I remember it only being me and Mom, the last one of the (l-n), but one day I snooped in a box filled of old pictures, one picture was clean and colored. My mom and grandmother, it was new.
I left to find my grandmother and see the house she lived i...
I raise my white carved mask over the tip of my red cold nose. Tears splurted and smeared across my face finally goes down like a small stream.
I grasp on George's hand tight. I feel the warms of his hand become colder. Too much blood was already spilled. "Don't leave..." Mumbled George.
"I'm staying right here, don't worry."
"I love..." Said the dying George, his lips too dry to move. He closes his eyes. His grip dropped.
George was too late to say 'you' to his sentence.
My heart dropped, I grip harder on his hand as I slowly lean down to him, I kiss his lips one last time.
I lean up. Something on my lip tasted like metal. I wipe my lip to have traces of red smeared on my lip like lipstick, I look to see one drop of blood trace on George's cold lips. Cry harder and lay my head on his quiet chest.
I hear a creak. I turn fast as I grab the gun, I gunpoint to the door. It was that pig.
"Don't be dull in the head, Clay. You are my best fighter here now, so be useful and point that gun gown." The pig said in a low rattling voice
I point down, I didn't care for that pig. I found roll him on a stick under hot flames if I could. I only cared about George. "I wanna kill that damn beast slow and painful." I gritted
"No, we need him. He has the books we need."
"I will keep my arrows pointed to the ground if I get to have a funeral for George... I-I wanna see him go peacefully knowing he was great and useful to the world and me..."
"Fine, but make it quick... We have plans." He said as his sharp overgrown teeth moved with his jaw.
He walks off with his blood-covered cape swings behind following his hooves. I didn't know much but a portal to their home was broken...
I look back at George as more footsteps come over. It leaned over, ... It was Sapnap.
He wore a baggy cloth wrapped around him, it had a line of flames going down. I can always tell he's around because his warmth was unsettling... It was that damn fire necklace.
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He puts his hand on his head, he had the same resting mad face. I look at him, he was the master of potions, fire potions, poison potions... Healing potions!
"Hey!" I shouted a bit, he wasn't even startled.
"It won't work, he's already gone." He answered it was like he read my mind. He had a weird eye almost hidden in his dark brown hair. He was the most creepy to me.
"How did you know?" I asked, "have you tried it?"
"I have, ... Many times." He said
I look back at George, sapnap looked at me and sight a bit. He turned around and walked off. He stopped "I'm sorry for your loss Dream." He then left the room leaving me with George's body.
I was the head hunter in the group. That pig made me the leader to hunt even though he treated me like I was nothing. I led George and sapnap, not that pig though.
I sit and build up my wall of feelings. As I continuously run my fingers in his hair. I loved him, ... Very much.
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It was night-time, the moon was very full and yellow. It looked like a cheese wheel. Made me a bit sick to see it. I was sitting down, leaned upon a tree log. The saccades were loud and screaming. I dislike those big bugs that scream in the night.
The fire cracked as bbh slept, his head near my legs as he holds his cloak around him like a cacoon. I smile, he had soft-looking hair, it was a bit shaggy and poofy, I wannaz tuch eet.
I move my hand out over his head as I wait for Zak to stop peeing behind the bushes. I slowly play with some strands of his hairs... So soft and nice. I then began to run my fingers deeper into his hair. I slowly scratch slightly on his scalp. I hear him hum a bit. I blush profusely.
I feel the soft strands of hair brush between my fingers. My heart pumps, I need to stop.
I pull my fingers back to my side. Zak seems to take long. I then hear bbh mumble: "don't stop..."
I blush and look at him. He scoots up with a small grunt. He puts his head in my lap. I turn redder.
"Mmh~... So soft and squishy~"
Why was my heart racing? I love Zak! He breathes from his nose softly. I feel the small ticklish gust of wind leave his nose to my thigh. His face was itchy and prickly. I run my fingers in his hair some more. He purred to the touch of my fingertips to his scalp. He was so cute I hate it.
He lays his palm on my leg. He then softly scratches his fingers on my leg. I become heated a bit. "What... Are you doing?" I asked
"You rub my head and I rub you too! It's only fair..." He said with his small soft voice.
I feel eyes on me, but I become tired. I doze off to a nice sleep... To find my grandmother.
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