Flower Fields- dnf

Welp, that sucks

guys my hands are so cold I can barely type. it's only like 65°F though which is probably nice for most people but as someone from California, it's fucking freezing.

but uhh it's been a while eh? I apologize I came up with an idea for a new story and wrote the outline for like half of it then I got my drivers license which is cool and now I've been stuffing my face with food

George got woken up to the sound of an alarm that definitely wasn't his. This alarm sounded like it came from a knock-off version of Mario Bros and the soundtrack was way too happy and overall wasn't nice to wake up to.

George tried to flip away from the noise but ended up flopping on top of something squishy but solid.

"What the fuck is this." George incoherently mumbled.

"Me you asshole." Dream said into the pillow.

George leaped off the bed and tumbled onto the floor like a puppy trying to do gymnastics. He hit his head on his desk when he fell and knocked over a glass bottle that he caught before it hit the ground. Dream quickly got out of bed and ran towards George kneeling down in front him.

"Are you okay George? Did I do anything? I'm so sorry. Oh my god oh my god. I didn't trigger your haphephobia did I? George? Geo-" 

"Shut the fuck up I'm fine. Thanks for your concern though," George laughed.

Dream sighed in relief and got up to offer a hand for George to take. George took it and Dream pulled him off the floor,

"We gots to go to school."

George nodded and dug through his dresser for his outfit. He decided on plaid pants with a white sweater. It was simple, but it still looked cute. Dream didn't have any clothes so they had to stop by his house before heading to school.

The car ride was peaceful. Weezer was playing on the radio in the background while Dream held George's hand in the center console while the other was steering. (HOT OMFG SOMEONE GIVE ME A SIGNIFICANT OTHER PLEASE IM DYING)

George waited in the car while Dream went inside to change into his clothes. When he came out of his house George couldn't help but stare. He wore black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a white t-shirt and a black and white flannel on top. George squinted to see the other aspects of his outfit and noticed a chain necklace and a tie on bracelet. 

Hmm maybe I can make him one of those. George thought.

Dream got back into the car and they were on their way to school. 

When they got through the gates of the school, everyone stared at them and started whispering. Dream and George looked at each other with questioning looks then shrugged mentally agreeing to find their friends to ask about all this.

They walked up to the normal spot where everyone meets and they all looked worried. They saw the duo and their looks of worry only increased as they waited for them to come join their group.

Sapnap was the first to speak up as soon as they arrived, "Fundy somehow found out and told everyone."

Dream choked on his spit, "WHat?!"

George just looked at them confused, who the fuck was Fundy?

Dream noticed his confused expression and explained, "Back in freshman year, Fundy had this huge crush on me  and basically did anything he could to stop other people from dating me. Which doesn't explain how he literally told about our relationship to the entire school 'cause that's not like him."

Tommy spoke up, "Maybe he's changed?"

Wilbur scoffed, "Don't be stupid Tommy, People can change but not that much."

"Well let's ignore it until this becomes a serious issue." George suggested and the rest agreed before the bell rang and everyone had to go to class.

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I think it's time for a little bit of spice that starts with an A and ends with ngst

Tw: Panic attack

George was walking towards the cafeteria for lunch when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby bathroom. At first George thought it was Dream, but Dream usually announces his presence and his hands are usually soft and gentle. These were more rough and grabby which made George go into a panic. George tried slapping the hands away from him but the mystery person only squeezed harder.

The person closed the bathroom door, locked it and sat George down on a chair. They tied his ankles to the legs of the chair but kept his arms free. Why there was a random chair in the bathroom? The answer: It's literally the boys bathroom anything can be in there.

George looked up at the person and saw a guy with orange hair and brown eyes. Still in a panic, his eyesight was still a little blurry and his breath still heavy, but he could see the outline of another person behind the red head.

"Hello George."

"W-Who are you?" He gasped, trying to get air into his lungs.

"Not so confident now eh? I saw the fight the other day, and I must say it was a pretty nice fight. But where's all that confidence gone?"

George stayed silent.

"Oh pardon my manners, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Fundy. Now originally, I brought you in here to threaten you to stay away from Dream, but now that I'm taking a closer look at you, I kinda want you all to myself."

George choked back a sob as he felt Fundy's finger slide across George's face. He didn't like this. He wanted Dream to come and be his knight in shining armor and save him. He gasped for breath as Fundy kept touching his face.

I want Dream. I want him to burst through the bathroom door and save him from his torture. Where is he? Please help me.

George started choking on his sobs, not getting enough air into his lungs. He could feel the lightheadedness that told his that he needed air and if he opened his eyes he would probably see black dots dancing in his vision.

Before he could fully slip into unconsciousness he yelled, 

"DREAM!"

Word count: 1095

Ok I promise promise PROMISE that I will get another chapter out this week. Maybe. Actually don't take my word on that. Anyways its midterm season wooooo :/ mine are in two weeks but my fucking teachers be making me do four tests in between them. Anyways good luck to those taking them and I hope you do well this semester.