A Terrible Pair (Updates Sparse)

Blood For The Blood God

(Art not mine!! :DD
TW: SLIGHT GORE)

George pants harshly as he books the hell outta dodge. Who knew indulging in cute baby Dream's want to "play" Manhunt would result in such fear and chaos. Everyone knew, they just never expected to turn this dangerous this quick.

The brunette mentally slaps himself as he quickly digs a hole and builds over himself, tearing off a piece of steak he had in his inventory. Why the hell did he agree, he could have slept in for once.

'Should've known Dream was a sadist as a child.' The brit thinks bitterly, wincing at the cramps in his legs. He carefully listens for footsteps as he waits for his hearts to fill up.

Once they're full, he uses his shovel to dig out and up onto the surface. He looks around and is just closing up the hole as to not let the hunters know where he was when a poisoned arrow sinks into the ground next to him.

The brit stiffens and spins around to see the hunters, one holding a bow and arrow with scarily steady hands. Knowing them, it was probably a warning shot. The other starts to sprint towards his next victim, the somehow enchanted axe glinting in the sun.

'Oh Mr. Beast, I pray to you now-' George thinks as he starts booking it, thanking Beast that Dream had shorter legs now but his childish taunts are now absolutely terrifying.

"OH GOGY, COME PLAY WITH US!" A sweet, angelic voice calls out sweetly.

And fuck that, he is NOT gonna become that one horror movie American girl that always falls over nothing. 'Y'know what, she fell over from this demonic ass bullshit.' He thinks, stopping to shoot an arrow at the green teletubbie, who casually dodges.

Then, he realizes that he lost sight of Technoblade. "Oh fuck..." The brunette says in defeat. He feels two arrows hit his back with quick succession and tries to desparately spot the pink haired menace. He tenses up and stumbles from the effect of the poison arrows as he hears his friend's childish voice.

"No need to be so stiff, friend." Dream's voice comes before his leg is brutally cut off, the axe sliding through skin and bone like butter. The brit screams, causing for two other victims to wince and try to work faster. They knew they were next. A now willing babysitter smiles sickly sweet, looking a lot like his winged father in the heat of battle.

George falls, accepting his defeat. Soft, nearly silent footsteps approach near his head and he hears the metal sword being dragged through the grass. The brunette whimpers and glances up through tears to see tiny boots splattered in red.

"Nice seeing you, George." Comes a small, monotone voice.

Georgenotfound was slain by Technoblade

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