- Zero poof reading hell yas -

Recently I just re-watched the winter soldier movie. I really like Bucky so damn much so I just popped out an idea. What if the winter soldier has the ability to size-shift too uwu.

And in this au, I wanted Dweam to be the winter soldier. George and Sapnap are a super soldier. But I don’t want both of them have the same ability as Captian America has. So I decided to give them some super powa— haha

So here is my DWEAM, three of them joined the military. And Dream was separated during a fight on the train ( which is where the scene Bucky fell off the train). After that the Hydra captured and tortured him. They also brainwashed and turned him to a winter soldier.

Anddd about gogy and sapnap, both of them became a super soldier after Dream was captured. They received some super power like control the gravity ? ( Basically gogy can lifts up everything) and sapnap is a fire boy. Also, George doesn’t not have blue eyes if he doesn’t use his powa.

These drawings took me days to complete it hahaha (pAiN) BUT ! There’s few more scenes I really want to redraw! Let’s see how determined I am to draw them all xD

I wasn’t planned to draw the character setting thingy. But I just can’t help myself hahah!

I really need to come here more often- anyway uh yeah redraw of one panel from the comic I made.. a year ago?... I think?- somewhere around that.

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Yarstar

Eclipse It might be a bit confusing because it was rushed. I wanted to end it and post it while I was still motivated. It's sort of my

This one to be exact!

Had some fun and cries but it's dooone and decided it's the right thing to post it since I posted the comic here :D

Enjoy!

Can you pleasee draw Giant!Dream but he's a child playing with Human George and Sapnap(all of them are kids)

Can they be in the forest aswell :0

(Ik ur probably busy so it's ok if u didn't)

Ah finally answering some of my inbox messages *phew

So here it is ~ a drawing during my flight back to my hometown. But I only remember the request of drawing three of them😂 I forgot about the forest lol ( sorry

Golden Hour

Promt: character A is a borrower who got some tech/phone and talks to character B. B is the human they live with. A becomes friends with the human of the house by talking online. A loves their friends but can’t ever let themselves be caught or seen by B. Till they get hurt and have to ask B for help.

You can choose the characters :3

Ma! I love this prompt!!! I might have to send you one of mine now because I love your work! ^-^ When I was planning this out, funny thing, I was listening to "The Secret World of Arrietty" soundtrack. That movie kinda sparked my interest in g/t stuff, so it felt nice to write this! I hope this was just what you wanted!

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, mentions of fatal vore, cuss words. Don't like, I suggest you don't read ^-^

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Online Friends, Real Life Rescues

Sapnap was sitting at his desk, playing a game and laughing as his friend made a joke. Sapnap was a borrower, a tiny human living in the walls of a giant's house. However, it wasn't any giant's house. The giant he was living with was a friend of his...Well, more of an online friend than in person.

There's a code all borrowers followed, and Sapnap was one of the mere hundreds of borrowers who knew this code: Never, ever talk to or be seen by a giant. He didn't know what was so wrong with being seen by a human, but eventually, he learned hands-on what happens to borrowers when they interact with humans.

About a month ago, Sapnap was hanging out with some borrowers about two houses next to him. The borrowers he hung out with were always playing dangerous and being risky any chance they could. As much as Sapnap loved to be a bit reckless too, he would also be concerned about the number of times his friends were almost seen by the giants. And one day, what he feared finally happened.

3 weeks ago, Sapnap was invited over to his friend's his for a game of sorts. Sapnap didn't know what the game was gonna be about, but he was more than happy to join his friends. When he got to the house, he searched for his friend, but to his surprise, he couldn't find them. Maybe the game was hide and seek? Sapnap highly doubted it, and there was no way he could search the entire house in one night.

As Sapnap walked past one of the holes that overlooked the kitchen, he frooze. He went back to the hole and saw one of the humans sitting at the table, and in their hands were his friends. He at first was curious. Maybe the human wasn't gonna harm them? But he was instantly proven wrong as the giant shoved his friends into their mouth, swallowing them quickly without remorse. Sapnap choked out a horrified gasp and stumbled backward. He couldn't believe what he just saw!

