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Giant Dream is Scared of Humans Sapnap and George

Hey! This is a little story thing based on this post by @giant-tiny-squid! 

I thought that it was a super interesting concept and I wrote a little more than I probably should have haha! Anyway here it is!

Warnings for: fear and swearing (I think that this is it, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count  ~1700 words

When Sapnap and George had set out to visit the Badlands on the other side of the forest, it had been a nice and sunny day. They’d been laughing and cutting up with each other, banter passing easily as they walked along the forest. Sunlight danced through the leaves and provided a pleasant atmosphere as they travelled. But about a fourth of the way through the forest, they could see dark storm clouds gathering in the sky at an alarming pace. They decided to pick up their own pace as well, hoping they would make it through the forest or that the rain would simply pass them so they could make it through the forest safely. Like most things regarding these two, it didn’t go their way. “Holy shit!” George let out a startled exclamation as boom reverberated to the forest, loud and quick to follow the flash that preceded it. Sapnap let out a sharp laugh, nudging George’s shoulder. The armor they wore made a clinking sound as it connected. “Awwww, is Georgie scared of a little thunder?” “Shut up,” George’s cheeks turned a bit red as he shouldered Sapnap back, “let’s just keep moving and try to find some shelter.” A few moments later, it started to pour down heavy rain, and they were soaked. The both of them room out their weapons as mobs began to spawn, George with a sword and Sapnap with an axe. It wasn’t long before they spotted a cave ahead and made their way to it, trying to shake off the water that dripped from them. “That was crazy! That came out of nowhere, like, holy muffins.” “You’re starting to sound like Bad.” Sapnap chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes. “And seriously? You wanna talk about the weather of all things?” “What else would we even talk about? This dark cave?” George retorted. “Well, if you want to talk about the weather, I guess I could just make fun of you for your fear of thunder.” “What? No, it just caught me off guard.” “Sure,” Sapnap dragged it out with a smirk, not noticing how George went stiff. “I mean, seriously—“ “Sapnap, I—“ “No George, seriously, thunder? I mean I get if it was—“ “Sap—“ “Why do you keep trying to interrupt me? You know—“ “SAPNAP!” His voice echoed around the cave and Sapnap fell silent, finally following George’s gaze further into the cave. Right where they could see the silhouette of a giant. They couldn’t see much, just barely able to make out that it was likely male. Their attention was taken up by what little of him they could make out. But even then, they couldn’t see much other than a white smiling mask that covered a good bit of his face. There was a beat where no one moved, simply staring at each other, everyone in the cave tense. Anxiety pooled in the humans’ guts, intimidated by the being that could easily overpower the two hunters. And then lightning flashed, and oh. Oh. He was massive. And he was moving. As soon as there was any sign of movement from the giant, the humans let out a startled shout, Sapnap moved protectively in front of George, raising his axe defensively. But to their shock, the giant had moved further away from them. Not that there was much further he could go anyway from them; the cave itself wasn’t insanely large to begin with. The humans were stock-still, feeling confused as hell. Wasn’t the giant upset that they were in his cave, or whatever? Instead, as they examined the massive being not too far across the cave from them, George was first to notice how wide the green eye, which was just barely visible to them behind that smiling mask, was. The giant was... scared? But why, he was so much bigger and could easily defeat anything, so why...? Another flash of lightning was followed by a crash of thunder, which was then followed by a whine from the giant. George’s eyes softened. He must be scared of thunder. “Hey it’s okay, big guy.” He ignored the warning that Sapnap hissed under his breath as he stepped closer to the giant. His heart ached as the giant pressed himself further against the wall. “Thunder can be a bit scary sometimes. I know.” Sapnap, while George had though that the giant was scared of thunder, had connected the dots a bit better. He’d seen the way the giant eyed them and their weapons. And now that the giant was shying away from George of all people only further solidified that for him. Sapnap took a hesitant step forward to test his theory, the giant’s eyes snapping over to him at the movement. “Are you...” he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.  “Are you scared of us?” He was met with a whimper from the giant, and Sapnap shifted his grip on the axe as the giant moved slightly. “Don’t hurt me.” The giant pleaded, green eye wide and watery with fear. Fear of the humans. “Please leave.” Now, both humans were utterly confused, especially George. However, their thought processes were a bit different on the situation. George wanted to immediately reassure the giant that they weren’t going to hurt him and was hoping he could convince him to let them stay. He himself was wary of being there with the giant, but it didn’t seem like he meant them any harm. Besides, there wasn’t really anywhere they could go. With the storm and mobs outside, it wouldn’t be a smart move to leave the cave. Sapnap, on the other hand, was thinking about how they could use the giant’s fear to their advantage. They could have a guard for the night, maybe longer. And that would mean that George would be safe. Unfortunately for the giant, Sapnap spoke first. “We won’t.” He told the giant, watching closely as the being seemed to relax a bit. “If,” and just like that he was tense again “you let us stay here tonight and keep us safe. And take off the mask.” “I—uh. Yeah, for sure, uh, deal, deal.” The giant was quick to agree, licking his lips as the slipped the mask off of his face. This, he hesitated with quite a bit, but he seemed to accept defeat as he removed it, revealing a lightly freckled face with a few scars. “Sapnap,” George hiss under his breath, “what are you doing?” “Just trust me.” He returned with a small smirk, looking back up to the giant and clearing his throat. His voice was louder as he addressed the giant again. “Tell us about yourself.” “I, uh, of course!” And just like that, desperate words began to spill out of his mouth. “I’m Dream. There’s not much to say about me, really. I just live out here. Well, not here here, but, uh I got caught out in the storm. That’s about it.” Dream was met with silence and chewed on his lip anxiously. He continued to ramble on, breathing picking up a bit as one of the humans shifted closer. The one with the sword, his mind helpfully informed him. “A-and I’m alone now and I won’t bother you if you leave or just let me leave and-and I haven’t hurt anyone, I swear, and so you don’t need to kill me. Or tell anyone about me. Or-or send anyone to hunt me down, just please.” This eyes were wide, and earnest, and damn his face was just so expressive. It made guilt worm it’s way into the humans’ hearts. “Woah, hey, nobody’s hurting or killing anyone.” Dream’s eyes snapped to the one with the sword. The one with the accent. “Why would you think that? Is that why you’re...afraid of us?” George looked up at the giant with big eyes, following the giants a panicked gaze to his sword and then to Sapnap’s axe. Realization finally clicked and he tucked it away, urging Sapnap to do the same. “Wha—George!” He whined. “Sapnap,” George warned. “But, I really think that—“ “Sappitus. Nappitus.” He was met with a groan before the other finally out his axe away, raising his hands and walking a bit further away to sit on a rock, murmuring under his breath. “Don’t worry about him,” George offered a small smile up at the giant, heart warming a bit at the tentative smile he got in return. “He’s just really protective of his friends. But you’re not going to hurt us. Are you?” Dream quickly shook his head. “No, and, uh, if you let me leave—“ “No.” George backtracked at the look on the giant’s face, and he shivered as a gust of wind blew into the cave and chilled his still-soaked body. “No, no, I just mean that we should all stay. You were here first, but me and Sap wont be safe if we leave either. Maybe we can work something out? I’m George, by the way.” He ignored the way his heart hammered as Dream hesitantly leaned closer, or tried to anyway. He still took an instinctive step back, and he could see something akin to recognition flashed in those big green eyes. “You’re scared of me too.” Dream breathed, the warmth washing over George. It took everything in him not to back away from the giant more as the breath gently ruffled his hair. He gave a slow nod, waiting for the giant’s reaction.

