Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 4: Finale

WARNING: NSFW AHEAD

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Dream and the mob held their heads up high as they marched towards the monster's castle, "Everyone remember! Take whatever you desire but leave the monster to me! I want his head on my wall!" He grinned holding his crossbow high in the air, they cheered loudly into the night. The door was locked but it took the mob only minutes till they broke it down. Dream stepped in first, George followed along close to Dream's side.

"This place gives me the creeps." His nose scrunched up clinging tight to his friend's arm, Dream scoffed,

"Shut up."

"Well, it does..." He mumbled under his breath,

"Shut up will you!" He snarled and George flinched,

"I want to go home!"

"I don't care what you want!" Dream snapped, "And stop clinging to me like a little girl!" He shook the man free and marched down the hall,

"I hate you!"

Just as George shouted the entire castle was brought to life, "Charge!" Shouted Wilbur from on top of Niki, She laughed as the entire castle moved to attack the villagers! George yelped and dodged an incoming attack from Puffy shaking like a leaf.

"Oh honey, find yourself a better man!" She tutted, "He's no good for you."

George flushed red up to the tips of his ears just as he was hit over the head with a pot and promptly laid unconscious on the floor.

Phil hurried up the stairs to the West Wing, he was riding on Steve, Technoblades white dog that had gotten turned into a footstool.

"Technoblade." Phil urged sternly, as Steve skidded to a stop, "You have to get up."

"Leave me be Phil."

"The castle is under attack! You could be killed!"

"It doesn't matter..." He looked longing at the rose, it had one petal left, "Just let them come."

Phil looked at his prince pityingly before heading back to join in the fight downstairs, it was only a few minutes after he left when Dream entered Technoblade's room in the west wing. "Ha! You're even uglier in the flesh you know," He scoffed walking towards him, crossbow in one hand dagger against his hip. "Get up!" Technoblade didn't so much as grunt, as Dream wound his foot back and kicked him. Dream growled in distaste and laughed, "What? Too kind and gentle to fight back?" He snarled, hitting the monster across his face, he held his head back and laughed unkindly, "You were in love with her weren't you? Oh, that's a good one! Did you really think a girl like (Y/n) could ever fall in love with a detestable creature like you? She despises you, in fact, she sent me here to destroy you." That seemed to snap him out of his stupor a low, warning growl spilled from his throat,

"No."

He stood up to his full height, he towered over Dream, but the man was not cowardice, a wild grin spreading across his features. He was ready to make this monster bleed, "She's mine now you foul thing."

"No!" Your voice shrieked bursting into the West Wing and Technoblade's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Stop hurting him Dream."