DSMP Oneshots/Headcannons

[ Georgie Don't Leave Me ]

Inspired by Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose -- more specifically this one edit above

TW: STALKING, SLIGHT DEREALISATION (is it a dream vs reality)
Angst :0

Here is an instrumental version if you want to listen to that instead (sorry I couldn't find a longer one, on pc/laptop you can just right click and hit loop :]):

I'm American, and I want to keep the chapters 'in character' so to speak, so if there's anything I say that isn't British (since it's following George's POV)/is an 'American' thing to say correct me!

[dialogue in the flashback is pulled directly from the stream (and the McDonald's thing), the rest is made up by me and is not canon]

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Planks creak under his feet as he treads along. His worn-down cerulean cloak glides behind him. The crisp autumn breeze blows his ebony hair ever so slightly as he glances at his surroundings. George is on a leisurely stroll on the Prime Path, contemplating.

"Contemplating what?" you might ask. Well, everything -- and nothing. He is reflecting on his decisions thus far in his life. On his circumstances in the present and their possibilities in the future. On his thoughts and dreams.

Especially his dream about a certain deal with DreamXD.

That god, angel, deity -- thing, is dangerous, and George knows it. DreamXD has a bias towards him and he took full advantage of it. George used to have him in the palm of his hand -- he could use the god for his own little tasks, fantasies, and desires whenever he pleased.

Recently, he can't tell what's real and what isn't. The dream looked real, it felt real. He could smell the metallic scent of the pitch-black netherite. He could feel the not-too-hot weather and the god's oddly ceramic-esque hand on his shoulder. He could remember the place being identical to real life -- every intricate detail was the same. He could think clearly and act freely, unlike his usual dreams.

And when he woke up, the armour and tools had stayed in his possession.

George has avoided DreamXD at all costs since then, dreading the fact that the deal might've been real and not a figment of his imagination. Whenever he inevitably came across him, he would ignore him or give him one-worded answers. What would happen if it wasn't a dream? Had he already broken the deal? Is DreamXD mad at him?

George recounts the interaction that created these newfound problems as he aimlessly meanders down the path.

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"So you will be my friend if I give you netherite?" the god inquired in his echoey voice. His green-hazel eyes were full of hope, visible through the x-shaped opening in his tattered mask. The silky teal shawl that draped over his body floated ever so slightly, influenced by his obscure powers.

George was antsy for the armour. He said eagerly, nodding his head, "I will- I will be your friend."

"Forever?" He said with his usual optimistic tone, one that you would see in a child. His shoulders and four floating hands tensed as his stance rose with interest. His other two hands positioned themselves above one another to prepare the conjuring of the armour.