dsmp age regression oneshots

cold fingers

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

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"you guys are so stupid," george says with a laugh, looking down at karl with an amused headshake. "how are you even going to get out?"

karl shrugs, he and sapnap lost in laughter as they stare up at george from the ridiculous hole they've dug, "chandler can pull us out."

"no way," the brunette refuses from where he is sitting at the top of the hole, snow saw in hand. "we made that ledge so you could climb back out."

"that's gonna collapse if we try and step..."

george cuts off the rest of their conversation, looking back over his shoulder with furrowed brows at what sounds like the distant sound of quiet cries.

he's met with the ridiculous snow mound that his friends have built by piling up all the snow from the hole they decided to dig out in the inside of their tent. then, past that, he focuses his gaze on dream's tent, squinting at the red material to see a shadow moving about on the inside.

as he focuses, the muffled crying becomes easy to listen to, and he's quick to straighten up in worry.

"george, come down!" karl's voice pulls him back in the moment, causing him to look back at the brunette.

"uhm, i will in a bit," he says, not sure if he's telling the truth. "i'm just gonna go check up on the sick idiot," he says, standing up and feeling the cold air hit his face once more after being blocked by the tent walls.

the cold feels almost hot on his skin, which is completely paradoxical, but somehow so so true. it honestly feels like burning, stinging the surface and tinting it red- which, coincidentally, is a colour used to portray heat...

"alright! don't be long babycakes," karl calls back jokily as george turns away from the tent, he and sapnap bursting out into fresh laughter whilst the brit just fondly shakes his head at the couple. he isn't sure how chandler deals with them.

he treks his way through the snow towards dream's tent, his boots making it hard to move quickly since they're so darn heavy. though, as he gets closer and the crying gets louder, he finds the motivation to move increasing swiftly, till he is speed walking through his own discomfort to get there as soon as possible.

he drops to his knees outside dream's tent, his knees cushioned by the ridiculous amount of snow, and makes quick work of unzipping the door.

he realises now, when he's so close to the sound, that it isn't exactly crying -more just a mix of whines and sniffles- but it's as close as.

"dream?" he speaks cautiously, hearing the sounds immediately cut out.

a fleeting moment passes before george gets the response of a sad sounding, "mhm?"

"are you okay?" he asks, stupidly, since the answer is obviously no. he crawls his way into the tent, closing the zip behind him to block out the cold wind. he still can't see dream, vision obstructed by the second layer.

"not really," dream sniffles back sadly.

george nods apologetically as he begins to undo his boots before realising dream can't see him and verbally replying, "alright, one minute!"