Would he realize that he could simply get rid of them? But... no, Dream just offered a small smile to the human and a soft, considering hum. “Uh, obviously.” Sapnap had stood up from where he was sitting, watching the scene carefully. “You’re kind of huge, dude. That’s why I didn’t want to put my axe away.” The three of them dissolved into a conversation, hesitantly at first and then getting a bit more comfortable as they worked out the details of their time in the cave. They came to the decision that they’d all stay for the night and then part ways, and they’d light a fire to warm up the drenched humans. “Wait, wait,” Dream was saying, choking back laughter as he shifted a bit closer to the humans by the fire. They were comfortable enough around each other now, but he still moved slowly, cautiously. “You guys were bashing me for being afraid of humans, who could kill me if they tried, but Georgie here is scared of thunder?” “Exactly!” Sapnap’s grin was wide as he laughed. “And he wonders why I teased him for it.” “Shut up!” George groaned, rolling his eyes. “I’m not scared of thunder. And even if I was, like, it’s loud and lightning can hit you.” The three bickered for a bit before they fell asleep. And if the humans came back after the storm had cleared? Well, no one needed to know that, did they?

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And there it is! let me know what y’all thought, and feel free to send my asks if you want! my box is open :D

40 for the ask thing :D not sure if we're allowed to add more to it but id love it if it was the dteam. if not all good!

Yes, thank you for the prompt! Yeah, for these, you cant be as detailed or as minimal as you want; all I ask for is a pairing and a prompt number, which you gave me :] Thanks again for the prompt and I hope you enjoy! (I may have gone a bit overboard haha...)

I made this sort of a pet au, and this is going to a be a bit angsty at first, but then I'll add in some fluff :D I made Sapnap the giant in here because he definitely seems like the type to be overly enthusiastic and unaware of how the tinies were actually feeling.

Prompt list can be found here! Please send more in, I’d love to write some more :]]

Warnings for: Dehumanization, referring to a person as 'it,' treating people like pets, swearing, fear

Word Count ~ 1250

--------A Bit More Human--------

Sapnap shifted the tiny beings in his hands, leg bouncing in excitement as he observed them. He had bought them earlier that day. They were a new oddity that the world had recently discovered and he'd decided to buy both of them, seeing as it seemed to cause the other distress when he grabbed the one in blue.

"You guys are so cool!" His voice was loud, and he didn't notice how they flinched in his hands. His eyes darted to the one in a green cloak as it moved a bit. "Let me get you guys back in your cage real quick and I'll get something to play with you guys."

He walked briskly over to his cage and slid the two of them off into the cage, which was lined with the shredded material found in hamster cages. The beings pulled at their collars nervously as he grabbed the harnesses to attach the leash to.

He turned away to make sure the harness and leash were properly connected and looked back at the sound of a small click. He locked his gaze with the one in blue, who froze, its hands holding the green collar.

Without thinking, Sapnap shot his hand out, wrapping it around the one in blue and dragging it through the air to be closer to his eyes. He reached out his other hand to grab the collar out of its hand, but didn't make it that far.

"GEORGE!" The voice was full of fear and desperation.

Sapnap froze, lowering that other hand as he looked around in confusion. His gaze rested on the other tiny, in the cage. It looked pale all of a sudden, and it scrambled back as Sapnap leaned closer. It seemed to hesitate before it stiffly took a step closer.

