DSMP oneshots [angst/fluff]

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[Eating disorder/slight angst]

George

He woke up from a light shining at him. He opened his eyes as he sat up, the moonlight was shining directly at him. Looking at the closet who was facing the bed, he spotted himself in the mirror. The light was bright and you could see himself very clearly, very clear. He hadn't looked in the mirror for a bit of time.. The bags under his eyes were obvious, just like his sunken cheeks and eyes. His face looked ghost white, not in a healthy sense. He though back at his teenage years. He remember his face.. way different than this. He looked more alive. Happier. Better. He didn't want this. He lifted his hoodie, revealing his chest. A pale white, skinny chest. You could almost see his ribs.. But yet he still looked better in his teenage years.

Dropping on his bed he started thinking. Where'd his old self go..? This isn't him.. he used to be, stronger. More confident. Healthier. Why can't he eat? Why can't he be strong? Why does he has to be so fucking sensitive? Why was he being so clingy to Dream? He bet he needed to step away from him. He was gonna be. Maybe he needed to train stronger. For him. For Dream. For others. For himself. To please his own brain.

He wasn't him. He wasn't his own mind. He didn't want to starve, he wanted to eat. Yet he couldn't. He didn't want to be soft, he wanted to be confident. He didn't want to cry, but yet he did it anyways. In his own mind. In reality he was just staring at the mirror, at his own fucked up body. At his own bare, unhealthy chest.

After some good minutes of staring, he decided he needed some time. Some time to relax and escape everything. A hot bath would do.. He carefully got Dreams arms off him and managed to get out of his grip. He crawled off the bed and sneaked to the bathroom.

He closed the bathroom door, not locking it incase he'd pass out. The bright lights struck his eyes as he walked to the tub. Turning on the tap, he checked the temperature making sure it was nice and hot. While the water was streaming he got off his clothing and threw a look in the mirror again. In the lights he was even paler.. after dimming the lights and lighting some candles, he added soap to the water, putting his foot in the water. The water was hot and tickling his lower legs. It felt nice as he sat down. When he sunk his chest in a sharp pain appeared. He shot up again and noticed it was probably his scar. It wasn't fully healed yet.. He took a breath and sunk in again, biting his lip. He sat back and covered his crotch with his hand, incase Dream came in to check. He left the door open by a peak, looking at it Dream was still deep asleep.

After a few minutes the stinging pain in his chest turned into tickling, so he quitted biting his lip. Closing his eyes he thought about all the memories he's made. His childhood.. If he remembered this right, he still had  crown laying around somewhere. For some reason, people always seemed to like him better than the others. He received a crown without doing anything for it. People seemed to even admire him sometimes. it's not like it bothered him, the only be cared about those who were close to him. Dream. Sapnap. His family. Those are the ones you need to keep close, right? Right..?

As the time passed, he grew more sleepy.. The scene was very calming and he slowly drifted off into a sleep.