George Davidson, a 19 year old peasant, living in a small shack just outside of the DSMP Kingdom. You see, he's usually found stealing items from the King or Queen, without being seen. But with the new announcement of their hidden son who's been tra...
The two boys ran off in opposite directions, Dream and Sapnap instantly giving each other questionable looks, before kicking their heels roughly as to make their horses go into a gallop instead of standing at a hault.
You see, Dream was in training for 4-5 years of his life so far, and with that being said he was highly trained. Nick was the same, except he left for a year then came back to work with his friend. The two had become closer as friends, letting them know what signals meant. Usually a nod meant that they would separate and meet at the middle.
Dream went to the left as Nick sped off to the right.
"FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE!" The colorblind brunet screamed as he kept running, stumbling over roots and rocks as he wheezed out and his breathing became labored as he'd been overworking himself. He was insanely out of shape, but yet had the attitude of a 190lbs quarterback with anger issues.
"And why should I? You're literally a walking traffic cone with those clothes! Practically begging to be captured!!" The blond screamed from his horse, as he slowed to a trot behind the brunet.
He sighed and hopped off of his horse, stalking closer to the brunet as they were now in a closed off area.
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The blond tied his horse to a tree that stood creakily next to the edge of the cliff. He raised an eyebrow at the brunet that was attempting to find a way down the cliff safely.
"Just give up already, 404. It's over for your lifestyle.. might as well just die, huh?" The blond wheezed, stalking closer to the brunet who had his lips parted in disbelief. How could a guard be so rude and offensive..?
The brunet scoffed. "Look, just because you're so high in ranks? Doesn't mean you can just say random ass death threats to people. You're just a stuck up asshole who never knew how to grow the fuck u-" The brunet was cut off by the tall blond pinning him to the ground by his neck.
"You call me the stuck up asshole? Seriously? Has anyone ever told you to fix that damned attitude of yours?!" Dream screamed, now reaching for his sheathed knives.
The brunet immediately began panicking, thrashing his legs but was stopped due to Dream sitting on his legs now. He glared up at the blond, stopping his struggles.
"You done now?" Dream scoffed. George huffed and averted his eyes to the tree line. The two criminals had a plan if one of them ever got caught. It was to find where the hell the other ran to, so one could help the other. He seen a head of fluffy brown hair and a glint of a dagger. George slightly shifted his hands, making the blond confused.(a/n: why tf did Roadtrip start playing—)
The brunet made a signal to stop and hide, as the blond sneered at him, wanting to know what was going on.
"What the fuck are you doing with your hands?" He squinted at the tree line but found nothing. His mask somewhat blocked his vision, but it was still good to see through. He turned back to look at the brunet under him, before the brunet shrugged.
"What? Too afraid to speak?" Dream wheezed. After all, he was the most feared guard along with Nick.
"Nope. Just bored. Keep your hands on my throat and I might just think something else is happening." George spoke, smirking at the blond before Dream caught the hint as he flushed profusely beneath the mask. He flicked the boy's forehead before taking his hands off of his throat and re-adjusting them to his shoulders, just with more force as to not let the boy escape.
"Look. If you let me go, nobody will get hurt..." George softly said, looking to the tree line. The blond slapped the boy beneath him. Now it was getting on his nerves. The brunet's head turned to the side from the slap, wincing at the slight echo that sounded throughout the forest.
He turned back to the blond before forcing his arms out of the blond's grip and grabbed the blond's shoulders before shoving him backwards and pinning the blond to the ground.
The blond struggled, surprised by the strength of the brunet. "Let me up. Now." Dream sneered at the brunet, who simply sat on his waist. Just above his groin. The brunet simply pouted before inching his ass backwards slowly.
The blond let out a slight gasp at the smaller's actions as he attempted to get him off of him.
"I swear to god, 404- GET OFF OF ME." Dream yelled, as George looked to the trees and shouted.
"KARL. NOW!"
Karl swiftly emerged from behind the trees, as George rolled off of Dream who was now slightly sexually frustrated..
Karl swiftly delivered a knife to the blond's shoulder, before the two lifted the blond to a tree and tightly tied him to it. All whilst the knight was thrashing in their hold but couldn't do much seeing as the knife was driven so far into his left shoulder.
"Take the weapons?" Karl asked as George simply nodded and bent down to pick the items that could have possibly been helpful to the blond knight with any sorts of escape attempts.
"You won't get away with this." Dream snarled as he glared at the two criminals.
"Oh, but we have. Sorry to be such an inconvenience to ya, but we've gotta run." George snarkily replied as he untied Dream's horse, petting the horses neck gently.
"C'mon, this will get us there faster, Karl." The brunet smiled as he helped his friend onto the black stallion's back before throwing his own leg over the side and getting on the horse.
But, it felt like someone or something was watching them...
Suddenly...
*crunch!* *neigh!*
"Dream?!" A gruff voice yelled from the tree line.
"Sap? A little help here?!" Dream huffed as Nick and his horse walked slowly to the tied up and slightly bloody blond.
"What the-pfft- dude, did you let that short ass brunet attack you?!" Nick barked and stumbled off of the horse before wheezing uncontrollably.
"No... he just- he simply caught me off guard." Dream groaned before looking and seeing that the two boys left already.
"I am not helping you with that." Nick scrunched his nose at the tent in Dream's pants. He had his chest plate on but no leggings, just a pair of thick-ish pants.
Dream scoffed. "Wouldn't dream of it, Shitnap. Now help me out of these." Dream groaned at the displeasure growing in his shoulder.
Nick scoffed slightly.
"Alright fine. But you're explaining what happened." Nick smirked as Dream rolled his eyes.
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WC: 1183 Words.
A/N: sorry for the shitty ass chapter! Hope it somewhat made sense.
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