𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 1.2 - T is for Trauma

Dream and George can't seem to act natural. At all.
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Is it bad I'm literally making this up as I go? Smut? I think we deserve it after the wreak that was last chapter (sorry it kinda sucks I kept falling asleep when I was writing)

ALSO HOW DID THIS GO UP LIKE 4K READS IN A DAY WHAT- yall are crazy

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"Today, class, we are doing practical work!" The room awed at the words, it was the best part about the whole subject. Instead of writing notes and essays you got to get your hands on a pc and try out the code everyone had spent weeks creating. "I've rented the library computers, you may start to make your way over."

Everyone jumped to their feet, Dream being the first to make it to the door, "When you get there, sit in the same layout you are now." George finally let out a grin of relief, grabbing Sapnap arm to pull him into the corridor. Yesterday had been awful, but if anything was going to cheer him up it would be coding, even more so if he got to sit next to his favourite brown haired boy.

George was an avid tech fan, and had learnt to code since he was 8 years old. It was a bitter memory to look back on, but he separated the feelings from the actions. Coding was fun, it's the thing he would go and do as a reward for finishing his homework. And after years of typing and selling the plug ins he made, it wouldn't be hard to trump everyone in the class.

"What are you gonna do? Java?" Sapnap pulled out both chairs for them, collapsing in it heavily as they found their computers. "That's what minecrafts in I think."

"It is." The boy couldn't hold himself back as he booted up the program, being met with a blank screen. Endless possibilities waiting. "There's so much I could do-"

"Not so fast, Davidson." Mr Dream finally made it to where the class had ran to, leaning on the spare desk next to where george sat. "Attention, everyone. Today is not just for you to mess around, this work will be marked and added to your final class grade. I expect the best you can do to be shown here." His eyes landed on George, examining the boys face carefully.

"Sir?" A whiny voice squeaked from the front.

"Yes girls?"

"You just want to see our most impressive code, right? Does that mean we could even code a small, playable game? Something like a controllable 2D character?" She sounded like she thought her idea was incredible. The girl beside her was worse, however, her wide eyes and eager nods making it seem even bigger than it was.

"I suppose. Thought I wouldn't expect that from any students, even if you guys are third years. Just do what you can." George was surprised when Dream genuinely sounded impressed.

A stupid game was easy to do, no that shouldn't be hard at all. "Sir?" George tapped lightly on his leg, looking up, "what if we make a plug or, I don't know, a mod for a pre existing game?" The smirk on the younger face didn't make it hard to tell he was showing off.

And Dream loved it. "George, it would take me over a day to create anything close to a mod. You have three hours, be reasonable."

"My idea was reasonable, sir." God, won't that girl just shut up.

"So, if I got it done would you say I'm better than you?" It was a rare sight to see such talk happening with Mr nightmare himself, but what shocked the class even more was that it was little, quiet George pushing him further. The boys confidence was intimidating, scary almost.

The professor looked between George and the blank screen, eyebrow raised. "If you can some how create a mod, in Java code, for a game and have it be playable, I'll give you an A* for this class. No other work needed."