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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 : 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠

"𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨, 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.."

"George, if I died, would you miss me?"

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"George, if I died, would you miss me?"

'George' awoke to a pain in his head, he pressed his hand to his temple, pulling it away covered with blood. What?

He groggily used his arms to push himself up and support him as he looked at his surrounding.

He tensed up when he realized he was somewhere in town, he could smell smoke,,, this didn't feel right.

His right hand swiftly went to his hip. When he couldn't feel the presence of his dagger, he knew that something was definitely wrong.

"Looking for this?"

He snapped his head around toward the low voice immediately recognizing its owner. He sloppily stood up and got into a fighting stance.

"Technoblade. What do you want, why are you holding him."

He felt rather overprotective of his 'test subject' he took pride in the way he had shaped him, raised him.

"So you don't remember? Interesting. Maybe I should have dream tell you"

His head swam at the name 'dream' he rolled his eyes playing it off. "Just make it fast.. we have work to do."

The bulkier man in front of him set the more slim figure down and allowed him to catch his breath.

'George' was still very wary, still annoyed that he had been disarmed.

The mask that dawned dreams face had been cracked, a few pieces missing. It reminded him of how dream looked when he killed, all sweaty and out of breath. It scared him.

He gave 'George' a quirky smirk of accomplishment while 'George' stood confused.

"So, guess we're back to playing hunter and prey are we." He laughed, but then coughed after the inhalation of smoke.

"You were out one night, techno and sapnap followed you, you got bashed in the head and they took your dagger."

He took a breath, how would he ever let anyone disarm him?

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