Sapnap wasted no time and ran home, being quick to tell his parents of what he just witnessed. He finally understood why giants were dangerous...They could easily kill borrowers whenever they pleased. He couldn't control it, or prevent it, he was absolutely helpless.

The next few weeks, Sapnap spent most of his time building up a computer for himself using an old phone he found, as well as some wires hidden in the walls. He also studied the giant he was living with. From what he could tell, they very much disliked showing their face. They also seemed to be a big gamer, and this sparked curiosity inside the borrower.

Sapnap slowly began to trust the human, seeing as they one, hadn't noticed him yet. And two, were nice to the people beyond the screen.

Sapnap had finally built up his computer and began to discover the online world, the more he searched, the more he was fascinated. Soon, he had found the channel. The channel owned by the human he was living with. They went by the name Dream...Sapnap liked that name. It made a smile come to his face whenever he said the giant's name, and he didn't know why. He reached out to the human online and asked to Minecraft challenge with him, and to his surprise, the giant happily excepted his offer.

And here he was, playing with an online friend that was a giant and who was extremely nice to him. Maybe he was wrong about all giants being monsters. Maybe there were some gentle giants in the bunch.

"Hey, Sapnap, you there?" Dream's voice echoed in Sapnap's ears, snapping his focus back to the game and call he was currently in. He must've been spacing out again...

"Y-yeah! Sorry man, I was just thinking about something and I guessed I spaced out." Sapnap chuckled, causing Dream to wheeze like a tea kettle over a burner.

For the next few hours, the two played their game. Shouting, laughing, and cheering as they played. Eventually, nighttime fell upon the boys and Sapnap had grown tired.

"Hey man, I'm extremely tired. Should we can it a night?" Sapnap asked, soon hearing Dream chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm tired too, let's call it a night."

The two said their goodnights and closed out of the call for the night. The borrower leaned into his chair, a smile planted on his face as he stretched his arms out and yawned.

Sapnap pulled himself out of his chair and made his way to his room, which he had set up right near his friend's bedroom. He looked through the small hole he made that overlooked the Blonde's room and noticed Dream chuckling as he sat on his bed.

Sapnap shared his own chuckles as Dream began to wheeze like a tea kettle again. He turned and climbed into bed, still smiling as he laid his head down and closed his eyes.

The next morning came, and Sapnap awoke to the sound of Dream talking and tapping from a keyboard.

He lifted himself up from his bed and yawned before turning his focus to the hole. He stumbled out of bed and saw his good friend, Dream, was up and already active on his games.

Sapnap walked away from the hole, slipped on his backpack, and decided to go grab some food from the kitchen. He was starving after all, and with Dream busy, he wouldn't be seen.

Upon passing through the hole that lead into the kitchen, he took a moment to look around the huge, intimidating room that stood before him. He had only done this twice, yet each time he was nervous and shaking right down to the bone.

As the borrower began to look for some food, his body froze when he heard a low, loud growl from behind him.

To terrified to turn around, he instead sprinted back to the hole in which he entered from, but his pathway of escape was cut off with a large paw slamming down right in front of him. Sapnap skidded to a halt and slipped backwards, his back hitting the hard, tile counter.

He opened his eyes to be met with a large cat staring down at him, almost as if it was sizing him up to be eaten. Sapnap screamed for his life, quickly getting up to his feet and running behind some glass cups. The cat was quick to chase him, and in the process, it knocked one of the glasses off the counter while trying to grab the borrower.

Dream lifted his head hearing a glass shatter in the kitchen. He was confused, what knocked it over? Dream took his headphones off and left his bedroom.

Upon entering the kitchen, he was met with a shattered glass on the floor and his cat, Patches, trying to grab something.

"Patches! No! Bad cat! What are you doing?!" Dream snapped, causing the cat to quickly bail from its little hunt and book it out of the kitchen. Dream groaned, clearly annoyed at the mess the cat made. Before he could start picking up the shards, he heard sobbing...Quiet sobbing from behind the glasses his cat was just in front of...

