dsmp little space/ agre one shots :D

little c! george / cg c! eret

i'm gonna use all of erets pronouns in this, sorry if it gets confusing :(
TW- small mention of killing/death and weapons, threatening
stay safe lovelies <3

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Well, this isn't what he planned for.
Honestly, he didn't plan for much, but this isn't what he expected at all.

When George's friends convinced him that he should be king, he was hesitant. George had little to no idea on how monarchy worked.

He thought it would just be like how it always was, but with a bigger house and a little bit more control over people. What he didn't expect though, was to be sitting on his bed sobbing because of the pressure put on him.

Everyone was so, expectant. He was just a normal person who happened to have some control over a few people. He didn't even want control over those people.

Dream and Sapnap had convinced him only a month earlier that he should run for king. 'What could go wrong? There's no point in not doing it?" They said. He didn't want to let his friends down, and so he volunteered.

Ha.
No wonder no one else ran for the position.

While his position as king lasted longer and longer, it became more apparent how unfit he was for the spot.

As he sat on his bed, head in his arms crying, his mind started wandering.
Why in hell would he think he would be fit for king? He already can't deal with small amounts of stress well, hence the crescent shaped marks that scared their way into his skin from previous stressors.

He came to the conclusion that this wasn't his fault.
It's his friend.
Right?
He tried fighting it, but they insisted.

George started to realize he was regressing, but he wouldn't allow that right now. He hasn't in the past month. He has too much work he has to do, and he has time limits.
So he moved to his grand desk in the corner of his room, still sobbing and shaking, and started doing the paperwork he needed to get to Puffy before the end of the next day.

His hands were shaking, so his writing was messy, but nonetheless, he continued on.

After only a few minutes of working, he heard a soft knock on his door. Groaning, he only told the person on the other side to 'Leave me alone, I'm trying to work."

His voice was hoarse from the two hour long breakdown he had, or is still having, and all the excessive crying.

He heard a sigh come from the otherside, and then expected to hear footsteps moving away from his room.
Instead, the person knocked again.
"George, come and take a break. You've been locked in here for hours."
George recognized the voice as Dreams, and he just got more upset.
"Dream, Go away. I can't take a break, I have time limits. You know that." George sat his quill back into the small black ink pot, and rested his elbows on the table, and his head in his hands.

"No George. Get out here. You need a break." Dream persisted, set on getting his best friend out of his room for a little bit.

"Dream, I'll say it one last time, I'm not coming out until I-"
George was cut off by the familiar creek of his door opening, and the heavy footsteps Dream made.

He turned around in his chair slightly to see Dream closing the door behind him. He approached George, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey bud, can you please come out for a little bit? I'm begging, you need fresh air. We can go to the garden and see all the pretty flowers!" Dream's voice softened, trying to get his voice to flip that switch in George's head, knowing he hadn't regressed in over a month.