The Devil's 'Friend' // DNF (DISCONTINUED)

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The air felt weird on Dream's face after having been kept sealed away for so long. Almost 400 years at that. He was frozen in shock for a few seconds, staring straight into George's dumbstruck face.

Neither moved for what felt like ages.

Until Dream completely snapped. "Get the fuck out."

His voice was so laced in venom, George was utterly convinced he was one step away from being torn to shreds.

"But, it's my house." He stuttered anyways.

He was so taken off guard by seeing Dream's face after so long, he forgot who he was speaking to.

Dream whirled around, his cape hitting George in the face and awakening his frozen state.

"Get out of my fucking presence."

Dream was shook to the core by the horrid sense of deja vc he was receiving. He wanted to claw his eyes out, he was so nauseous and shaken.

George was being so indifferent.

So unkind.

So selfish.

That was his privacy.

What the fuck, that was George's privacy before.

They were even. Regardless if George knew or not. And Dream was struggling not to let him know he knew.

He breathed a baited breath as he heard the front door closing behind him.

And then he let out a scream in his head so loud, he swore it shook the walls around him. He didn't know how else to expel his anger. His anger and embarrassment at George.

He despised his face with a hatred so great, he wanted to rip his skin off every time he saw it in the mirror. It brought memories. Horrible memories. Good memories. But they were too sad for him to face again.

He quickly grabbed the mask on the floor and secured it around his face once again.

Safe.

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George was completely taken aback. Dream's face was nothing like how he had imagined it. It wasn't ugly at all, and he was stunned by his looks. Incredulous at the fact Dream wanted to hide all that hidden beauty under a childish mask. Why he hid it.

The door slammed shut behind him as George stumbled away from his apartment. His home that he was just forced out of.

Well, he supposed it was fair.

He did just overstep a clear boundary.

He glanced at his arms, running a gentle hand over the bandages as he stepped outside into the cool night air. The stars twinkled innocently above him, taunting him with their beauty.

Beauty he could never have.

He didn't even realize he was crying till he noticed a tear fall onto his arm. Wet, and warm, quickly evaporating into nothing in a matter of seconds. And then the rest followed soon after.

George let out a sob. For his marks, for Dream, for his stupid mistakes. He didn't deserve to cry like this. He was so stupid.

He should really learn to think before he acts. He really fucking should.

Ugly cries rang out into the night as George fled down the vacant sidewalk, unknowingly heading to the nearby bar. He wiped the never ending tears from his face as he went, almost tripping multiple times despite himself.