Dream grew curious and slowly approached the glasses. As he slowly moved them away, his eyes widen at the sight he was seeing.

There, huddled close to the wall, sobbing uncontrollably...Was a borrower. Dream gasped seeing them. He had heard about borrowers, or tiny humans that live in the homes of people, but never had he imagined he'd actually see on before!

Sapnap had been scratched by the cat, and it was badddd. A large cut trailed up his leg starting near his foot. He began to cry, because boy did it fucking hurt. He didn't want to move, he was too afraid to as the cat tried to grab him. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed in the kitchen, and the cat scrambled away in a hurry. He kept his eyes shut however, for he was to afraid as to what was going on.

Soon, the sound of glass being moved away made Sapnap huddle close to the wall, his eyes glued shut, not daring to open them.

Dream reached his hand toward the borrower before pausing. They were hurt. Dammit, Patches had gotten them already.

"Hey." Dream said softly, the borrower flinched a little at the sudden voice.

"Hey, it's ok, I'm here to help." Dream spoke, his words soft as silk.

The borrower slowly opened their eyes and look toward Dream before gasping and backing up. They didn't get very far, as they instantly yelped in pain and fell.

"Woah! E-Easy there, I just want to help." Dream explain, trying to hold back asking questions.

Sapnap had fliched at the sudden loud voice above him, and he couldn't help but slowly open his eyes. He instantly regret it as he looked up, only to be met with a giant staring down at him. He yelped out of fear and panic while trying to pull himself away, but it was proven futile as he cried out in pain and fell down, his leg throbbing in pain.

"Please don't kill me!" Sapnap begged, keeping his hands in front of his face. When nothing happened, he pulled his hands away and looked to the giant, who had a look of worry and concern all over them.

"K-Kill you? I would never!" Dream spat out before composing himself.

"I just want to help you is all."

Sapnap didn't know if he wanted to trust this giant. A part of him was screaming to run away, just run and stay safe...But the other half of him was telling him something different. This was his friend, someone who had been so nice and caring to him in the online world...Now was his friend's chance to prove he was that same way in the real world.

"You promise you won't hurt me?" Sapnap asked, receiving a nod from the giant as an answer.

Dream gently scooped the borrower up into his hands and made his way back to his room. Though...He found it funny. This borrower almost sounded like his online friend.

End of Part 1

(hehehehe, I'm evil)

You might've seen it on discord when I sent it there but how about:

Prompt idea—

A borrower, caught by the magical homeowner they've been stealing from for years, is given a fitting punishment by the vexed mage—having their small stature shrunken down even further, leaving them with no choice but to steal from other borrowers, who are now 'giants' to them. (Noms are optional but I love em and think that would be cool to add in somehow if you wanted)

I so badly wanna see this written

WOO SPEEDRUN TIME

Tw for accidental fearplay, please tell me if I missed something

“George… What are you doing.” George turned around, spotting his friend approaching him. “I thought it would be funny to get a worm and let it loose in the bean’s house. You know, it could eat their whole house.” Sapnap laughed. “Look, the worm could demolish our home, but the womr is practically nothing compared to the bean’s house. It wouldn’t do much aside from making parts of the floor slippery.” George sighed, and set the worm down. “I was going to call him Bob the destroyer.” “George, your name work needs help.” Sapnap patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, we’ll think of something later.” George nodded sadly. He and Sapnap walked defeated back to their hole to go back inside. “Out of anything we could get home, what would you want?” George asked out of curiosity. “Good question.” Sapnap spoke, thinking as they traveled the long trek back down the hallway. “Oh, I know. I went borrowing once, and there was this weird blocky brown thing. I was curious about it, so I touched it. It got on me, and I licked it-” “Ew, why would you lick it!” George asked, pushing the shorter. “Okay, hang with me, I was a kid. Anyways, I licked it, and the taste was almost heavenly. So sweet and yummy. I had to bring it back, so I did, and it took me quite a while to eat it too. One of the old beans was sad about it though, calling it ‘chocolate’. I would love to have it again, and I’d definitely let you have some.” “Yeah, that’s only if you don’t eat it first.” Sapnap gasped playfully. “Betrayed by my own best friend. Stabbed through the heart.” He made dramatic movements with his arms, and George laughed, pulling him forward into their home. “Yeah, whatever drama queen.”

