Beauty And The Undead

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      Hello everyone! This chapter/story clip here is from a co-written story I was writing with my partner. Since it isn't really obvious from the story, I'll give a little description of the plot here. Do be warned, it could have some potentially triggering content, such as stalkers! That's kinda the big thing.

      "George Lore, the prince of his kingdom, is being stalked by a certain unnamed person (who is named, sure, but it doesn't tell that here). When he realizes a paper has gone missing from his room, paired with many other weird circumstances, he starts to worry something bigger may be going on."

      Anyways, I hope you enjoy this very short snippet! Comment on who you think the stalker is, as it is another DSMP person, just not the most traditional George-shipped kinda person.

      Have fun, and happy guessing!

                                           Doodle

      (P.S: If you see any *'s in the story, no you don't. This for sure wasn't written on discord originally, you have no proof :3)

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      "No one is afraid of the dark, they're afraid of what lurks within it."

      He couldn't remember where he'd heard the quote- it had been far too long since he'd read a book- but for some reason, it was ringing in his ears now. He'd never done something as bold as this. Sure, he'd been watching from afar, outside the vine-covered walls of the castle, blending himself into the mix-matched crowds on the street, but never had he gotten this close. Security had grown lax in the kingdom. They'd signed treaties with their surrounding worries, and crime was at an all-time low. The guards walked the outskirts of the castle at a slow pace, chatting with their mates and drinking as they made the rounds. He'd sat in a bush paralyzed for the better half of an hour after the guards' laughing had faded off, and they still hadn't made it back around.

      He'd gotten over the fear, though. He pushed to the wall and managed to make his way to the window he'd been scouting for weeks. The dense growth of vines and plants made it easy to scale the side of the building. The only hiccup he'd had was his pack of cigarettes falling from his pocket, but they hit the ground without a sound, and he kept on climbing. Standing in the room, the moonlight casting his shadow over the sleeping prince before him, he wondered why he hadn't done this sooner. The prince looked beautiful up close. He pulled himself away long enough to scout the room. It was almost the size of half his house, with instruments, art, books, and other hobbies lining the walls, tables, and shelves that occupied it. He stepped towards one of the desks, running his fingers along the edge of the chair that sat alongside it. On the table were scattered papers and whatnot, but one caught his eye. It was sitting closer to the edge of the table as if the prince had been working on it not too long ago.

      An unfinished poem. An urge overtook him as he grabbed it and pulled it to his face. His eyes scanned the paper hungrily, reading all the words before he pulled it up to his nose and sniffed. Beneath the heavy scent of the parchment and ink, there was the ever-so-faint scent of the prince's perfume. He pocketed it before he could convince himself not to. With another glance around the table, he turned back towards the sleeping royal and made his way next to the bed. He would give anything to see those beautiful eyes staring at him right now, his lips parted in a smile, arms reaching for him to join the fortress of blankets and pillows. But, alas, the prince stayed asleep, his nose twitching slightly.

      Behind him, the sun was starting to peek through the clouds, shooting rays of color around the red and blue room. He sighed to himself, knowing he had to leave before the sleeping beauty awoke. Despite his mind's protest, he leaned down and placed the faintest kiss he could muster onto the prince's forehead. It would do for now, until I was able to kiss him wherever he pleased.

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      "Gogy, you're actually going crazy. Sure, I hide your things sometimes, as a joke, but I don't hide papers, why would I hide papers? That's not what I would call a funny practical joke. Plus, I'm hardly ever in here when you aren't," Nick sighed, resting his chin on the back of the desk chair George had tossed aside, which he was now sitting backwards in.

      "Maybe you threw it away and just forgot about it. I don't read any of your things, and I don't throw away your shit, so you had to have misplaced it," The demon grinned lightly, his pointed tail swishing behind him, "Or maybe a g-g-g-g-ghost stole it!" With that, he started laughing at his own poor attempt at humor.



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      Hi! If you enjoyed this particular story, there's another connected (sort of) short story in this book. The chapter is titled 'The Hunter And The Hunted', and it's in the same vein as this, and features the George from this piece in a future situation. I hope you enjoy it if you read it!

      Have an amazing day, ya gremlin!

                                          Doodle

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