A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty Nine: Soon Enough

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"Umm... I'm not actually playing."

"WHAT?!?!?" His team mates gasped confused.

"Yeah..." George replied weakly, not knowing how they would react. He'd been in too much pain to bother stopping Dream when he offered to swap, but now he was realising this was most probably 10,000% against the rules and their team could most probably be disqualified for this.

"Wait Gogy, I don't think I'm quite understanding what you're saying. You mean right now, you are not playing, at all." Wilbur asked, trying to sus out the situation.

"Yeah, that's correct." George confirmed, shuffling in his chair slightly.

"Whose playing them?" Another asked.

"Dream is." George replied. "He's only played this round though, I did the rest."

"Who is 'Dream'." Techno asked before being dutifully ignored.

"And why would that be?" SapNap finally asked, voicing the question everyone had been wanting the answer to.

"You remember when I told you I'd hurt my wrist?" George asked SapNap, bringing the event back to his friends mind.

"Yeah I remember, it was just after you GHOSTED ME FOR AN ENTIRE DAY! How could I forget."

"Well I may have lied a tinsy bit." George confessed.

"George. What did you do." Wilbur asked, sounding more like a parent scolding their naughty kid than a twenty year old competitively playing a children's block game.

George sighed, biting his nail as he glanced up at Dream who was casually completing the last obstacle on the parkour. "I... I broke my wrist."

After his statement there was a short period of silence as everyone processed the information.

"You BROKE your wrist? George you told me you bruised it! Those are two VERRY DIFFERENT things!" The Texan exclaimed, obviously annoyed George had lied to him over such an important matter.

"I know and you wouldn't have been able to get a replacement in time which is exactly why I didn't tell you!" He reasoned.

"Hold up, George define 'broken'. Like how serious are we talking." Techno asked curiously. "Do you mean you got a hairline fracture ooooor?"

George put his head in his good hand as he replied, only now as the words came out of his mind truly realising how ridiculous he was to have thought he could play in the first place. "I-I don't really know. I was too busy being unconscious to really notice."

"So it's bad." Wilbur replied, coming to the dutiful conclusion.

"Yeah..."

"The bone snapped just below the wrist and broke skin." Dream helpfully interjected, obviously having caught onto the groups conversation.

"Holy shit George. When was this exactly?"

"Three, Four days ago." The brunette replied, now glancing down at his lap. He'd rather not have to read chats reaction to the conversation.

"And you've been playing for two plus hours now? George what were you even thinking."

"I- well, I wasn't really."