the day he came

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george had spent so long trying to breed the bees that he'd completely forgotten about the meeting. dream would probably be annoyed. they were supposed to be meeting with a few of the other smp members to talk about technoblade, they hadn't seen him in weeks, he'd gone missing after there had been this big blow up between him and dream and no one knew what to do. everyone felt uneasy not knowing where techno was, like seeing a snake and then not knowing where it went. dream was mad at technoblade but he also blamed himself. george could tell he felt bad, he was supposed to be responsible for keeping them all safe.

it was taking him too long to get to there. he was going too slow. he needed to go faster faster fa-

george's ears were ringing, he started wretching forward, his head was spinning and everything was foggy and then there was vomit infront of him and the smell made it all worse and then he could smell blood, it was running down his face like tears, hot and sickly and his hands and knees had been scraped raw and then he vomited and vomited and vomited and then he ran out of stuff to vomit up, his stomach tightened, desperate to give him something more to bring up. then he realised he couldn't move his legs, he screamed and screamed and screamed and still all he could hear was the ringing in his ears and he called out dream's name again and again and he wasn't there. why wasn't dream there. dream was always there. he was supposed to be here.

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