"Please put him down. Don't hurt him." The voice pleaded and Sapnap's brain short-circuited, staring blankly at the tiny being. At the lack of response, the being's pleading grew more intense and desperate. "Please, it was my idea, I'll put it back on, just please don't hurt him."

Sapnap finally registered everything and was flooded with a sense of overwhelming guilt. He placed the one in blue back into the cage, pulling out his phone numbly. He dialed Bad, the other greeting him with a cheery tone.

"Bad, I fucked up."

"Hey, language!" His friend chastised, but then his mind must have caught up because it was followed by, "Oh, wait, what happened? Are you okay?"

"It's just, I got those new tiny things as pets, except apparently they're able to.. Uh, I don't know. They were skittish when I bought them, but..." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "I didn't know they were actually afraid of me..."

"Oh, Sapnap.." The voice on the other end was sympathetic. "Are they still in the room with you?"

"Yeah..." He glanced over at the two, noting how they were watching him intently. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Then talk with them," Bad encouraged, "and try to make this better, okay? Call me if you need anything, you muffinhead."

"Bad, what-" The call went silent and he lowered his phone, kneeling slowly in front of the cage. It was one where the lid came off, so he was still staring through the bars. He noticed how they were shifting constantly, the one in blue's hands on his collar.

They were people. Sapnap felt sick, wishing he'd noticed beforehand. He opened his mouth to speak, licking his lips as they suddenly felt dry.

"I, um.. You can take that off." He pushed away the extra guilt that come from the expression of disbelief on that tiny face. It looked so human and he couldn't believe he hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm really sorry, and, oh!"

The tinies jumped at the increase in volume, huddling closer as the other collar slipped off and cringing as Sapnap removed the front wall of the cage. He backed away a few steps.

"You don't have to forgive me," he began with, heart pounding, "but I'm really sorry I scared you. And like, bought you. And, uh, didn't treat you like people." Silence met him, and he cleared his throat slightly. "You don't have to stay here either, but I promise if you do, you won't be, like, pets or anything."

"Um," That was the one with the blue one, and Sapnap was shocked to hear a different accent then the other's. "You're going to let us go?"

Sapnap's heart felt heavier as he nodded. He knew that they didn't have to forgive him, but he'd hoped that they would anyway. But, regardless, he'd keep his word.

He was met with relieved smiles from both of them, and he offered a tense one in reply. The two stepped forward slowly, looking around and realizing that they were high up. Sapnap realized this too, and he reached for them without thinking.

He froze as he was met with startled yelping, quickly bringing his hand close to his body.

"Sorry! Sorry..." He felt humiliation and shame course through him and he felt his face redden. He just kept messing up. "I was just going to move you somewhere you could move easier, um," he slowly moved his hand to rest palm up near them, ignoring how they scrambled away, "does this work?"

The one in green looked up at him through eyes that seemed to be weighing their options. He whispered to the one in blue before they both nodded and stepped closer to his hand. He noted their hesitation and tried to hold as still as possible as they started to finally step on.

He was careful as he slowly brought the hand up to his chest, other hand hovering nearby in case something happened. He tensed a bit as he took a step and felt the two lean against his chest.

"Um, where do you guys wanna go?"

"The kitchen." The one in green said, glancing up at him and watching carefully. "Just like, on the counter or something."

Sapnap looked a bit surprised but he didn't comment on it, simply nodding and taking careful, steady steps toward the kitchen. Before long, they were there and h place his hand on the counter for them to get off.

"Wait, um, before you go," Sapnap said, feeling a bit guilty at the way they froze. He was quick to shake his head slightly as he continued, "I, um, it's nothing crazy, and I'm not going to bother you or anything after this, so you'll never have to deal with me if you don't want to, but could I at least know your names? I'm Sapnap."

A moment passed. Then another. The two on the counter exchanged a look and seemed to have a silent conversation before they responded.

"I'm Dream." The one in green said slowly, as if he was gauging Sapnap's reaction. When the latter simply gave a small nod and smile, he continued. "And he's George."

"Nice to meet you, uh, this way, I guess." Sapnap straightened himself, feeling oddly huge and out of place in front of them. He turned to leave, but was stopped by the accented voice-George.

"You won't try to catch us or anything?"

Sapnap glanced over his shoulder with an earnest half-smile. "Nope."

He ignored the feeling of warmth and hope he got in his chest when he heard "See you around then, Sapnap." and knew that he'd have a chance to make everything okay.

23 for the dteam? and thanks for answering my first prompt! it was really good :)

Thank you for sending in the prompt! <3 It makes me really happy that you've sent in several and wanted more :D I hope you enjoy!!

Prompts from here! (Currently closed to work on them :D)

Warnings for cursing, injuries, fear Word Count ~900

------The Dare------

Sapnap and George were chatting idly as they walked to a nearby town. The path was nothing special, just one that was created by so many people walking it so frequently. It was in an open field, which most people enjoyed because it meant that there was plenty of sunshine and no mobs could creep up on you.

These two just used it because they were used to it, and it was an easy path.

But today was a bit different, and Sapnap stopped suddenly, George bumping into his back. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when Sapnap suddenly turned to him, pushing his black hair out of his face and grinning mischievously at him.

“George,” he glanced over at the forest on the other side of the field and grabbed his arm, “George, that’s the forbidden forest they were talking about the other day.”

“…yes?” He had no idea where this was going.

“I dare you to go in.”

“What? No, you don’t even know what’s in there.”

