Mᴀᴛᴇs Fᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ {DNF ᴏᴍᴇɢᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ}ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

(bro- I checked wattpad, and this book already has 30 reads - like I'm not complaining but damn- HLOY SHIT ITS ALREADY AT 33- THESE ARE 2 SECONDS APART ILY GUYS SM)
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Tw/Cw: Homophobia (f slur) (I am on the spectrum so I can claim it), gun, cops

*George's POV*

I wake up to banging on the door, placing my hands over my sensitive ears, curling into the warmth im laying on. The banging gets louder and harder, and my ears fold back as I cover them.

"What the fu -" Dream starts waking up, saying, getting cut off by the person at the door. "Come here, Georgie! I just want to talk! I can smell you! your panic scent is coming through the crack under the door! your dad's dead, Georgie! want me to send you with him!?"

I widen my eyes and look down at dream who's eyes are widened, and his mouth is slack open. I feel myself holding back sobs so she can't hear me and get in here and hurt everyone.

"YOUR DADS, DEAD!! I SHOT HIM!! COME BACK HOME WITH ME GEORGIE!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! COME BACK HOME WITH YOUR MUM!!" I feel silent sobs escape me as she continues to back on the door and yell shit.

Dream places my back against the corner we were sitting next to. He pulls off his hoodie and hands it to me. he then leans down by my ear, whispering to me. "Put it on for me. It's covered in my scent, and it's warm. you'll feel better after you put it on." I nod and slip on the hoodie, warmth engulfing me in dreams scent. apples and cinnamon

I start to hear slight clicking noises coming from the door. I then see the lock twisting. "uhm, guys - big problem.." I whisper as I can't move from the floor. like something is holding me down. Dream looks at the door and sees the door fly open.

"dont worry, blondie. not gonna hurt you or your little friends. George is the only one I need in here." she says, her face covered by a face mask and hood. "dont lay a fucking hand on him." dream says sternly, his tail is laying still down the back of his leg, him angerly stairing her down as she walks closer. she pulls out a gun and points it at me.

"if you're gonna hurt him then have fun getting through us." Karl says as him, sapnap, and quackity block me off from her vision. I cover my face with a sweater paws as I start to sob harder at them. "no dont.. she'll hurt you guys." I hear dream chuckle before I hear a click. the guns cocked..

"Do you guys want to die?!" she yells as she points the gun at them, finger on the trigger. I stand up and walk through them, them immediately trying to pull me back but they stop once I wrap my arms around dream. "hide dream. your not getting hurt because of me.." I say into his chest.

I look up as him and I see a red blush covering his face. "oh so your both gay? nice to know. Fags." I feel my face go red in anger as she says that. I let go of him and pull off his hoodie and my jacket, placing them over dreams shoulders.

"shoot me then, mother." I hold my arms wide open and smile. "go ahead, put the gun to my head and pull the trigger. do it." I take one step closer. "George dont." dream says as I feel his hand on my shoulder. I push his hand off and behind my back holding up a finger as a 'hold on. I know what im doing.'

She places the gun to my head and I close my eyes as I grab her wrist and pull it behind her back, holding the gun in my hand and sitting on her back with one hand holding hers as I press the gun to the back of her neck. "my step dad was in the military and he's now a cop. he taught me everything. dont test me."

I keep her like this as I hear sirens show up, alot of people running into the room. "George! what the fuck happened?! your dad's gonna be so pisse-" he looks at what im doing. "ill take her from here. place the gun next to her for me." I nod and listen. your dad's gonna be so pisse- your dad.. dad...