Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 11

Night: 5

Life Count: 495

Dream:

He couldn't do anything.

He couldn't do anything as the Wilbur held a knife to his friend's chest, pressing slightly so that a blossom of red appeared on the front of the George's blue shirt. He couldn't do anything about it as the taller man pressed his fingers deeper into the shorter boy's windpipe, making him gasp in pain.

"Stop!" He ran to help his friend, but the cloaked figure of Technoblade behind him kicked him down, little grasses cutting into Dream's face. "Please, just stop. I- I surrender."

"That's nice." Wilbur smirked at the sight of him, the Techno's foot on his neck, pinning him to the ground with ease. "But I don't care."

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, the Techno's foot on his windpipe, his wounds turning his green hoodie red. He met George's eyes, the shorter boy's brown eyes filled with agony as he tried to pry the curly haired man's fingers from his neck. Dream twisted, throwing Techno off him, and grabbing his sword, running at Wilbur as the pig-masked man stumbled backwards.

"Let him go." he growled, pointing his blade at the man's neck. "Now."

Wilbur dropped George to the ground and he slumped, limp, to the heather, the red blood staining the purple flowers. The blond man was ready when Wilbur swung at him, the two knives flashing though the air as Dream blocked, his wounds screaming. He took a step forwards, forcing Wilbur to take a step back, the arrow in his leg hurting but the sight of George, blood covering his chest, choking for air fueled his rage. He beat Wilbur back, his swings wild and angry, no precision to them whatsoever, the taller man stumbling backwards from the force of the blows.

"Leave!" Dream screamed at him as he kicked Wilbur backwards. "Get out of here!"

Wilbur looked genuinely afraid as Dream swung his sword at his head, not blocking fast enough and earning a thin cut from his eyebrow to his lip. Wilbur got up, one of his knives sheathed, his free hand holding his bleeding face, the red liquid dripping through his fingers. His face remained in that same sadistic smile he was wearing as he choked George, his eyes filled with a maniacal insanity. Dream watched as he sprinted away, leaving a small trail of blood, then turned and rushed over to George, skidding to a halt next to him and taking his small frame in his arms.

"Are- are you okay?" the George coughed out as the blond man pulled him into a gentle embrace.

"Are you serious," Dream leaned back and took in the little cuts all over George's face, the purple bruises on his neck, the red patch on his chest growing larger as the blood stained his blue shirt. "You were going to die, and yet you ask me if I'm all right?"

"Hey, I care about you, okay?" George muttered, his face turning slightly red. "Plus, you weren't doing so great either. How are your wounds?"

"Whatever is on Techno's sword, it's not good. My wound won't stop bleeding, and the ones he gave me last time only closed after a while." he winced as he twisted his head to look down at his leg, the skin already burnt and blackened, the arrow halfway stuck in his ankle. "And I guess I didn't get the arrow out of my leg yet."

"You didn't have to do that, you know." George crossed his arms and scowled, the image slightly ruined by the blood trickling from his arms, face, and chin. "You could have died, Dream."

"But you were going to die, so I had to do that." The blond haired man chucked. "Although I think we've had this argument before George, and I won."

He reached down to pull the arrow out of his leg but was interrupted by George tugging on his hoodie to get his attention. Dream looked up and into his friend's face, his brown eyes worried as he starred at something over the masked man's shoulder.