Hi everybody,
Just a heads up, I'm not dead or anything haha
I've just lost my motivation to write.
I might have to end this one book sooner with a cliffhanger because as stated before and I have other matters I'd like to put my time into. I'm not saying I'm neglecting y'all tho.. ;)
~ Author return
Dream's POV;
"Oh Geooooooorge....."
It was soon in the morning and he was already playing games with me. It's a nice workout before I experiment on the victim, but this also didn't feel too right. Am I really willing to do this to George? Possibly, most definitely, ruin the life of one I've cherished the most out of all?
The atmosphere has grown thick in the matter of few seconds.
"*sigh* I have no choice but to do this to you, George. It's just how it comes and goes. I cannot take pity on one who was supposed to be my subject, trying to get himself out of it by loving me."
Suddenly, he walked out from behind the corner. We shared eye contact, and all felt heavier once more.
"You really want to use me, huh.." he murmured and turned away slightly.
"George, this is fate. Once you get under my grasp, there is no escape other than an unexpected breakdown in the systems, making my subjects flee. But not this this time, not any time soon either. Now that you know, we might as well end this."
His eyes got struck with horror. Unlike him, I felt at ease. I felt....my usual me.
"I swear to lord himself, Dream-! If you touch me I'm gonna scream for these people that hold us as captures and they'll definitely do something with you!"
"Oh George.." my voice was darker, "I do not fear death. You do...."
He held in a yelp as I grabbed the nearby emergency axe and started walking towards him. Will I regret this? Should I stop?
"George.....do not make this any harder than it is.. I am simply not going back now."
"How..how can you do this to me?! Dream I thought–!"
"YES George, you THOUGHT," I smiled at him, "but you did not THINK!"
I swooped at him. I guess I'm too far now to stop.
"No! Dream please!" he yelled as I ran close behind him. My senses have fully taken over now. I'm the psycho I used to be. No softness can get through me or my ice cold heart. My good memories, the time we spent with George, it's all gone now. All gone with one single swoop of a weapon. This is my story. I always go as the 'villain' against the 'hero'. Except the tables have turned, and the villain is taking sudden steps to victory.
"Please! We can do something about this! I beg you!" he cried.
"This is how I am! You can't repair a shattered thing unless you get a new one. I'm irreparable! Don't stop the act from its way towards the goal!"
"*nrh* No! I..I still believe! I believe you're there inside somewhere, you're not the cold killer you're showing me now! You're..you're my Dream.. you're my life.. the only reason I'm alive.. do you understand? You saved me from the death I chose, and now you're assigning me a death I'm not prepared for?.. why did you help me in the first place...?"
Whatever was left of my 'fake' me kicked into my heart. He's...right. But I did not save him, it was Techno. I did not care for him that well, it was fate.
"Fate...is what made me.."
"What..?"
"Fate....
FATE..is my creator..
I shall not stop it from claiming what belongs to it, and it's your death!"
He fell to the floor and tried to look defenseless.
I wiped my last bits of kidness that were stuck to me by chance, grabbed the axe and...!
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Subject 404
Fanfiction"Bring in subject 404!" "Hello friend.. good luck." Welcome to the lab. Hidden away from the world, a young, blonde scientist tests his creations on his captures. Only the strongest will survive. Lonely George hides in a dark alley where his mother...
