The Burning ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 15: Who is Cutting Onions?

As Sapnap pulled the arrowhead out of George's shoulder, George winced. The arrowhead was incredibly sharp and was designed like a fishing harpoon. When pulled out, it cut him even more. Sapnap wound his arm back to throw the arrowhead into a small lava pool that Dream was dipping his sword in, but George grabbed his wrist before he could.

George plucked the arrowhead out of his hand and turned it around carefully. "The craftsmanship of this thing is amazing! I'm keeping it so I can replicate it."

"You are such a nerd!" Sapnap painfully giggled, still in his awful state. Dream had previously pointed out that Sapnap was turning extremely pale, but he convinced his friends that he was fine. He felt ready to puke at any second, but they didn't need to know that.

Dream pulled his sword out of the lava, looking back at George with concern. As he walked back, he shook off the last few drops of lava left on the blade. "George, are you sure you want to do this?"

George peeled off his shirt and used his teeth to tear off a strip of fabric off of the bottom. "We don't have much choice, do we?"

George tossed the shirt off to the side, landing in Sapnap's lap. Sapnap scoffed and threw the shirt back at him. "Dude, put it back on. No one needs to see you shirtless." George set the shirt off to the side, ignoring him.

Dream sat down beside George, shaking from anxiety. "I don't know if I can do this. This is going to hurt me just as much as it'll hurt you."

George handed Dream the piece of fabric. "We'll get through it together." He sat up straight against the basalt beside Sapnap, grabbing Sapnap's hand for comfort. "I'm ready when you are."

Dream carefully positioned the blade to line up perfectly with George's arm and waited for George to give him the signal. George bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, then looked away as Dream pressed his searing hot blade against his skin. George screamed as he felt his skin melt under the blade's heat. Though it was only pressed against him for a second, he could still feel his wound cooking after the blade was removed.

"I'M SORRY!" Dream yelled as he tried to comfort George. "I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad."

George gritted his teeth and he took a few breaths to calm down. "Go again. We need to get this finished."

"I can't hurt you." Dream lowered the sword. "I just can't."

George rolled his eyes, dropped Sapnap's hand, and grabbed the sword from Dream. He pushed the blade up against his skin, his face contorting with pain as the seconds passed. Then, as he pulled the blade off of his skin, he shakily exhaled. George looked down at his shoulder, breathing hard. "Tie me up, Dream."

"Ew! George!" Sapnap teased, doing everything he could to hide how impressed he was with George. After getting his own arm burnt up, he knew what sort of pain he had to go through. And he wasn't about to let George know how impressed he was.

George laid his head back with a weak smile. He wanted to laugh at Sapnap, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything except the pain in his arm. Dream grabs the piece of fabric that George had torn earlier and gently wrapped it around his shoulder the best he could. He tried his best not to hurt George's scorched skin, feeling more and more woozy the longer he looked at it. The bleeding stopped, but his skin was now charred and the coagulated blood was painful just to look at, not to mention the smell. After tying it as tightly as he could without hurting George, he backed off and looked at him.

As George moved his head back to an upright position, he noticed Dream staring at him, making him slightly uncomfortable. "Can I help you?"