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‘Sapnap still likes chocolate, right?’ George asked himself as he approached the hole in the wall. It had been a few months since he last asked Sapnap about it. He had been scouting the area for a while, and had watched the bean come out and set something on the counter. It was wrapped in a shiny material, although the contents inside were a light brown. George continued watching the movements of the bean, who turned away for a moment. “F***, I’m going to need to get more chocolate soon. There’s almost nothing left.” Chocolate! The bean called it chocolate! He needed to get it for Sapnap. George needed to pay his friend back for everything he’d done! He frowned as he struggled to push the piece of drywall aside. He wasn’t the most fit borrower, no. That was definitely Sapnap. But today, Sapnap was out doing whatever he does when he goes outside, so George was taking the opportunity to grab the sweet. He peaked around the edge, looking for any sign of the bean that lived there. The bean could do something with his hands, making them glow or something. George had been the unfortunate one to see all this, on a trip out to get more water. He didn’t let Sapnap go out unless he knew for sure that the bean wouldn’t spot them.

George didn’t see the bean, so he sucked in a deep breath and ran. There was a chocolate left out on the counter, and while it was suspicious, the bean wasn’t around. He practically jumped on the chocolate, grabbing it and lifting it upwards. He started running again, so that maybe the bean wouldn’t catch him. Oh, how he regretted his decisions. Something loud and clear was slammed down on top of him. He cringed at the noise, and panicked as he hit and bounced off of an invisible wall. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” George gasped, staring up at the bean in fear. He curled up slightly, laying against the cool, clear wall of the cup. “Stealing my chocolate, hm? That won’t do.” The cup was lifted and the sweet was ripped out of his hands. The glass returned, albeit softer this time. “What would you even do with it? Too much sugar is bad for you.” At this point, the bean could have a full one sided conversation, because there was no way in h*** that George was going to speak. “Whatever, don’t answer. That’s fine. But this can’t go without punishment.” George wanted to cry, the bean was so scary. Why couldn’t he have taken the hint and stayed at base instead of getting that stupid chocolate. “You did steal my favorite chocolate after all.” He wanted to run, to free himself, but he had nothing. He couldn’t do anything with the bean holding the cup down. “Oh, how about this, this’ll be fun.” The bean’s face morphed into a cruel smile, as they brought up a singular glowing finger. S***.

The cup was tilted, pushing George forward and failing to give him an escape route. The bean’s finger covered his face, pressing down gently. “Boop.” The bean teased, and suddenly the world morphed. Everything was so much bigger than before, and he had to be barely bigger than the bean’s massive fingernail. “There, I think that’s fitting. Just try to take things now.” The bean’s smile somehow became crueler, and he panicked. He slipped under the cup’s open rim and ran. It took him longer to get to the opening in the wall than normal, “Wait, no! Don’t leave!” The bean shouted, but George kept running. He was running faster now, not questioning why the bean wasn’t trying to catch him. He escaped into the hole, escaping behind the edge and stopping to catch his breath. He panicked as he saw the bean’s fingers, slowly tracing through the opening, trying to find him. “Where did you go, please come back, you could get hurt!” Why did the bean choose to be nice now? The bean’s fingertips brushed against his whole body and he ran. “No, stop!” He crawled up the now giant make-shift ladder, using the grain of the wood as hand-holds. Guess he’d have to live off of what Sapnap could bring in.

