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∝╬══→ tw: allusions to death row/death by hanging, obsessive/possessive behavior, gore/death/blood, fighting.
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LOCATION UNKNOWN CUBE.
"there's a trap in the next cube right at this door. i could drop tubbo in whenever i want."
" DON'T FUCKING DROP him, george! i will kill you!" you retaliated, feeling the walls slightly shake from your voice. as you hyperventilated, george appeared rather mystified, his smile only widening. "my my y/n. don't make this such a big deal." george cooed, liking the way you looked so heated. it bothered him greatly, feeling his knees buckling below him. maybe he doesn't wanna hurt you. maybe he wants to-
"big deal?" you imitated, scoffing. "big deal!? big deal my ass! what does tubbo have to do with this?" you raised your voice once again, gesturing as you spoke angrily with a permanent frown stitched on your face. george breathed out once more, attempting to compose himself. "exactly. what does he have to do with this? withus!" he emphasized. "god y/n i'm so glad you understand." you saw his grip briefly let go of tubbo, making you take a staggered step forward. this sudden movement compelled george to hold onto tubbo tighter, gaining his grip back. "y/n, don't teleport.. or else i'll drop this one." george reminded you again, a smile still fixated on his face.
"just listen to me." george said rather calmly, adjusting his posture. he needed to make sure he presented himself well, especially since he was talking to you out of all people. that's an honor for anyone to do that. "y/n, you're amazing. i don't- i just don't understand how someone so perfect could exist. someone that moves with such grace yet bravery, and such kindness but keeps their chin up high. you're smart, witty, courageous, resilient and.. need i say saccharine. and my gosh i'm just describing the coat of your personality but your looks just add onto it. how beautiful you are~" well it's nice to know he caught up on shakespeare. you thought to yourself, zoning out a bit as his descriptions of your face became rather strenuous and obsessive.
the way he kept droning on about you in such a sentimental tone made you concerned, staring at him with furrowed eyebrows that displayed some softness—a touch of sympathy—to them. maybe if he wasn't crazy, you would've gave him a hug and maybe the entire world in his hands. you wouldn't let his ramblings get to you though. as he was dazed out in a sugarcoated land of glamorizing you aloud, you snapped him out from his tangent. "and- oh gosh- your hair~" "george, shut your fucking mouth. you don't love me at all. you only like the idea of me [say hi to the synopsis of the empty throne]." you stated aloud, taking a brief step forward that went unnoticed by him as he was admiring your movements and the way your clothing fit on your body. but besides the point, he was aghast at your tone, jaw slightly dropped.