“Come on, George, look,” Sapnap shook George’s arm slightly, eyes pleading, “what if we go together? It’ll be safer with the two of us. We can watch each other’s back!” Several moments of silence stretched and George seemed to still be a bit hesitant. “Please?”

“Fine,” He sighed and pulled his arm out of Sapnap’s loose grip and began walking toward the dark forest, “let’s go then.”

Sapnap let out an excited shout and George rolled his eyes, but it was fond. They’d been friends for a long time, after all. He was used to the raven-haired boy’s antics.

Before long, they had made it to the forest, and walked in. It looked…relatively normal, to be entirely honest. It just wasn’t very well-lit, which was maybe the biggest difference, but that was likely due to the thick canopy that the leaves formed high above their heads. They didn’t think much of it, and were starting to get bored of being there when Sapnap felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, crying out.

“Sapnap?” George, turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the arrow sticking out of his friend. Over his shoulder he could make out the pale skull of a skeleton as it loaded another shot. “Shit, come on, let’s go!”

He pulled his friend a bit and started making his way toward a clearing he could see up ahead, letting go of Sapnap for a moment to go and check up ahead. He heard a hissing sound and a startled shout from Sapnap before hearing a loud boom and being thrown across the clearing. His body ached and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he tried to sit up.

He felt dizzy and his vision darkened, which he attributed to his injuries, especially as his head began to throb. And then he heard a rumbling voice muttering something above him that sounded vaguely concerned before he lost consciousness.

Sapnap rushed forward as a giant suddenly came through the trees, kneeling by his friend and scooping him into his palm. “Hey!” He faltered as the giant turned to look at him, eyes wide and body shaking. He tried and failed to be intimidating, voice quavering and cracking: “What, um, what are you doing?”

The giant cocked its head, expression hidden behind a light wooden mask, a smile charred into it. It was eerie, and it put him even more on edge as the giant reached forward for him. He froze, sucking in a stuttering breath as a finger brushed against his back, flinching away with a hiss as it jostled the arrow still embedded in his shoulder. The hand retreated quickly, and the one holding an unconscious George was pulled close to its chest.

“I want to help you,” The giant was saying, and now that Sapnap was paying attention more, it sounded like he was actually being genuine. He focused on what he could, despite the pain in his shoulder and the surreal nature of the experience.

“Help?” Sapnap took a slow step forward, concern for his best friend driving him to be a bit more courageous even as his vision felt blurred and he began to feel nauseated. He swallowed and motioned vaguely toward the giant with the dull sword in his offhand. “Bullshit, just-“ he blinked hard a few times, his body feeling heavy, “just let me..”

And suddenly the feeling of gravity hit him all at once and he was falling, the sword slipping from his hands. He heard a soft exclamation of surprise and there was movement before he landed on something warm and leathery.

“I gotcha.” He vaguely registered that he was in the giant’s hand before he was being lifted, rolling with a groan to lay on the opposite side of his shot shoulder. Was the arrow poisoned? Or had he simply lost that much blood to feel like this?

“Do.. Do whatever you want with me.” He told the giant, panting and trying (and failing) to keep his eyes open more than a crack. “Just don’t hurt George. Please.”

The giant shushed him softly. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’m not going to hurt either one of you, I swear.”

And what else could Sapnap do but believe him? The world shifted as the giant stood and began walking and Sapnap felt unconsciousness claim him as the world passed by.

I absolutely love this 😭

Would Dreamxd have the anatomy to nom George? Or would they even know what eating is?

(Mild body horror warning; it’s a shapeshifter and can do whatever it wants with its appearance)

:O I haven’t actually really thought of that! I’d thought about something else which is sorta a nom but not really, but I hadn’t thought about actual noms.

XD can tuck things under its cloak and pull them out from under its cloak like an inventory, and it can do the same with people. It hasn’t really done this to George yet but it has done it to Dream. I’d consider it a psuedo-nom; technically not a nom, but it serves the same purpose.

Dream takes a hesitant step back, moving under the living “fabric” of XD’s cloak. It lets out a quiet hum and starts to lower the cloak, making him flinch. Then limbs curl around him, dragging him further under, and suddenly he’s floating in the void.

At least, that’s what it looks like. He’s surrounded by darkness and stars, but it feels like there’s something wrapped around him, holding him close and keeping him from drifting off. It’s almost like he’s bundled up in a blanket.

It’s chilly, and there’s the ominous feeling of being seen, and he can’t tell if that’s the outline of something in the distance or not, but it’s. . .actually not that bad. It feels almost comforting, to be so far away from everyone else.

Except he’s not alone, because he’s definitely being held, even if he can’t actually see it. He tries to call out a thank you to XD but can’t speak, so he just closes his eyes and lets his mind wander.

XD normally does not have the anatomy to actually nom anyone; it doesn’t usually have a mouth, and it doesn’t even fully understand the purpose of a mouth. But it can grow mouths if it wants to and it will start doing so. It would put things and people into the same space the cloak takes them unless it purposefully creates a new storage space, which it could but probably wouldn’t feel the need to.

It’s also just confused by human anatomy in general lol especially how fragile humans seem to be and how much trouble they have storing and carrying things. Their inventory is tiny compared to its, and they can’t carry living things like it can.

Hide! XD flies right up to George’s face; George opens his mouth to ask it to teleport away or something, and it nearly chokes him as it shrinks down a bit smaller and darts into his mouth. He sputters and spits it out, clamping his mouth shut when it tries to reenter. George! Let XD hide!

