paint splattered scars || dnf

Just The Technicalities

Gonna keep this short, but thanks for all the views n shit! Comment while i read i like to know your thoughts!

This is sorta the end of this arc of the story. There's more, dw :))

TW: compulsive lying, voices, implied self harm, child neglect/emotional abuse mentions, hospitals

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Dream stares at George for a little too long, and only says something when George looks like he's starting to regret saying anything.

"Sorry, that's just- Not what I expected." He clears his throat a bit.

"Yeah- yeah, I get it. It's just that I don't want you to think I'm upset with you or that I blame you for anything. Sorry if that was out of the blue, I just-" He takes a couple of deep breath, his hand finding the stitching on his arms.

Dream nods, understanding. He's trying to tell me what he wanted to hear. "No one should be angry with anyone for their mental health," Dream says. It sounds rehearsed.

"Where'd you hear that?" George raises one eyebrow.

"Sapnap made me repeat it, like a thousand times after I insisted that he shouldn't want to be around me after my parents left-"

"What?"

Dream's stomach does a flip. "Yeah- I-" He tries to come up with something while ignoring the hallow aching feeling growing in his chest. "First time they just left for a business trip. We were young so I was mostly just embarrassed that I was afraid of the dark and wanted them to tuck me in, you know?" he chuckles.

George studies his face. "Sapnap was telling you that it's okay to have mental health problems at the ripe age of what? Ten? Come on, Dream."

Right. Stop fucking doing that and just tell the truth, you obsessive liar.

Shut the fuck up, it's your fault I do this. "Your right. I lied about that. My parents sort of just... left?"

"What about Drista?!"

"I've been taking care of her. She spends a lot of time with her friends and it's been okay for awhile. I've been eighteen since August-"

"That's like, eight weeks ago or something."

"George, we've been fine. This is something for later. We've been okay for years now."

"Fine, fine. But just- Yeah. You can tell me this. If you didn't have great parents then... Well fuck. You think I can't relate?"

"It's not that. It's just I didn't want to tell you when we first met, you know? I knew you were dealing with all sorts of your own stuff and I didn't want to dump a bunch of family stuff in you when you walked into my house for the first time after you got kicked out."

"Yeah but... Fuckin... No you're right. God, I'm not forgetting any of this shit am I?" he laughs.

Dream's face stays serious, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Thank you, George."

He opens his eyes, and wipes his face. "Why?"

"Just... For saying you don't like... hate me now. You deserve the fucking world after all this bullshit."

A smile that Dream can only describe as one fitting for a kid with a grade-school pulls at George's face. "Of course I don't hate you. I could never." George pulls Dream's face over, just to give him a small kiss on the side of his face.

"Alright," says a voice from behind them.

George nearly jumps out of the bed, and immediately regrets it, pain apparent on his face. Dream's reaction is basically the same.

"Sorry. Sorry, I just have to talk to George about all this. Technical things and whatnot..." says the doctor in his orange mask.

Dream nods, and gives George another glance before the doctor closes the door behind him.

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575 words

SHORT CHAPTER

Pinky promise I'll post an extra this week to make up for it. I just thought this length makes sense to wrap up this sort of arc in the story. THAT'S RIGHT FUCKERS IT'S NOT OVER YET. TGE ANGST AND FLUFF AND ROMANCE SHALL CONTINUE.

I hope you enjoyed this one though. We'll get a little more fun stuff coming up, I promise. And probably more than one very fluffy filler chapters.

Love y'all and thanks for everything <33