alone. (dreamnotfound)

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wilbur.

that fucking bastard.

dream got out of his car once it was parked and turned it off and ran up to wilbur who seemed to have not noticed dream walk up to him.

"wilbur!" dream starts, he grabs wilbur's shirt collar, "where is george." he said in the most stern voice.

"oh, your little boyfriend? yea he watched me kill your little bee boy and stayed in the graveyard. he may still be there, maybe not. who knows." wilbur replies, acting as if he didn't just murder tubbo.

dream stood there, staring into wilburs eyes with such hatred for a few seconds then aggressively let go of wilburs shirt collar and ran off towards the town graveyard.

once arrived, he opened up the gates to the graveyard and searched around, looking for george for what seemed like forever until he saw him.

he found him curled up in a ball on the blood-soaked ground, shaking and saying stuff to himself.

he couldn't quite make out what he was saying but it sounded like he was saying something like how he can't believe wilbur killed tubbo right in front of him and how he just wants all of this to be a dream. ha kinda ironic. he thought to himself.

"george? hey, it's me, dream." dream says as he slowly approaches george like he's a wild animal needing to be tamed.

george looks up at him, both eyes swelled up that showed he's been crying hard, and for awhile.

the smaller brunette quickly stood up and jumped into dream's arms, startling the taller blonde.

but he quickly returned the favor and hugged him back. dream sent reassuring whispers into the brunettes ears, causing chills to go down his spine.

they both stood there for a few minutes, hugging eachother for comfort and.. other reasons we all know😏

eventually, they let go of eachother, dream looking at george, who's hair was a ruffled up mess and tear stains on his cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy. but he still looked adorable. dream thought to himself.

"come on, let's get you back home." dream takes george's hand, but the smaller male refusing.

dream looks back at him, confused then he read georges facial expressions and knew exactly what he wanted.

he walked slightly closer to the brunette and placed a cupped hand on the side of his cheek. he started leaning in for a kiss then,

"swerve. haha gotcha." dream says as he swerved his head away from george's lips. george stood there, looking annoyed.

"i'm just kidding, georgie. come here." and so dream cups george cheek again and leans in for a real kiss this time.

they both smiled into it and eventually deepening it. this one was better than any of the other times they've kissed. this one felt real.

dream felt his stomach twist and turn as they still stood there in the graveyard, making out. (ugh get a room u two🙄🤌)

after around four minutes, they eventually broke apart and instead went in for a hug again.

"now let's actually take you home, love." george blushed at the pet name, causing dream to smile.

dream grabbed george's hand, him finally following behind as they walked out of the graveyard.

he decided to take george to his shop before they go back to his castle. so they walked through town at three in the morning, not seeing anyone at all besides a few townsfolk here and there, and made it inside the shop.

"so i guess you weren't kidding when you said you were clay." george said as dream turned the keys to u lock the main door to his shop.

"obviously not since i just unlocked this old thing." dream replied letting out a breathy laugh.

he opened the door for george and turned the lights on behind him, only to meet..

the one and only wilbur fucking soot.

that fucking wanker. why and how is he everywhere i go. dream thought in disbelief

george's pov

there he sat, on the counter staring at the two. george stood there in shock. dream turned around from turning the lights on and stopped before he could fully turn around.

"hey how's my two favorite lover boys? soon to be one.." wilbur said with a smirk. that damn smirk. why does he always smirk like that? george questioned to himself.

"what do you mean by soon to be one..?" george asked as he moved slightly closer to dream and wrapping his arm around dream's.

"your little boyfriend here, was supposed to be dead a week ago. was the task done? obviously not. quackity wasn't able to finish the job so he's gone. now i guess i'll have to finish it for him." wilbur said as he jumped off the counter and closer to the two, circling them like a vulture that found a dead animal in a forest.

"you can't kill me! i'm a serial killer for the love of god." dream pipes up, getting aggressive to the point george has to calm him down.

"oh but i can, and oh but i will." wilbur said, once again with a smirk on his face.

he walked back over to the counter where his bag was. he picked it up and grabbed the same knife he used to kill quackity and tubbo, and now he's using it to kill.. dream.

he picked it up, examined it and touched the tip until the end of his finger started bleeding.

"george? i want you to run out these doors as fast as possible when i look at you, alright?" dream wispers to george, him nodding in response.

"come on, lover boy. it's your time to die in front of poor little georgie." wilbur gave out an evil-ish laugh as he in hed his way closer to the two.

"i don't think so, wilby." dream shot back.

"did you just call me wilby?" wilbur questioned as he let out a laugh.

"not the point. are we going to get this over with or not?" dream waved off, walking closer to the middle of the store where wilbur was standing.

and it began.

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