bee boy

chapter 47

A/n hi its me! The author!! Yes I'm alive, I've just been working on another story and I've had a lot of exams recently so I've been a bit stressed and overwhelmed. Im sorry for not uploading but here is another chapter!!! Also if you haven't already watched it then watch dreams new manhunt 26/2/22 [2/26/22]

Tw : lack of eating [sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I'll put an extra tw before the bit so you can skip it, stay safe :)]

"Skateboard..." you ask...

"Yeah, come on," will says as he walks off infront and you have to jog to catch up with him.

"Where are we going?" You ask as sapnap, Dream and George run and catch up with you.

"I found a skate park the other day," he says, "thought we could take you there and try to teach you some stuff,"

"I also brought this," George says handing will the first aid kit.

"Thankyou," will says, "we'll try and fix you up a bit while we are at the skate park,"

"Ok, thankyou guys," you say.

"Its alright, you're like our little sister," dream says.

"And as for fundy, don't take it personally, he was very angry before you got back," George says trying to cheer you up.

"Yeah, he was so angry," dream adds.

"Guys, not helping," you say as you continue to walk.

"Your hair looks cool by the way," sapnap compliments you and you smile at him in appreciation.

"Thankyou," you say, "wish I could say the same about you, nerd," you chuckle a bit.

He sighs as the others laugh as you walk around the corner and come across the empty skatepark Wilbur had been talking about.

"This is awesome!" Sapnap says with a content smile sat upon his face.

"Before we start, we'll try and clean up the cuts and blood from your face and then you put a helmet and shin and elbow pads to make sure you're safe," will says.

"Yeah, we don't want you going back with more bruises," dream says laughing slightly.

While Wilbur and George clean you up, sapnap practices on the ramps while dream laughs everytime he falls off.

The stinging of your face signified that they had tried to clean your cuts.

"Are there anymore?" Wilbur asks once he had cleaned your face.

"She got punched a couple times on her stomach," George says.

"Can we check?" Wilbur asks. You give a hesitant nod before he slowly pulls the material from your tummy and asks you to hold it.

Tw [please skip if this makes you feel uncomfortable and stay safe]

His fingers slowly trace your bruised lower ribs and stomach. The fact you had barely been eating recently was prominently marked in your skinny tummy.