Drabbles/random oneshots! 💚

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"YOU'RE A GOD?!" DreamXD spat, throwing Dream into the mud, "YOU'RE BARELY A MORTAL, I COULD SNAP EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!" He laughed, stepping on Dream's forearm and breaking it like a twig.

Dream screamed, backing away from DreamXD as fast as he could, "I-I can resurrect people! I can control people! I'm immortal!" He yelled, his stubbornness and pride not letting him submit to DreamXD, "That makes me some type of God!"

"RESURRECTION IS A SIMPLE SPELL ANY MORTAL COULD UNDERSTAND! IMMORTALITY IN HUMANS IS A LIE!" DreamXD explained, walking forward and stepping on Dream's chest, "and you want to see real control?" He asked, his hands reaching up and taking off the XD mask, throwing it off into the rain.

A screech left Dream, the terrifying eyes of pure horror staring back at him. DreamXD looked nothing remotely near real, his face wasn't a face. It was a mash of existence, of void, of the 5th dimension. Dream's eyes felt like they'd bleed from just looking at him.

With a snap of DreamXD's fingers, a familiar mushroom boy appeared.

"George! Help!" Dream begged, reaching out to George with his good arm.

"Dream..?" George asked, looking between Dream and DreamXD.

DreamXD's face twisted into a smile that made Dream physically ill, "George, who do you love?"

George smiled back, "you, of course."

Dream sat dumbfounded, disgusted by George's fake tone, "he's lying!"

DreamXD smirked, "George, care to test how immortal this man really is?" A sword appeared in the God's hand, the purple netherite glowing from enchantments. George nodded and took the sword.

"George! No, this isn't you-" dream yelled, gasping as he felt the sword piercing into his stomach and getting pulled back. Dream screamed, pressing his hands over the wound and crying as his broken arm moved.

"Not so immortal now? PITY." DreamXD giggled, pulling out a small knife and cutting his own palm, the wound immediately healing.

George lifted the sword again, Dream gasped. "George, pl-please! Please, n-no!" He cried, squirming and reaching up weakly, "i-I love y-"

"Bye bye, mortal." Was the last thing Dream ever heard from George.