Inner Demons [DNF]

5-Clingy

Dream pov

Dream waited for George to wake up. He still hadn't gotten any sleep, and it was beginning to take the toll on his body. It wasn't like he was going to say that to George, though.

It was honestly surprising how pretty George was when he wasn't trying to kill you. He was gentle when he slept, and looked so calm. Dream reached forward with his hand. It was white, and had no fingernail- instead being sharpened to a point. The ends of his fingers were green, which blended into the white.

He gently laced his fingers into George's brown hair and fluffed it up a bit. It was soft. Dream sat closer, poking his nose. "George," he whispered. "George, wake up." George made a tiny sound as his eyes opened. He yawned.

George looked at him, and a silence fell between them.

"...Ya like jazz?" [JKJKJKJKJKJK THAT DIDNT HAPPEN]

"George," Dream finally said. "You literally instantly tried to escape." George stared at Dream. "Do you want me to apologize? you KIDNAPPED me," Dream shook his head. "I'm confiscating you until the king-" Dream cut himself off. George stared at him, alarmed.

"...Until the king either gets dethroned or assassinated." George sighed, rubbing his face. "It's to early for this shit. Dream... That could take years. The king is good! He's one of the best kings we've had in decades!" George flopped against the bed.

Dream said nothing, then froze as a tingling sensation filled him. This early...? He curiously cocked his head. He turned, and flopped exactly like George did. George eyed him as he sat up again and went limp- this time accidentally falling forwards, off the bed. Then, Dream saw a spider.

He scuttled under the bed, pressing himself against the wall, hissing at it.

"...Dream?" George asked from on top of the bed. He slid off and crouched to see Dream riled up, looking at a spider with a death glare. George laughed softly, walking over to the spider and carefully picked it up, placing it in his palm. George then walked to the window, opened it, and put the spider on the wall of the house where it then crawled away.

George closed the window, turning to face Dream, who stared at George in shock. He got out from under the bed and sat, tail flicking. Dream had entered his clingy arc. [Ok ok ok hear me out hear me out: I WANT FLUFF NOW. also how a clingy arc works is its basically like a period for women, except instead of bleeding and getting angry they AUTISM AUTISM AUTISM and FLUFF. Also, they become somewhat animalistic lol and will protek. So in this case Dream will protect george hehe also im saying that clingy arcs happen sooner if you dont get enough sleep because yes :pp]

Abruptly, Dream's head snapped toward the door. He ran freakishly fast on all fours as he jumped on top of the staircase railing, tail swaying. He looked at George, who hesitantly followed him. Dream leaped down, and scampered away in the direction of the kitchen, George walking down the stairs, following him. 

When George entered, he saw Dream eating a bag of marshmallows with an open jar of peanut butter next to him. Dream looked up as he saw George, and flicked some marshmallows with his tail toward him, then continued eating marshmallows by the fistful. George skeptically tried one, and hummed at the sugary flavor. He at the rest Dream gave him, and without even looking at him Dream flicked over more marshmallows.

Eventually, Dream left the marshmallows alone and then ate the whole peanut butter jar, somehow not making a mess everywhere. when he finished he stared at his hands and turned to the sink, flicking the water on with his tail and washing away globs of peanut butter.

He then dried his hands by shaking them, then once more scampered off, this time into the living room. George followed, unsure of what he was supposed to do. Dream nudged him toward the couch, and George hesitantly sat. Dream left, and George got up again- then Dream turned around, returning to George to push him back down onto the couch.

George sat there awkwardly, then Dream returned with a blanket, draping it over George's lap before running off again. What the hell happened to Dream? Dream returned with another blanket, also putting it on George. He kept running off and returning with more blankets, and when he finally stopped there was eight or so on George. Dream leapt onto the arm of the couch, yawning as he curled up.

George hesitantly lifted the blanket, inviting Dream in. Dream perked up, and was quick to make himself at home on George's lap. [🫵🏳‍🌈,  🌞🧍. 🍓 🍊 🍐.]

Dream looked up at George expectantly, and George put his hand in Dream's hair, playing with it. He was uncomfortable at first. Who wouldn't be, if a full grown demon laid on your lap? Eventually, George realized Dream had fallen asleep. Good. Dream seemed pretty tired. George hugged Dream closer to his chest, realizing he smelled nice. George sniffed his hair, and started to feel his own tiredness kick in. Hadn't Dream mentioned something about when people were around him, they got tired?

George leaned back into the sofa, closing his eyes. 

As George fell asleep, his hand threaded in Dream's hair, he smiled. For the first time in a long while, he genuinely smiled.

A few hours later, Dream woke up. He saw he was... Not in his bed. Oh, god. Wait. Fuck. He was on George's lap. George's hand was in his hair. And George was... ...Sleeping. Dream calmed slightly. George said he didn't get enough sleep. Slowly, Dream shifted out of his lap, and pulled George over, settling him into Dream's lap. Dream wrapped his arms around George, burrowing his nose into George's hair. Dream didn't realize that his tail curled around George's wrist.

Dream hummed softly, tracing circles into George's arm. George sleepily opened his eyes. "Wha..." "Shh," Dream said softly, subconsciously kissing George's forehead. "Sleep." George hummed in compliance, closing his eyes. Dream held him tighter, softly rocking them back and forth. 

*sexy time skip hahahaha*

"So. Uh. Why are the marshmallows out..?" George looked up. "Oh. Yeah, you ate a shit ton of them for some reason."

Dream groaned. "Fuck. Okay... Uh, you want to watch something? I'm bored." George cocked his head. "A play?" Dream smacked his forehead with his hand. "Oh, you have no clue what TV is. C'mon."

Dream moved the blankets to the corner of the couch, and George sat down next to him. Dream smiled as an idea popped into his head. He opened up Netflix [Note: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE YOU CAN FIND THIS MOVIE. I DO NOT THINK YOU CAN ACTUALLY FIND IT ON NETFLIX.] and chose the horror movie 'Smile.' [lol  im actually so funny]

George skeptically glanced at the TV. "That's, uh, disturbing."

Dream laughed. "Nah, this is the best shit out there. We're watching it."

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