“Wha- you can’t hide in my mouth!” George blurts out, gently pushing it away. “Go somewhere else, or just teleport away!”

Want to stay with you! It circles him, poking his mouth with a limb. Open! Store XD! Let XD hide in your face-pocket!

“It’s a mouth.” George curls his fingers around it, guiding it to his actual pocket. “Not a pocket. I need to use it to talk, you can’t hide in it.”

Oh. XD quietly hums, then enters his pocket. You use it to store food, though?

“Eating, not storing. I’ll explain later.” George covers his pocket with a hand, encouraging it to sit still. “Hush. If Sam notices you he won’t let me into the prison, so just be quiet and go invisible or something.”

XD does frequently shapeshift, and whenever it learns about a new thing it will often try to mimic that thing. For example, when it first met Bad it experimented with having its eyes white instead of green, and when it learned more about hands it started to have hands instead of more tentacle-like limbs. So when it starts learning about mouths, it experiments with mouths, although it rarely puts them on its “face” because of the mask.

George adjusts his weight, sitting more comfortable in the palm of XD’s hand. It pokes him with a finger to make sure he’s not about to fall off before heading down into the giant ravine.

Before it can lower him to the ground, George blurts out a startled exclamation and twists around, pulling a bunch of blocks out of his inventory.

“Oh, wait, can you carry these?” He asks, holding them out. XD scoops them up in its other hand without question. “I need to keep some room in my bag for new stuff. Thanks!”

It curls its fingers around the stuff, and then suddenly an opening appears on its hand. . .a hole? George squints, before realizing that’s a mouth on its palm. Fanged and could barely be considered a mouth at all, but that’s what it has to be.

XD uses its fingers to nudge all the items into the “mouth,” and they quickly disappear. Its void-black skin starts to seal over the mouth but George blurts out a wait! and reaches his arms for its hand. It blinks at him with several eyes before bringing that hand closer to him.

George stands up, moving a bit closer so he can see but not close enough that he risks falling in. Yeah, that’s definitely a mouth, big enough for him to fit in. “I thought you didn’t need to eat?”

Not eating? Storing. Like you do with food! Before George can explain that he eats food, not stores it, XD nudges him a bit closer with a finger. You can see!

“Um!” George moves away, back to the safety of the mouthless hand. He knows XD wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, but XD’s still learning a lot of things about humans. “No thank you!”

XD doesn’t seem offended by this; it just lowers its hand to the ground and lets him climb off before shrinking down and following him deeper into the ravine.

Thanks for the ask! Gonna reopen them now that I only have a couple left in my inbox, although I might take a few days to answer <3

Guys I am so sorry for being so late for vore day I was dealing with mental health issues and other stuff😭😭

This was slightly rushed butt it’s okay ig??

Sorry again for missing vore day🙁🙁

@dingbatnix yippee!! I’m sorry for not doing ur ideas🙁🙁 but here you go:3 Dreamteam!!

OMG I FORGOT TO ADD TW tw!! Healed scars, soft vore, Dream

Hello! :D

Name's Yarstar aaaaaand yeah- that's my first post and I make art-

I've got really inspired and loved few AUs from DSMP and... I've let myself make a little re-design of the Planet Unknown AU by @itty-bitty-rainbow ! Might make few fanarts as well if the author will be okay with my re-designs.

All credits go to them and well- hope you like it mate :). (I also wrote some real info about characters and some of my ideas- hope you don't mind).

Sorry if the graphics might be bad- I never used Tumblr before and I don't know how to post from PC XD

And there's few inspirations I used for the alien boys: Gogy, Dre and Karlos! ofc Sap was just- magma-

In the other post I saw that sapnap and Karl can talk, does this apply to dream and George too? (Planet Unknown au)

-:]

Yes they can

You Were Supposed to Be Frozen (part 2)

Word count: 1,593

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When George wakes up, he’s warm. Warmer than he’s ever felt before in his life.

He hums, squirming a bit as he tries to get comfortable, eagerly pressing himself against the warmth curled around him. There’s a solid weight draped over him and it’s enough to make him feel slightly claustrophobic but he’s too tired and content from the warmth to care.

Warm wind ruffles his hair from behind and his nose scrunches up as he slowly opens his eyes, confused. Warm wind? He remembers the freezing cold wind from last night, how on earth is there warm wind in the-

He stiffens, blinking a few times as he tries to fight his confusion. There is something covering him and he doesn’t understand what it is until he reaches out with a hand and touches it and realizes he’s touching skin.

Oh SHIT.

George barely manages to force his terrified yelp down, his whole body curling up tighter as he begins to tremble. He is pinned under the human’s hand, they’ve caught him, why did he think this was a good idea?

The human grumbles something, their hand shifting slightly, partially exposing him to the cold air. George bites down on his lip, too scared to try rolling over to face the human; all he can do is lie there and wait for the fingers to tighten around him and squeeze until he goes limp.

. . .nothing. The human’s breathing slows, their hand going still, and George’s confusion continues to grow.

Eventually he takes the risk, carefully squirming as he tries to free himself, freezing every time he thinks he hears the human’s breathing change. It becomes pretty obvious that their hand isn’t holding him down, it’s just lying on top of him, so it doesn’t take too long for George to finally get out from underneath it.

He goes still, eyes wide as he stares at the human, and he finds that his hopes were correct. They’re still asleep.

