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everything was fake - dreamnotfound

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> death
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you can take this as romantic or platonic dnf,, it doesn't really matter (and it's midnight so idk his well this is edited...)

although- why is it every time i write dnf it's always really sad and/or someone ends up dying... ;-;

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George and Dream were best friends, and everyone who knew the two already knew that (and even if you didn't know them, there nearly always seen together).

The two had been friends for as long as they could remember, which is quite a feat for George as he always seems to always forget anything with significant value, he even forgets major wars for godsake!

"Lets go for a walk Dream!" George happily says, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the path as George laughs without a care in the world. Dream doesn't laugh with him, but he never really laughs a lot with George anyway.

That's not to say Dream doesn't laugh though, whenever he was chasing George in a manhunt he was always laughing, though it was more of a cackle that was just how his laugh sounded.

Dream and George walk silently through the woods, letting the beautiful foliage surround them, blocking out the usual chaotic sounds they have to deal with most of the time.

"George~ I'm coming after you!" Dream chuckles, sprinting through the forest as George bolts away.

"Leave me alone Dream!" George laughs as he vaults over fallen logs and avoids ditches in the ground.

Suddenly Dream launches out of the bushes, and tackles him to the ground. George bursts out laughing from the sudden surprise and Dream lets go of him.

"You scared me Dream!" He laughs, and Dream smiles at him in return.

George chuckles as he remembers that day, it wasn't actually that long ago- although his sense of time isn't very reliable in the slightest, so it might of been a bit longer.

"What are you laughing at?" Dream questions, glancing over at George as he watches the male turn his head and smile at Dream before turning back to face the path in front of him.

"It's just something from back when we did the manhunts together, just you and me." George says, happily reminiscing about past.

The two wander for a bit longer, George rambling about meaningless topics as Dream walks beside him.

"I wonder if people die for a reason." George says out of the blue, slightly startling Dream out of his calm state.

he accidentally stopped paying attention a while ago so it's no surprise that the conversation topic had changed that drastically (from talking cats with mushroom hats to causes of death is a strange change).

"Do you think a God exists Dream?" George innocently asks, looking at the other male in wonder as he himself thinks about the answer.

Dream just grins, his eyes sparkling for a moment with some kind of excitement before he quietly says something to George.

"I am a God, because only I can chose when people live or die."

George doesn't realise a sword is swinging towards him until it is too late.

Blood spurts from his mouth as he bites his tongue in surprise and a similar flash of blood starts to dye his shirt red.

As quick as the sword stabs him its pulled out, leaving him helpless as his knees buckle and his body crumples to the floor with a crash.

He looks up, to see Dream standing above him. George is relieved by the sight of him and opens his mouth to ask for help, but then he sees the bloodied sword in his hand.

Shock, confusion, fear, George doesn't  know how to feel as he realises that Dream just stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

"Dre-a-" George can't even form a proper word as more blood pools on the floor and the blood starts to fill his lungs and his mouth.

Tears mix with his own blood that's splattered across his face, but George can't do anything in the shape he's in currently, all he can do is lie in agony as the fatal wound bleeds him dry.

In his last few moments all he can see is the back of his shoes as they fade from his view. Troubled thoughts that were previously occupying his racing brain start to slow down as the life drains out as fast as the blood from his stab wound.

The reason why would someone who has been with George for so long betray him like that, he will never know, as he doesn't have enough time to find out.

"W-hy?" George manages to choke out as his vision starts to fade, causing Dream to halt slightly in his steps.

"God decides when people die, and I decided it was your time to go." With Dreams cold and heartless response he walks away, leaving George to bleed out.

As if his life was flashing before his eyes George realised something. He never loved me, it was all my imagination but I couldn't see it.

The flashes of blood lust when he was fighting with George in manhunts, the way he seemed to always be just a bit closer to stabbing him than the others.

Sounds of laughter on a battlefield, even when surrounded by violence and death.

The way he always stands like he is higher than everyone, and speaks to everyone as if they were just some lowly creature to him.

It all makes sense now.

In his dying moments, rather than being held in the arms of his best friend, he lies there with the knowledge that it was all fake, he was just too dense to realise it.

His heart then beats for the last time, leaving his body lifeless on the floor as the person he previously thought was his closest friend walks away without even a glance back.

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ps uploads are gonna be a bit further apart as i have lots of stuff to do :[