INFECTION ( a mcyt apocalypse au)

chapter 14

TW: GAS LIGHTING, MANIPULATION, CUSSING, YELLING, TALK OF VIOLENECE, GUN VIOLENCE

"i just killed someone."

george's pov:

*flashback*

 everything was a blur. I was still carrying y/n's unconscious body as we're arriving at the house tommy directed us too. clay quickly kicked down the door, which in my opinion was a little extra but whatever. I rushed up stairs laying y/n on the closet bed i could find and checking their pulse which was still going. i sighed and returned back down stairs giving a thumbs up to the crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs. "now that ordeals over with, we need to talk about how reckless you guys were being!" i said looking at tommy and tubbo, "you guys said you would look out for them but here we are with a unconscious y/n!" i said raising my voice a bit more. "how is any of this our faults? were not responsible for them!" tommy hollared in return. "oh yeah? so how come you were able to look after them for weeks until you met up with us? mmhm? thats what i thought!" i yelled anger slowly filling my body. "woah! george get a grip! you are yelling at a 16 year old for looking after someone besides himself! he's a kid!" clay piped in standing in front tommy. at this point i didn't care who i was hurting, i knew i was in the right. they had hurt y/n it was their fault. "it dosen't matter clay! he still fucked up! he needs to leave!" i yelled again. i watched as tommy and tubbo cowared as wilbur attempted to comfor them. 'pussy's' i thought. "george that is passing the line! you seriously need to calm down!" sapnap joined. "c'mon guys were leaving, so someone can chill the fuck out." wilbur said grabbing tommy and tubbo's hands leading them towards the door. clay and nick glanced back at me before abounding me as well.  "i'll fucking kill you" i whispered glaring at the back of tommy's head. 

*end of flashback*

y/n's pov:

i still wasn't sure what had just happened. all i knew was george was with me, or was he? didn't he make me do this? isnt this his fault? no, no he's my friend, he wouldn't do this to me. my lungs were burning and i slowed down as realizing where i was, i guess i hadn't realized how far we had ran. we weren't any where near home, or at least anywhere i could recognize. "george. . . george we have to go back. i-i have to apoligize! i-i-i didn't -i" i fell to my knees sobbing, i felt george kneel down in front of me, grabbing my hands. i looked at him, "you killed someone. do you really think they're ever going to want you back?" george let go of my hand and cupped my face in his hand, i leaned into the comforting hand. "i'll always want you, even if they don't" george said. "i understand what it's like. it was an accident, wasn't it?" i nodded "i was just meant to scare him right?" i replied trying to comfort my self. "of course you were, but you messed up y/n, the only person that can keep you safe now is me." he said. i looked into his eyes, realizing he only had anger in them. i wasn't sure if he meant is words. i brain was screaming at me to run, run as far as i could, run back to tommy and apoligize. but he's gone. he's dead because of me. no, no he's dead because of george. george made me do this. i slpwly backed away from george fighting the urge to run for my life. i had backed my self into a tree and i watched as george stood up facing me. 

third person pov:

george hadn't wanted this. of course he wanted y/n to stop fighting him. he wanted them broken down, despondent, but. . . the person staring blankly at their hands shaking, afraid of the power they had wasn't what he had wanted. george knew y/n feared him, but george also knew he was all they had. "darling, you're beautiful. you don't need to be scared, i promise you that. look - try and attack me and i promise i can stop you. you're safe with me. you couldn't hurt me if you tried, i'm just like you."

y/n's pov: 

i ran to george hugging him and sobbing into his shoulder. i was somewhat familar with the game he was playing. i also knew he still had a hand gun on him. as i hugged him i pulled the gun out of his belt holding it tightly in my hand and stepping back.  george started speaking "why are you looking at me like that. come on, i love you, you know that. y/n, y/n don't point that at me. put it down. . . please, put it down nice and easy. i love you, please don't do this. put it down. you're not in the right mind, they're manipulating you! please don't kill me. I LOVE YOU, COME ON Y/N PUT IT DOWN NOW. Y/N YOU'RE SCARING ME. Y/N PLEASE I LOVE YOU. DONT DO IT. PLE-" everything after his last 'i love you' was a blur. i felt my cold finger meet the trigger and a bang echo through the forest.

third person pov:

y/n dropped down holding george in their lap. "no,no,no no, no im sorry, im sorry. this is all my fault. george im sorry, your gonna be okay just hold on. im so sor-". george reached up cupping y/ns cheek with hand, blood smearing onto their cheek. "it- it's okay, y- you did what y- you had to" he smiled weaky as his hand slid back down to the mossy floor beneath him. y/n quickly removed their hand from his bleeding wound checking the boys pulse. there was only a faint beating, and that's all y/n needed. they had to save him. 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

word count: 1,004!!!

DID YOU KNOW THAT ACCORDING TO WATTPAD STATICS THAT ONLY 3 PERCENT OF READERS VOTE? LET'S CHANGE THAT! MAKE SURE YOU CLICK THE LITTLE STAR BELOW OR IN THE RIGHT HAND CORNER! THANKS1!11!!

a/n: hello everyone! im sorry for the really long chapter i had a lot of motivation, yes i know a lots happening. its all for the plot! i hope you all are enjoying this arc! go get water and food!

-arson