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George was absolutely terrified to try and talk to Sapnap. Sure, Sapnap was his friend, but he didn’t trust him. He was strong but clumsy. And that definitely wasn’t good for him. It had been a few days since George had been shrunk, and Sapnap was terribly discouraged. He was almost in tears yesterday when he hadn’t seen George return for a few days, worried about the borrower having either abandoned him or gotten killed by the bean. George would just sneak in when Sapnap went out borrowing or at night as the borrower slept, so he could get food and water. He took almost nothing else, it’s not like he could lift anything up. But today, he had gotten trapped in the food lid. The food lid was a lid Sapnap had taken the day George joined him as a way to keep their food off the ground. Today, George had gotten excited, trying to reach something in the now massive lid by climbing up the sides. His hands slipped, not only missing the food, but also causing him to fall in and get trapped in the bottom. This was really, really bad. He couldn’t find any purchase on the smooth insides of the lid, so now he was stuck until Sapnap went to eat. He pulled off a bit of the cracker he had been trying to nab before, and started eating it. May as well.

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A bit of time passed, and finally, George felt thunderous footsteps behind him. “Is this where you saw him last?” Came a new voice, albeit soft and gentle. George didn’t even feel them come in. “Yeah. Didn’t leave any indication of where he went, hasn’t come back for like, four days now.” And that was Sapnap, the same lovable idiot he knew. “Hate to break it to you Sap, but the reality may just be that he was killed by the bean. I can stay with you for a few days if that helps you feel better.” The new voice spoke. “It’s fine Karl, I’ll keep looking. Thanks though.” Softer footsteps left after a few moments, and Sapnap moved towards the lid. He moved towards the lid. F***! He looked around for some way to hide, but found nothing as a large shadow covered him. “What the f***?” Sapnap’s booming voice called out. George just stared up in fear, this was the second time this had happened. Sapnap reached down, and George couldn’t move. It wasn’t magic, no it was George himself. Sapnap’s rough hand wrapped around his miniature form, and lifted him up. This was new, and this was a reason to panic. He couldn’t stop trembling, tears creeping onto his face. He suddenly had a view of Sapnap’s entire eye, and he cried. He sobbed, cried all the tears he’s held in across the many years in his life. Fingers brushed his head and his back gently in a calming fashion. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” George couldn’t calm down, the tears just wouldn’t stop. The grip holding him was released, and he relaxed, his tears slowly coming to a stop. Sapnap continued running his hand up and down his fragile form. “It’ll be okay George, I’d never hurt you.” George finally took a breath, calming himself. “See, it’s okay. You want to tell me what happened?”

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“Hey!” Dream turned around from his place on the couch to face the voice. There, standing on the counter, was another tiny human. He sighed and stood up, walking towards the tiny. “What?” He spoke. The little person faltered a little, before quickly collecting themself. They were pretty brave, he would give them that. “You did something to my friend, and I want you to fix him!” Dream paused for a second, thinking. “Your friend.” The tiny held out their hand, and Dream gasped. It was the chocolate thief. “We meet again.” Dream smirked. “Fix him.” “Why should I? He stole my chocolate.” The tiny looked at the thief, and then back at him. “Look, I don’t know why he did it, but maybe he was curious about what it tasted like. He’s never had chocolate, so please forgive him.” Dream nodded. “Alright, I’ll forgive him. On one condition. I get your names.” Yeah, maybe his whole reasoning for shrinking the tiny was that he wanted a friend. He was lonely, and no one wanted to hang around someone who used magic. He had hoped that the thief wouldn’t have run away, but when he did, Dream didn’t want to risk hurting them so he didn’t dare try and catch them. “What-why.” “Well, maybe I just want friends.” “Fine, I’m Sapnap, and this is George.” He smiled. “I’m Dream.” His finger glowed, and he booped George gently on the face. He smiled as George began to grow, and Sapnap set him on the ground. Once George got to his full height, Dream closed the gap, and pressed his nose to the tinies forehead. “You’re kinda cute.” He smiled, lifting his face away, only for his hands to follow suit and lift up the two tinies. “Well, it looks like we’re friends now, so let’s have some fun.” Dream spoke, taking the two to his room. He was going to show them everything they probably don’t know about!