TW: Violence, Blood, Etc. Comment on chapters of what TW I should add, I really don't know how to do this.
You'd been in the courtroom once, and it didn't feel good to see your friend be condemned to exile. Now you were getting the victim's point of view.
It didn't look so great either.
Sam tried to force you to your knees, like you were in the medieval ages and you were being condemned as a witch.
He wasn't all wrong, to be truthful. You tried to flex your hand, but your powers wouldn't come to your bound hands.
Eventually he gave up and let you stand before the judge.
Who it was?
George. Who other than your old friend, and apparently, the new king.
(Quick small A/N. Ik c!George may or may have not been the king during this time, but why not? I also had a hard time choosing meaning behind people and stuff, but I like having all the characters in this story to appear at least twice.)
He sat in his chair uncomfortably, as he looked around the room. He avoided eye contact with you as he looked around the room.
Well, that's comforting.
Hold up, isn't he dati- friends with Dream?
Damn, talk about conflicting feelings
The air held a chilly and suffocating tone, and though everyone was hidden in the corners and shadows of the courtroom, you could feel their eyes on you. Murmurs were heard and icy tones of you and your issue passed by your ears.
"Ahem." George announced, silencing the whispers, "So hello, we are here today to discuss the fate- wait no. Sorry, the issue of (Y/N)'s crimes."
Witnesses, such as Sam and Quackity, came up to the speaker podium and talked of how you acted. They thought that you were being unreasonable, but you noticed that Sam was being more passive about it then the other witness. Quackity on the other hand was practically glaring and shooting daggers at you as he spat the events of the evening where he chased you down and fought you.
You stayed quiet the whole time, but by the way you were biting back your tongue and returning the glares Quackity gave you, everyone knew you had something to say.
George called out your 'lawyers', and you weren't surprised to see Karl, Niki, and Puffy stand up to your defense.
They told your 'real' story, of how you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Witnesses obviously saw through it, but it wasn't for them to speak. George actually looked like he believed their story, even if the majority of everyone else didn't.
"Um.. (Y/N), do you have anything to say?" George asked.
In the end, you knew that it was up to the majority to convince George. And they would. You would be sentenced to die, and just like that your measly half-lived life would be over. You had your plan to get out, but it wasn't a pretty one.
"I will tell from my point of view, and whether you choose to take my thoughts in account of your decision or not, I have some ground rules." You said calmly, despite your most likely death looming over your shoulder.
"Well, it depends on what they are." George said.
"Anyone who has allied with me today in this courtroom or outside, WILL NOT be persecuted or put down for crimes of any kind." You said.
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