How are they still asleep? He can hear birds singing and usually they’re up by now, but maybe the cold has encouraged them to remain bundled up in their blankets for as long as possible. George doesn’t blame them; despite the certain danger, he’s surprisingly tempted to return to the warmth of the human’s hand. It’s still freezing cold outside, although not quite as bad as it was in the middle of the night.

He shakes his head, taking a few stumbling steps back. He nearly shrieks when he tumbles off the human’s pile of blankets but thankfully it’s not even a half-block fall, so he’s pretty sure he just has bruises and scraped-up palms.

George stands up, wiping his bloody hands off on his pants as he takes his chance and scurries away from the human’s bed. He ends up ducking behind a pile of rocks on the other side of the cave, relieved to find that there’s a little space here that he can hide in. If he’s gonna stay in this cave until he finds a better place to live, he needs a spot that’ll be out of the human’s sight, and this might work.

A few minutes later the human lets out a quiet grunt, slowly sitting up as they stretch their arms over their head. George warily watches them through a gap between two of the rocks, his breathing quickening when he realizes just how close he was to being caught. If they’d opened their eyes just five minutes earlier, they would’ve been able to grab me.

He shudders, shaking his head to try and get rid of the thought as his tail anxiously curls around one of his legs. He didn’t get caught, so it doesn’t matter. There’s no point in thinking about it.

The human glances around, brows furrowed as they seem to think, but eventually they stand up and tug their boots on, grabbing their bag from the floor and swinging it over their shoulder as they prepare to leave. They make no moves to grab their blankets, which means they’re gonna come back; they’re probably just heading over to the river to grab some water and food.

They start to leave and then falter, coming back into the cave. They set the bag down with a heavy thump and pull something out of it, bringing it over to the pile of logs and hitting it a few times with a weird-looking rock. George is confused until he sees the sparks coming from it.

Oh. They’re trying to get the fire started.

It takes several tries but soon the fire is beginning to grow, the smaller twigs burning and encouraging the flames to spread to the thick logs. They must’ve dried out overnight.

The human smiles, adding a few more pieces of wood and nodding before turning to their bag and grabbing a few things out of it. Their hands go still after hooking their water container to their belt, and George is left feeling confused as they think about something.

They suddenly glance around, their gaze darting around the cave. George ducks behind the rock even though there’s no way they’d be able to spot him in his hiding place, and he doesn’t dare move until the human lets out a quiet hum and begins to walk away.

George peeks out from behind the rock again, studying the retreating human. They’ve got their weapon slung over their back and they’re carrying a stick with a string attached to it, but they’ve left their bag behind for some reason. Maybe because it’s heavy and they don’t want to carry it with them? He’s not quite sure.

He waits until he’s certain the human’s not gonna return before darting out into the open, hurrying over to the fire. Most of the tension bleeds from his body as he stands near it, the heat sinking into his skin and helping him to stop shivering.

He knows he can’t stand here for long so he shakes his head, turning his attention to the human’s bag. They took their water container with them, but he’s hoping they have a second one because he really needs something to drink.

Thankfully his luck seems to be holding out because there is another water container in the bag. It’s a struggle for him to get the lid off and he nearly ends up tumbling inside when he leans over to scoop up some water, but he’s safely able to get a few handfuls before he puts the lid back on and retreats back to his hiding spot.

The human returns a few minutes later, whistling quietly to themself as they walk over to the fire and sit down. George watches them through the gap between the rocks, his eyes widening when he sees that they’re carrying several small fish.

Well. . .small to the human. They’re each bigger than George is, the largest one probably being big enough to eat him. This is why he doesn’t swim and why he only bathes in the shallows where his feet can touch the bottom. Humans have it lucky; they don’t have to worry nearly as much about getting eaten.

The human uses their knife with deadly efficiency, slicing the fish open and separating the guts and bones before propping the meat over the fire to roast it. George can feel himself starting to salivate at the smell of cooking meat.

He hasn’t had meat from anything larger than a bug in weeks. Maybe he can grab some leftovers once the human is done eating, if there even will be any left? They’ll be cold, but he’s not gonna complain about easy food.

His chance comes sooner than expected. Once the human has removed the meat from the flames, they scoop up the bones and guts and leave the cave. George takes the risk and scurries over to the cooked meat, hoping that the human is going to spend time burying the guts and rinsing their hands off instead of just dumping them outside the cave and returning.

George picks the smallest piece of fish meat, ripping a chunk off and stuffing it into his mouth. It’s hot and tears come to his eyes but he forces himself to chew and swallow, not wanting to waste it.

How much can I take without them noticing? He wonders, grabbing another chunk of meat and blowing on it before taking a bite. Probably not very much.

He only takes two more bites and then grabs one last handful, carrying it with him as he retreats to his hiding spot, nibbling on it as he walks. His tail eagerly twitches with each bite and he hums, pleased. It feels nice to have warm food in his belly.

He’s sitting down behind his rocks when the human returns and he watches them carefully, wanting to see if they’ve noticed. They glance at the piece of fish he ate from but don’t seem to react so he relaxes, slumping against the stone and letting his eyes slip shut for a moment.

The cave won’t be a good permanent home, especially once the human leaves, but he can stay here for a couple more nights. Just until the storms calm down and it’s safe for him to go outside. Then he can explore and find a new home.

The human shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. As long as he stays hidden when they’re inside and only goes out into the open when the human’s not here, there shouldn’t be any problems. Hopefully.

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Thanks for reading! I'm gonna try to upload shorter but more frequent chapters rather than longer ones, probably.

