The Series: myct one-shot [COMPLETED]

Never Nether [ACTION +LIME]

"Shit!"

Dream swerved, face burning from the atmosphere and from the boiling magma that burnt a bright strike alone his cheek. Annoyance swept through his nerves, he wanted nothing more than to go home and cuddle up to Patches with a cup of coffee.

His eyes set on George as he tumbled out of sight and to the ground, hissing at his leg, pressing his weight into the plush of the netherrack.

"George! We can't have a picnic now!" The blond wheezed quietly at his own joke, his nerves turning back to their normal stance, watching as the boy scoffed snd pulled up the ends of his trousers.

"I'm bleeding and it's your fault." The brit grumbled, gasping as he touched the reddened area on his ankle, he must have stranded it too much.

"How is it my fault?" Dream walked closer, kneeling down beside him and looking at the wound, "it's not even bleeding!"

"That's because you don't want to see it." George lifted his head, face inches away from the other's sparing a glance into his eyes before pushing him away, trying to get up by himself.

Dream watched quietly, fiddling with his iron chest plate, running his tired hands up and down the smooth exterior. The brunet looked his way again, he smiled, getting a tut in return.

"It probably happened while we fought that cube thingy." George stood up, weakly balancing on one foot as he hopped over to Dream, finding his comfortable balance with a hand on his shoulder.

"The magma cube?" The blond placed his hands on George's waist, offering a cocky smile before the other grabbed his hands and pulled them up to his middle.

"Know your place, Dream."

"I do." He muttered, laying his glaze beyond the other's head, zoomed out watching a teary ghast float gloomily behind them.

The two begin to move slowly, bumping heads occasionally as they make their way back to their overworld portal.

Maybe it was the loud cry from the ghost that first caught their attention or the fireball that ripped George's health to three hearts. They both screamed, Dream stumbling backwards, dragging the brit behind, earning a loud "ow!" and hiss.

"Shit, shit, shit!-" Dream thought fast, starring the now angry ghast straight in the eyes. "Can I pick you up?"

"Fuck! Sure- oh my god!" George's eyes grew blurry, the pain of his burnt back coming through even more as the iron melted gradually.

Dream bent down fast, tripping the other off their feet and grabbing under his knees, holding his middle still. The flying mob grew more distraught, features twisting into a nastier expression than before. A new ball of burning flames spat out its mouth, making Dream gasp and start fleeing.

Clangs of iron, heavy breathing and screams filled the Nether, the two falling lightheaded as they dodge the final of the ghost's bullets and reach the black and purple portal.

The two fall through the entrance to hell shattering with flames as they land on the dirty grass.

"Holy shit," Dream's life flashes past his mind in an aftershock of recent events. Shakily holding himself up to not crush George underneath him, also in quiet shock.