This is part 2 of the previous story!
[Angst/blood]
George
he 'spawned' here. A dark room? He must be in what it's called, 'limbo', Sam told him about it as a kid.. If he's in limbo he must've.. died.. he looked around in a shock, it looked like a dark empty place with trees growing around. You could barely see anything, it was too dark. It was raining, in slow motion, but it was weird you didn't get wet. There were veins over the ground, who were moving, also in slow motion. It was scary, the dark creeped him out and it was too quiet. His body felt empty. There was a hole in his shirt & a hole in his chest. The hole looked bloody but it wasn't bleeding. He felt empty, his chest felt empty but his head was overflowing with thoughts. No.. nonono..!!! He couldn't have died! Why did he follow the veins.?! What was he thinking?!!
it finally hit him what has happened to him. He started crying again. He felt so.. weak.. He dropped down on his knees again. A tree beside him appeared, and the hole in his chest started burning. The rain fastened to normal speed & the sound of it was yelling in his ears. Everything felt real again for a moment, but it wasn't good. "no.. no please..!". He could only whisper, his voice was gone. "please stop.!". He continued whispering but it wasnt working and his blood started to boil. "STOP..!". He managed to yell after some minutes. Immideatly the scene went back to how it was before, the dark trees, the slowed down rain, quiet. He looked up, gasped, and took some minutes to catch his breath. never again.. Was it possible to climb the trees? He wondered.
Standing up, he put his hand on the tree. It felt slippery and there was moss growing all over it. It'd probably be way too slippery, but it was always worth trying right? He put his foot on a sticking out branch, slowly climbing up. Despite his weak body, he made it to the top. He laid down on his back and looked at the pitch black sky. It didn't even look like a sky, it was just a black hole. Hoping it was possible to sleep, he closed his eyes.
a time that felt like forever, passed. He noticed that he could feel the rain dropping down on him, but he still didn't get wet. Kind of illogical, but also not. This was all just surreal. He just wanted comfort.. he turned to lay on his belly. He wanted comfort.. peace.. His eyes watered again.
after a long time of being half asleep, he started having flashbacks. From everything that has happened. The red banquet.. The Egg.. Sam & Dream who hate eachother.. being killed.. he teared up. He has too much time to think. About everyone. Everything. He probably has a very good life compared to others, but he felt so bad.. he didn't have a hard life! He just relaxed all the time. He started crying again. He regretted everything, he just wanted things to be normal again! Despite his head who was racing, and his chest feeling empty, he cried himself to sleep.
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DSMP oneshots [angst/fluff]
Fanfictionhello!! My name is Venus, here I'll put all paragraphs of a dsmp rp server I've wrote. POV's/characters; - George - Foolish - Sam (+ third person) I hope you enjoy!