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

Hi I'm sorry idk how to do asks yet but can you draw Human!George being hurt and Giant!Dream trying to help but George got shot by a bullet so Dream can't really do much to help.

Finally I finished the drawings! First of all thanks for the idea which helps me to brainstorm ideas!

So the most difficult thing is why does George got shot by bullet .

George was in a hunter clan something , they finish some guide quest or mission to gain money. And he is quit well-known in the guide cause he has good aim and good hunting skills. And he becomes a target of the other hunters , they pretend to team up with George to finish one of the quest. However, their target was not on the quest, they wanted George to disappear in that clan, cause they were jealous of him. And they had a fight, fortunately they didn’t take George’s life. But they decided to give him a warning shot.

So they left George alone in the forest, at that time George was very weak he keeps losing blood. At the end he could not manage to get away from the forest and collapsed on the ground.

And luckily, Dream spotted a tiny figure lying on the ground.

He was shocked because he never saw any injured human before. So he didn’t know what to do t first.

And he picked up George. George was awake, he just didn’t had enough power to move around so he was freaking out so bad cause he thought this is the end of his life.

He couldn’t stop shaking in Dream’s hand, but Dream tried his best I clam George down.

Dream suddenly popped up an idea that he can help George to bandage.

He ripped a smol piece of his shirt and warped around George torsos .

It’s kinda raw but that is what he could do right now.

While George conscious starting to fade away, Dream keeps taking to George hoping that could at least keep him here.

Annnnnd that’s all the idea that I can draw or write in this inbox >< hope you guys like it.

I’m not really good at writing a story but ill try to explain what is happening here haha

Plz give me more ideas! Every time I saw peoples’ inbox I’m so happy to see people sharing thoughts about gt stuff tgt!

I luv this community <3 and thanks for giving me a chance to practice ma English :3

Eel

I got inspired by the mer post of shark Dream I made a while back, so now here’s this! Enjoy!

Dream, Sap, and Goggy designs

Karl design

Word Count: 4,180

Warnings: Mentions of death; blood; descriptions of injury

Czytaj dalej

Felt like writing something to get my writing juices flowing! And also because I feel like there's never enough DTeam g/t content lol

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You Were Supposed to Be Frozen (part 1)

Warning for hypothermia

Word count: 1,510

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George shudders, pulling his cloak more tightly around himself as he studies the remains of his flooded home.

“This sucks,” he mutters to himself, peering up at the sky. The rain has paused but the bitter chill of night is beginning to set in and George knows it will soon be too cold for him to stand out in the open. “Guess I should’ve made my home in that old tree instead of here.”

It was never meant to be a permanent home, but he still liked living there. It was a nice little den that was easy to store food in and it was protected by a rosebush so he wouldn’t have to worry about mobs digging to catch him. And now it’s gone.

The rain will dry out eventually, so maybe he’ll be able to rescue some of his supplies, but the food is definitely ruined. And he’s not gonna risk using it as a home again because what if it floods when he’s inside? Which means he needs to find a new home, and soon, because winter is fast approaching and now he doesn’t even have his food supply to rely on.

That doesn’t solve tonight’s problem, though. Another gust of wind sweeps through the forest and George flinches, pulling his hood over his face as he waits for it to fade.

What am I even supposed to do? Where can I sleep? Everywhere is soaking wet.

He finds himself jealous of humans. They can light fires to keep warm without any danger, while he can’t usually take that risk because fires attract zombies and creatures and humans. Fires are to be used for cooking food, not to be lit during the night when anyone could see it.

. . .the human camped nearby usually has a fire lit at night, right?

As soon as the idea pops into his head, he knows it’s a stupid idea. But what other choice does he have? The cave will be dry and warm and he can just sneak inside and hide somewhere out of the human’s sight. It’s far less risky than trying to spend the night outside in the freezing cold.

George lets out a sigh, turning and starting his journey towards the human’s campsite. He just has to hope no zombies stumble across him while he makes the long walk to the cave. 

The moon is high in the sky when he finally reaches the cave and he eagerly steps onto the smooth stone, doing his best to shake the cold mud off of his legs. He’s unable to stop trembling no matter how tightly he wraps his cloak around himself and it’s a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he forces himself to focus.

There is no firelight creeping out of the cave and George feels dread pool in his gut once he realizes this. Is the human gone? They only ever sleep here for a couple of nights whenever they travel before leaving again, so it’s entirely possible that they left in the morning when he wasn’t paying attention. 

Without that fire, he’s screwed. Sure, it’s not damp inside the cave and he’s sheltered from the wind, but the stone is cold and unforgiving. It’ll sap all the heat from his body if he tries to sleep in here. But he doesn’t have the energy to search anywhere else, so what choice does he have? He can either stay here and freeze to death or wander around outside until he collapses and gets eaten by a fox or some other creature.

Rustling deeper in the cave makes him freeze, his eyes going wide as he stares into the darkness. He can see a lump in the corner of the cave, which- hold on, he recognizes that from when he came in yesterday to steal a bite of cooked fish when the human wasn’t paying attention. That’s where the human’s pile of blankets was, why would they have left those-

Oh, George realizes when the blankets move again, a quiet sigh filling the cave as they’re pulled more tightly around a large body. The human’s still here.

He frowns, hesitantly creeping closer once he’s certain the human’s still asleep. They’re bundled up in the blankets with their face tucked close to their chest, which makes him think that they’re cold, but that doesn’t make any sense. Why don’t they have their fire lit if they’re cold?

