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Nightmares (DreamNotFound)

(This story has a mark where the fluff begins!! I put it because the first part of the story is a literal bloody nightmare, so please skip that part until you see the bold text if you do not like swearing, blood, or mention of killing)

          George panted heavily as he ran past the trees as fast as he could, his heart pounding rapidly against his chest. Tears of pure fear stung his eyes as he heard leaves crunching behind him: he was getting closer. His blue and brown eyes scanned the area as he ran, only seeing vines and a few flowers. There was no where to hide.
          "Oh Georgiiiiie~," a voice from behind taunted, causing a chill to go up his back. His brain was scattered with panicked thoughts. He couldn't think straight. He had nowhere in mind to go. What was he going to do? He had no weapons and his friends had been killed. Right in front of him. The moment of watching as a panicked SapNap tried to fend off his attacker flashed into George's mind. As well as the moment he watched Ant be forced under the ocean water, splashing until his final moments. So did the vision of an arrow sliding right through Bad's chest, like a knife cutting through butter.

          His thoughts were cut off as he foot caught on a vine.

          George fell to the damp ground with a loud thump, his panic increasing. Scrambling to get up, he felt a hand grasp the back of his shirt collar. As quick as a blink of an eye, his back was slammed harshly into one of the trees that surrounded him. A yelp of pain escaped his lips, pain coursing through his body. He felt a presence in front of him, eyes opening wide. There, in front of him, was the man that had caused this chaos.

          Dream.

          No, it wasn't Dream. Dream would never do anything like this. Dream was loving, he cared about his friends and he loved George more than anything. At least, that what George thought.
          "Caught ya," Dream said with a malicious giggle, holding George by the front of his shirt. "Did you think you would get that far?" Dream wore his usual clothing; his mask, a green hoodie, ripped black jeans, a pair of brown boots. But it was far more grim than usual. His clothing was stained with the crimson red fluids from his friends. His mask had a crack in it, a few splats of blood being on the white piece of plastic. He wore a terrifying grin. This wasn't Dream, it couldn't be.
          George couldn't move. His body was frozen in fear. He was feeling so many emotions all at once. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Confusion. Dream let go of George's shirt, pushing up his mask. His eyes were bright red. They were full of evil desire, not the sweet happiness that George always saw. Dream tilted his head slightly, leaning slightly against George. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, raising a brow.
          "D-Don't fucking call me that," George spat, his tears beginning to run down his face. "You- You aren't him. You aren't my Dream, he wouldn't do this." George screwed his eyes shut, not sure if he was prepared for something to happen or not. It was quiet for a moment.
          "George," Dream's voice spoke softly. He felt Dream's hand lightly caress his cheek, making him flinch. "I won't hurt you- I never would," he continued in that same soft voice. It was calming. George hesitantly opened his eyes, them landing on the man before him. Dream's expression had completely changed. Instead of an evil psychotic one, he wore a soft and worried one. One that showed care. If it weren't for his red eyes and the red stains on his clothes, George would have been completely calm by now. Dream leaned close, pressing his forehead against George's. "I love you too much to hurt you, baby..," he whispered softly, causing George to have a lump in his throat. He wanted to trust him, he really did. He wanted to believe everything was fine. Even after witnessing him kill their friends, George still wanted to trust Dream.
          He watched as Dream's eyes fell to George's lips, causing George to tense slightly. He brought his thumb to his lips, lightly brushing it against them. Just like he'd always do before a kiss. Dream leaned in, softly kissing the smaller male. George was hesitant, but kissed him back. His two colored eyes fluttered shut as he did so. It felt like....him. He kissed with care and pure love. He still seemed to smell like coffee. He was gentle. George was almost completely convinced it was him. His Dream.

          George suddenly let out a loud gasp, breaking the kiss. His face turned pale as his wide eyes looked down. A sword was stuck inside of George's stomach, his light blue shirt soaking up his dark red blood. He began to feel dizzy as he heard Dream giggle. "Gotcha~," he taunted.

(The gruesome stuff stops here!!! Past this is all of the good fluffy stuff)

          Dream sprung up in bed, panting heavily. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in his and George's shared bedroom, but something wasn't there that scared Dream.

          George.

          Scrambling out of bed, Dream rushed over to the door and opened it. He ignored the scent of pancakes and coffee and bolted down the stairs, turning on his heel and looking around. He looked into the kitchen, seeing his shorter boyfriend look over at him. He was in one of Dream's oversized hoodies and a pair of boxers, them being almost completely covered by the hoodie. He looked adorable. 
          "Babe?" George asked, concern filling his voice. Ignoring him, Dream powerwalked his way over and pulled the small male into a bone-crushing bear hug. He buried his face in George's hair, tears of relied forming in his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" George asked as he wrapped his arms around Dream, rubbing his back soothingly. A shaky sigh escaped Dream as he stay there. "I had another nightmare," he replied, he response being muffled.
          "Oh, baby..," George replied as he leaned his head against Dream's chest, hugging him a little tighter. "The same one again?" the Brit asked, feeling Dream's nod. George frowned, pulling back and cupping his face. Dream held his wrists gently as he closed his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek. George wiped it away with his thumb, Dream opening his eyes. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I promise," George spoke softly, flashing a reassuring smile. Dream smiled back slightly, nodding. 
          Standing on his tippy toes, George placed a gentle kiss on Dream's lips. Dream felt a small spark once he did, beginning to feel calmer as he returned the kiss. Smirking, Dream pulled his hands away from George's wrists and crouched down, not breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the underside of George's legs, lifting him up as he stood. A squeak left George's mouth as he immediately wrapped his legs around Dream's waist, gripping his t-shirt tightly out of fear of falling. Dream couldn't help but laugh, watching as his boyfriend's face turned a bright pink. George rolled his eyes, smiling. "Is this what it's like to be tall?" He asked, looking around. "Kind of a bummer." Dream giggled, lucky to have such a wonderful man in his life.