theft || DNF

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George's heart pounded erratically as he descended the stairs, each step reverberating with the weight of his actions. The air seemed thick with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the cacophony of blaring alarms that echoed through the building's labyrinthine corridors. The shrill sound of the sirens felt like they were drilling into his skull, compounding the guilt that was rapidly consuming him.

The hallways, now a twisted maze of locked doors and echoing footsteps, seemed to mock him with their complexity. George navigated them with frantic urgency, every shadow and creak amplifying his sense of dread. He was careful to avoid any encounters with the remaining guards, his movements a blur of anxiety and haste.

Finally, he reached the exit door, the one he had once slipped through so easily. He could hear the frantic shouts and hurried footsteps of the police growing closer, their presence a looming threat that urged him to escape. With a mixture of desperation and relief, George burst through the door into the chilly embrace of the night air.

The cold hit him like a wall, biting through his clothes and heightening his senses. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he scanned the parking lot, his eyes searching for any sign of Sapnap. Amidst the scattered, dimly lit cars, he spotted their getaway vehicle, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

With a surge of adrenaline, George sprinted towards the car. His movements were unsteady, his heart racing with every step. He yanked open the passenger door and slid into the seat, his hands trembling as he fumbled with the seatbelt. The tightness of the belt seemed to mirror the constriction in his chest, but he finally managed to fasten it, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sapnap glanced over, his face etched with concern as he noticed George's state. "George, are you okay? I got the stuff." His voice was calm, but the tension was palpable.

George struggled to meet his friend's eyes, the weight of his actions pressing down on him with suffocating intensity. "I... I don't know, Sapnap. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." His voice wavered, betraying the turmoil raging within him.

Sapnap placed a warm hand on George's shoulder, a gesture meant to offer comfort. "It's okay, George."

But even as Sapnap drove away from the scene, unnoticed and safe for the moment, the sadness and remorse continued to gnaw at George. The car's interior, once a refuge, now felt like a prison, each passing moment amplifying the gravity of what he had done.

The radio played softly in the background, the static connection occasionally disrupting the music. An eerie song filled the space, its lyrics a haunting echo of George's inner turmoil: "I used to love her but I had to kill her, I had to put her six feet under."

"Change the radio, Sapnap," George said abruptly, his voice sharp and urgent, breaking the oppressive silence.

"What? Why? It's a good song. Guns N' Roses is great," Sapnap responded, humming along absentmindedly.

George's frustration boiled over. "Change it! Fucking hell, it's not that hard!" His hand reached over, trembling, to hit the button.

Sapnap's expression shifted from confusion to concern as he noticed George's distress. "What's gotten into you? Why are you shouting?"

The car sped through the city streets, the neon lights and shadows casting a chaotic blur outside the windows. Sapnap's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. The silence between them was thick and suffocating.

After a tense pause, George finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sapnap... I killed Dream."

Sapnap's reaction was immediate and visceral. His eyes widened in shock, and he nearly slammed on the brakes. "George, what? Are you serious?"

He didn't need the answer to that question; the gravity of the situation was clear. George nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I didn't mean to, Sapnap. But I pulled the trigger, and now he's gone."

The confession hung heavily in the air. Sapnap sat there, stunned into silence. The weight of George's words settled over them, and the car seemed to close in around them as they drove. The bags of money in the backseat, once symbols of their planned escape, now felt like a cruel reminder of their actions.

The traffic light turned red, and Sapnap, lost in his thoughts, allowed the car to stop. He reached over and pulled George into a tight embrace, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the chaos. George's body shook with choked sobs, the tears flowing freely now.

"We will figure it out, George," Sapnap whispered, his voice gentle despite the turmoil in his own heart. He held George close, his own fears and regrets momentarily set aside in the face of his friend's pain.

As they resumed their drive through the city, the road ahead seemed uncertain and filled with shadows of their past and present. George's mind replayed the images of Dream's lifeless body, the once-vivid memories of their shared past now tainted by the tragedy of the present.

The radio continued to play, its static occasionally breaking through the unsettling lyrics. The music, once a source of comfort, now seemed like a cruel irony, mirroring George's shattered state of mind.

In the quiet of the car, the road stretched out before them, an uncertain path leading into the unknown. George's heart was heavy with the weight of his actions, the loss of a person he once held dear, and the daunting reality of what lay ahead. The journey they were on now was one of both physical escape and emotional reckoning, and as they 

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A/N

its a random short story i thought of when the song played in the car not going to lie. 

the song was 'used to love her' by guns n' roses.

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