ㅡ bloodsucker. 「 dreamnotfound, gream 」

「 07 」

[ a/n ]
ー i'm sorry guys i haven't been updating for a hell lot of months. some of you might know about the tiktok-youtube incident i experienced on early august and had to be grounded for months. but when the restrictions were lifted, it was the start of school already so i got busy. i open my acc here and there just to cheer myself up from your comments. <3 i also haven't been updated about the recent dteam moments, like about all the smp, so i will still only focus on the circle of dream, george, sapnap, and bad.

sorry for everything but above all else, i thank all of you from the bottom of my heart, for all of the support, love, and appreciation, especially the people who sticked with me to the end and the people who helped me. <33

「 吸血鬼。」

「 3rd person pov。 」

"mommy? why do we still have these things i had when i was a child?"

"it's for the memories georgie." his mother smiled. "we keep them because whenever we see them, we are reminded of those memories only that time can hold."

"but i don't remember them anymore, i don't even remember a thing i did when i was i kid. why still keep them?"

"hmm you're right georgie. but maybe one day you'll also remember them when you see them."

"ehhh is that how it works?"

"who knows?" his mother shrugged then smiled at him with anticipation. "you have to find out. now, go on and play with the neighbor's child. clay only calms down when he sees you."

"okayyyy! oh! i got him a gift i better give it to him."

there was a bright light before george opened his eyes. he didn't remember being in a bed nor remember that he walked all the way to his house, but miraculously he woke up in his room.

"are you alright, george?" darryl sat down next to him. "i found you lying on the street while i was going home, and i was shook to the core. you were pale as hell and to see that someone lying on the street is someone i know is justー yeah..."

george rose up as bad was explaining everything that had happened. "yeah.. sorry for the trouble, darryl." he was rubbing his neck to search for the bite marks, but to darryl it looked like he was just rubbing his neck from lying down. although george did that, the bite marks were either gone or he never had them in the first place.

HOLD UP. WHAT'S WITH ME WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?? IS THIS GOOD LUCK OR BAD LUCK? WHAT THE FUCK??! I THOUGHT I DIED?? CAUSE THIS FUCKING BOOK DIED AS WELL. I DIDN'T DIE I DIDN'T DIE I DIDN'T DIE I DIDN'T DIE NOOOOOOOー

"i see that you haven't been sleeping well these days. are you okay?"

"obviously not." he chuckles. "i need to pay for my student loans and i need to pass college, and all that."

darryl stared at him, anticipating for george to say more, but the latter didn't add anymore. he sighed, before speaking.

"you need to rest. you've been handling a lot of things lately, especially that it's coming near."

"oh." was the only thing george could say. "right."

"the death anniversary of my parents."