Dream Team one shots

Pinned Down

"Stay back!" George took a step back, holding his gun out in front of them. It had been about a week and a half into this killing game. George, Bad, and Sap has agreed to split off and hunt down their target and maybe grab supplies if possible. "I'm warning you!!" He said. 'Fuck where are the others!? I can't fight him on my own..!' He thought, panicking. George took out his compass to try and check where the others were. They were about a kilometer or so away, so he couldn't really train his hopes on their help.
Taking his eyes off of Dream was his first mistake. He saw his opening and lunged at him, swinging a right hooked punch. He knocked him off balance, causing him to drop his weapon and stumble back. "Don't you know anything about facing off with someone, George??" Dream asked tauntingly. "What kind of idiot looks away from their target??" He pushed the shorter boy down to the ground. "And you REALLY think that you can just order me around, George?? That's pretty fucking rich coming from the guy that's KISSING THE GROUND." He kicked his side.
George whimpered slightly, holding his stomach. He tried to force himself back onto his feet but Dream stepped on his back to push him back down.
"The hell do you think you're going?"
"Y-You're a dead man.." he growled. "Take my life if you want, the others will make sure you're dead." He snapped.
Dream seemed amused. "That's cute." He laughed a bit. "If you're considered their strongest, I don't think they'd have much of a chance to be completely honest." He smirked. "I mean, all it took was a single punch." He said.
George turned grabbed a rock, turned slightly, and threw it directly at dreams face.
Dream backed off a bit, holding his nose. "oW, Fucking hell..!" He yelped.
George got up and grabbed his gun again. He went to turn to Dream but he already had his arm out towards him.
An arrow shot out from under his sleeve from his wrist.
George tried to block, but it was quick, hitting him in the shoulder. "aAH!!" He scream, holding his shoulder where he was hit.
Dream ran at him and grab hind him by the shoulders, pushing him down and kneeing him in the stomach.
George dropped to his knees coughing.
Dream pinned him down with his knee.
"Grr, GET THE HELL OFF ME!" He helped, struggling under his weight. Not only was Dream taller and heavier than he was, their gear drained their energy and made it difficult to breathe. He looked behind him to see the masked man reach for his weapon. He started to panic. 'No no no no no!!'
"Aw, still trying to get away~?" He coed. "There no point, ya know. Made a mistake going off on you're own." He said. " You're in the middle of god knows where, alone and in armed. Help is.." he glanced at the compass George had dropped. "About a Kilometer away, not even aware of what's happening to you. You're just a dead man walking." He smirked. "If it makes you feel better about what's about to happen, you were close, had me worried for a second, even." He snickered. "But silly me, we already know how this ends, hm~?" He hummed, as if to mock him as he pulled out his hatchet.
George looked around for anything that could help him, anything at all. He spotted something sticking out of the ground. 'What is..' he squinted to try and make out the figure. It was the knife bad had given to him as a gift. He pushed himself up and big and reached out for the knife in an attempt to grab it.
"Seriously?? You're STILL trying??" He groaned slightly, rolling his eyes. "You're a determined one, I'll give you that." He said, raising his axe above his head. "But will power alone won't get you anywhere, dear Georgie." He snickered.
"Wait, Dream, no!" He said. "CLAY STO-"
He quickly brought it down, plunging it into his neck.
He made a weird, gargling scream sound before going limp.
Dream pulled his axe out, standing back up. "It's kill or be killed, Georgie~!" He chirped, picking up his compass.
"Now for the other two.."