My Little Assassin//dnf (Discontinued)

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Author's note

Yeah sorry for reposting this. I changed some parts so if you want to read it, pls skip to George POV. I changed it because I didn't want anyone to be uncomfortable so I'm sorry. But pls get in touch with this story and thank you for those who read it, it means a lot ❤
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Dream POV

"George? Are you ok?"

I knocked on his door

"Yeah. I just need to be alone for now,"

"Alright,"

I know. I know he's lying. He's been in his room for 3 hours. His family is worried, so as his partner, I had to check on him.

"Dream, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Phil,"

"Tomorrow, you and George will be on a mission,"

"Already? But George is upset right now,"

"That's why today i allow you and him to spend some time together. No sex,"

"W-what! Phil!"

"I'm just kidding,"

And just like that, he left me, leaving me with my burning face. I swear this family is weird. I walked back to George room, knocking on his door for the 10th time. BUT WHO'S COMPLAINING

Knock knock

"George?"

"What now, Dream,"

"Your dad told me to accompany you today,"

Inserts cricket noises

Click

"Come in then,"

I walked in into his room in awe

(Just imagine its like a cabin fill with some mushroom and potions)

His room is quite more fancy than the guest room. I saw there's some portraits of him and his family. There were decorated frames of them too. I was looking at them until one caught my eye. I lifted it up to get a better look. I saw George and a young woman. I realized on the frame there are some words

Me and Mumza

She had long brown hair, brown eyes just like one of George eyes. Red lips, rosy cheeks and soft looking skin. I had to admit, George does look like her

"She's best mom i had,"

I turned around seeing George sitting on his bed side, staring at his window. I place the frame back at where i took it from and walked over him, sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry, George,"

"It's ok,"

He sniffed and looked at me with a smile even though there are tears in his eyes.

"It's not ok George. You're not ok right now,"

I pulled him into a side hug, letting his head rest on my shoulder. He hug be back and started to cry on my shoulder. We shifted our spot, i was laying back on the headboard with George crying in my chest. I rubbed his back while my other free hand tangled in his hair

"I-i missed h-her so much,"

"I know you do. But I need you to be strong,"

We stayed like this for the next 30 minutes. I would rub his back, making shapes while he sobs on my hoodie. He was getting more calmer and stopped shaking