George warily watches the human as he sneaks over to the firepit, eventually tearing his gaze away to study the scattered piles of logs. It looks like the human had started to set up a fire, but when George presses his hand against the wood, he realizes it’s damp.

Ah. They must’ve forgotten to get their wood before it rained, or maybe they ran out earlier in the night and tried to get more logs but couldn’t get the fire to relight.

There’s no lingering warmth and George frowns, biting his lip to force down the upset sound that threatens to slip out. What is he supposed to do? How can he keep warm without borrowing the human’s fire?

He glances in the human’s direction, studying the way they’ve cocooned themself in blankets. They don’t seem to be shivering which must mean they’re able to keep themself warm in there. Maybe he could. . .

No, that’s a stupid idea. Getting that close to a human is practically ASKING to be killed. They might wake up and grab me, or maybe they’ll just roll over in their sleep and accidentally squish me. It won’t end well.

Maybe he could hide in the human’s bag? It would be better than the cold floor, at least, and maybe he could even grab some food from it.

George walks over to the bag, trying not to stumble when another shudder wracks his body. When he reaches it he tugs on the strap, trying to pull the opening closer, and it falls over with a solid thump.

George flinches, ducking behind the bag as he stares at the human with wide eyes. They shift in their sleep slightly but their eyes stay tightly shut and their breathing doesn’t change so he eventually relaxes, standing on his tiptoes as he peers into the bag.

There are big lumps of something inside, almost like rocks but a bit shinier. George grimaces, realizing that sleeping in the bag won’t be an option. It’d be too easy for him to get accidentally crushed and it definitely wouldn’t be comfortable in there.

So what now?

He can’t help but look at the human again, longing for the warmth that surely is trapped underneath those blankets. Perhaps. . .

If I don’t try it, I’m gonna freeze to death. I think taking this risk might actually be the safest option.

It takes several long moments of silently arguing with himself before George forces his feet to move. He creeps forward carefully, practically holding his breath as he approaches the human, prepared to dart away if they even twitch.

They don’t move, and soon he is close enough that he can feel their warm huffs of air. He nearly holds his hands out to warm them up but he forces himself to wait, studying them as he tries to figure out where it would be safest for him to curl up.

Going under the blanket feels like a bad idea. He might get trapped or accidentally crushed; if the human felt him moving under there, they’d surely assume he was a silverfish and try to kill him. No, staying up here would be safer in case the human woke up. Sure, getting captured by them would be terrifying, but at least then he would have a chance of escaping instead of getting instantly killed.

I’m not gonna get caught, he tells himself, shaking his head. I’ll just stay here for a few hours to warm up and then I’ll leave before they wake up. They’ll never realize I was here.

One of the human’s hands is near their pillow, no longer covered by the blanket like it was before. He reaches his hand out, resting his palm on their knuckle, and they’re warm. It’s incredibly tempting to burrow under their hand and hide there.

He doesn’t. Instead, he waits there with his hand touching their skin until he’s certain they’re not gonna startle awake. Then he slowly sits down next to their hand, curling up and leaning against the warm skin and letting out a quiet sigh when the chill finally begins to seep from his bones.

The human’s fingers twitch once when his damp boots bump against their skin but otherwise they keep still, their breathing remaining slow and relaxed. George struggles to keep his eyes open, reminding himself that he’s just warming up for a bit.

Don’t fall asleep, I CAN’T fall asleep. If I do, I might not be able to get away.

Between one blink and the next, George drifts off, dreaming about crackling fires as he falls into a deep sleep.

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I'm making no promises to continue this, but I figured I might as well upload it anyways because I feel like it's better to upload something than nothing at all. I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Hiii guyss, I’m sorry that I can’t update that frequently since school has started :c

But! Feel free to give ideas to me ! Cause I always ran out of ideas oof

In the past few weeks I can’t stop watching George’s battle cry xD I just can’t stop laughing, hearing how terrified when Dream screamed lmao

Imagine that both of them loves to play manhunt games together

They need to tackled the other to win the game

So Dream lost track of George, and George was sneaking around

And came out with a great idea to tackle Dream

He literally decided to fall off the tree

Scream as loud as he can

Dream can’t even have enough time to react what was going

So both of them just screamed together lmao

At last, George won the game and now he can’t stop teasing Dream .Making fun of him that he screams like a girl. And look at them they just having a lot of fun.

Since I need to get my assignments done so apologies for the arts are kinda sketchy

Because I want to share it to you guys asap but I need to strike a balance with my work haha

Hope you guys like it <3

So here’s the link of that clip lmao

Friendly reminder keep the volume LOW

I love seeing those two arguing haha

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

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

When Dream help George bandage his wounds.

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

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

Warning:Terrible handwriting ,Grammatical mistakes

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

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

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

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

The hunters regret hunting him immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Meal Time

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

Word Count: 2,750

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

Fuck, that’s a SNAKE.

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

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

Czytaj dalej

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..”

..

..

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

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

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

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

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

But that it was trying to see him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was nothing out there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was quiet.

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

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

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

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

He checked every single window, except one.

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

The ceiling skylight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was looking for him.

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

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

A car could be heard in the distance.

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

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

The trees behind him rustled.

And the air was still.

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

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

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

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

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

“NOOOOO!”

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part two? maybe 👀

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

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

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

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

-Tiny Hero-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Use yOuR ImAginatIoNnnn.

Like he is chanting the spell to free dweam

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

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

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

so plz give me some advice or suggestions :D

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

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

You Were Supposed to Be Frozen (part 3)

Word count: 1,779

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What should I do?

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