safe with me - dnf mafia au (english)

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George POV.

While I wasn't really sure how all this had happened in such a short amount of time, two hours into the 'meeting' of the two groups I found myself sitting on a table conversing with three people from the Lohocla Mafia while I occasionally sipped on an alcoholic beverage.
Apparently it was considered normal for everyone else that this actually professional meeting turned into this friendly get-together, where music played, some people danced and we talked and had fun together.
Don't even ask me how any of that happened.
I was also very confused, trust me.

Jschlatt had brought several crates of beer, many bottles of wine, champagne, sparkling wine, vodka, other drinks, several music boxes and LED lights with the explanation 'he could have seen it coming', so that it was easy for everyone to relax a bit and enjoy the evening.
A man named Foolish took over mixing the drinks, which is why I was now able to enjoy a fruity-tasting alcoholic drink.
(fruity just like every second person in the story)

Badboyhalo, his boyfriend Skeppy, and a person named Eret were standing next to (or rather in front of) me, and Bad was telling me that he and Skeppy used to work for James before they found Jschlatt.
I could even remember the day which he was talking about at that moment.

"Do you remember why he did that? Of course you don't have to answer if you don't want to talk about it."

I smiled slightly at Eret in response and gave a short sigh before drinking the rest of the liquid in my glass, trying to recall the exact details to explain what had happened.

"He... got upset that I asked him for permission to go out with a guy, if I remember correctly. I think he was still very hurt about my mother's death, so that's probably why he reacted this aggressively..."

"You don't have to make up excuses for his behavior, George... He literally hit you with a glass bottle until you fell unconscious, while having no valid reason to, other than to hurt someone weaker to make himself feel stronger.
You were just a kid..."

Bad gave me a pitying look, but my expression stayed the same.
I was already used to being treated this way by James and it became normal for me to excuse his actions. He used to be my father, after all, and a little part of me just wanted to continue forgiving him.

Skeppy scoffed slightly and shook his head as if he were upset about something.

"Of course he's homophopic too... Why hasn't Dream killed him yet? James has been locked up in his basement for a few weeks now and I don't think he should be alive for what he's done. He's just a waste of money and oxygen at this point."

"He shouldn't have to die..."

Skeppy furrowed his brows at my response and gave me a confused look before he seemed to realize something and a hint of disappointment settled over his eyes.

"Please don't tell me you still feel sorry for him. The guy literally hit you, sold you and allowed the Hawk to abuse you! He doesn't even regret doing that to you!"

"Skeppy, don't be so harsh on him..."

"No, Eret, he must understand.
George, it doesn't matter that he's your father. What he has done cannot be excused or undone. He shouldn't be kept alive anymore, quite simply. All the food and water you give him are just wasted if it's given to a literal monster..."

I didn't reply to that, but I knew deep down that he was at least a tiny bit right.
Part of me wanted to keep desperately trying to forgive James, but another part told me it was okay not to defend him this time.
He had always been a bad person.
He had always been a bad father.

We changed the subject after this conversation, and after a while we split up and talked to other people separately.
I got more time to talk with Niki and we sat down with Puffy and Minx, who seemed to be very good friends.
A while later, I was standing in a corner of the large room with Sapnap and Karl, talking to them.
That's how it went for me that night.
I met a lot of new people and saw a lot of unfamiliar faces and I thoroughly enjoyed myself while not noticing the one glass of the alcoholic beverage turning into two, then three, four, five,...

I hadn't counted how much I had actually drunk, but I wasn't the only one.
Some people could only be partially understood as they slurred instead of speaking and many of those present almost ran into individual walls instead of avoiding them.

Sap and Karl had taken a cab a while ago, which was probably because they wanted to calm down on their own after that meeting.
I didn't know exactly what they were up to, but I guessed that they just made themselves comfortable at home.

Soon I was standing by the exit leaning against a wall with a bottle of water in my hand.
Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo stood by me and made fun of my inability to tolerate the alcohol.
While the three teenagers could technically legally drink, they chose not to. Or at least not yet.
They also enjoyed themselves without any alcoholic substances in their bodies, especially when they could watch as Wilbur and Quackity began dancing theatrically, dramatically and expressionistically to the song Airplanes by B.o.B and Hayley Williams.
At the end of this astonishing, breath taking and amazing 'performance' one could almost have thought they were about to kiss, however both [as well as the audience] burst into hysterical laughter as the music ended.

"Are you feeling better now, George?"

I was watching Philza and Kristin do the macarena when Ranboo snapped me out of my thoughts.
He seemed a bit worried about me since I had gone to the three of them a few minutes earlier to complain about my headache and increasing nausea.

"Yes... Yeah, I'm getting better. I'm just a little cold..."

My gaze was a little distracted from the dancing couple as an unfamiliar figure approached us.
His hair was reddish with a few strands of white and he wore a black suit, as did many of the other men at the meeting.

Come to think of it, Eret and I were about the only ones wearing anything remotely feminine.
She wore a pink dress with strawberries embroidered on it and I wore a dark blue short pleated skirt and a black top, as I had changed before we left.
Unfortunately, I didn't expect that we would stay that late, so I didn't take a jacket with me to protect myself from the cold of the night.

The stranger's voice snapped me out of my thoughts again once he stopped right in front of me.

"Hey guys! Could I talk to George alone for a minute?"

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So I'm a bit overwhelmed by how many people are reading this rn, eh, it's more people than on the og story in German Wtf-

Hello new people :) here's a muffin as a welcome gift 🧁
Also, a muffin for everyone who was here from the start! Thx for always coming back 🧁

So anyway I actually hate this chapter a lot, but trust me, it only gets worse soon <3

Cya next chapter, ily, byeee :)))