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...
TW: blood . yelling . (Tell me if I missed anything!)
3rd POV:
Pain.
It's all that George felt right now.
He groaned at the sharp pain that hit him in a wave, specifically at his stomach as he rolled onto his side.
He rubbed his eyes, sitting up yet being mindful about the cut in his abdomen.
He was in a bed though? Where was Karl? Is he okay? Where was he? Wh-
"George?!" Karl whispered, who was on the other side of the room, confused as well as he sat on a bed.
"Karl- are you okay?" George hurriedly asked, getting out of the soft bed and scrambled to his friend's side.
"George! I'm fine- do you see yourself?!" Karl yelled. George shot him a glare as footsteps were heard running up the stairs.
"You're going to be the death of me. Literally." George grumbled as he scrambled back to the bed, getting back into his position he was in before.
The large doors were slammed open, making the two flinch slightly. "Nick. Come get Karl, I'll deal with 404!" The blond yelled, as a decently tall guard came in, a bandana on his head. That must've been Nick..
George found himself shaking slightly. Who were they and where were they right now? The room was large. Extremely large.
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(A/N: something like this, but picture a bed across the room <3 ^^ )
George bit his lip as his friend was gently lifted from the bed and carried away. The doors immediately were shut, as the blond heavily sighed. He reached behind him, un-clipping the straps that held the tattered mask to the blond's face.
He turned to the Brit, who parted his lips lightly at the fact the blond hid his face like that.
"Why do you think it is okay to steal from the palace." Dream asked straight-forward. He spun the expensive crown on his fingers, walking towards the brunet.
"I-what? You've got the wrong person." The brunet stuttered. Shit. He can't keep stuttering like this if he doesn't want to get caught..
"You're stuttering," the blond smirked, sitting next to the Brit. "It's a sign of lying." Dream got closer to George.
He got closer to his neck and ear, his hot breath making the brunet wince."Are you nervous, 404?" He asked huskily. A glint of anger was in the blond's eyes, but the brunet shook his head pushing the blond away from him.
"Get the fuck away from me, asshole. I want to know why I'm here." George snapped, glaring at the blond who glared at him.
"You see, my parents have cameras all around the kingdom. The village, the halls, dining hall, etcetera etcetera. But," he got up, walking around as he placed the golden crown on his dresser. "I'm the one who checks those. I train everyday to keep this kingdom safe. I don't need idiots like you running around and causing trouble. Nick is my personal guard, and we've been doing some research on you." He smirked, as the Brit held his wound.
