George woke up once again in his happy place.
In this weirdly calming place.
This was real life.
Anything else was fake.
And besides, this place was better then everything else.
He could say anything! Be anything! Do anything!
But there was a knot in his stomach..
Maybe it was from that weird dream he had last night.
Was it a dream? What is a dream?...
Sometimes to give him reassurance he would write things on sticky notes then slap them on his walls.
His mother cleared them off now or later but it usually didn't happen until after he was reassured.
He decided to do it again.
To reassure himself it wasn't a dream. That this was real.
But it felt wrong.
But that's why he was doing it.
He grabbed a sticky note, a pen, and a dictionary.
He flipped the crisp pages until he found the page.
Noun a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.
He wrote it on 13 sticky notes.
His lucky number.
after writing it over and over George smiled.
He was starting to feel like this was real.
Like this would never end.
It won't.
I'll make sure of it.
George is happy here.
So that's how it'll be.
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He's awake! Someone get the doctor! George! George, can you hear me? George it's 🕈︎♓︎●︎♌︎◆︎❒︎! Are you waking up for good? You're hurting George.. If you want to sleep you can. Just wake up after, okay? It's all a dream George... I need you to listen to me okay? Just look in a-
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George awoke from one of the awful nightmares once again..
He needed more reassurance.
He couldn't do it..
"Just look in what? A what? Why is everyone pitted against me!"
He threw a book at the wall and a hole opened in the wall.
This was familiar.
But he's never hidden anything in a wall? So who did?
He struggled to get the book out of the hole in the wall.
It was like the universe didn't want him to see what was there.
George felt a wave of sadness.
He wanted to give up.
Just leave this place whatever it was.
It was a dream.
And it was hurting him.
But he knew it was what's right.
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HELLO AGAIN!! welcome to the bottom of the page! if you were wondering the person talking is 🕈︎♓︎●︎♌︎◆︎❒︎!
Also I used to say this is a sequel to FF1970 but it's actually the third part in my headcannon and the second part is still in progress.
Tbh I haven't done much because I only have like 1 follower also thanks friend for following me-
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HorrorGeorge sees through a filtered lens. made by the little person in his head. Or maybe people? There's a ton of secrets 🤫 to find them out you should use the wingdings translator. It's actually pretty obvious- If you wanna understand it more you sh...
