Every stranger makes me feel safer

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by dontlietomeman

by dontlietomeman

an// THIS ONE IS BASED OF DREAM SMP WARS LMAO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE POG. This was based off whenever Tommy and Dream were fighting each other with the bows and Tommy fell into the water. Just pretend Tommy didn't miss his shot.

Song inspo- I was all over her

"Every person, seems more beautiful."

Ashes. Ashes were falling everywhere. Blanketing every building, every piece of land as far as the eye could see. It looked like it was snowing a fiery haze. It was stinging George's eyes. His tears were putting out the stinging. The sounds of cackling fires around him. Buildings were on fire. Dream SMP, being burnt by every passing second.
Two men stood on the prime path. Holding bows in their hands. Ready to be shot.
Tommy stared down Dream. His bloodshot eyes, monotone to the ashes, monotone to the fear.
Tommy needed independence.
A tall man, in a brown long coat covering his shoulder pads and L'manberg suit, shouting out to the two men. Wilbur. His words echoed through George's head as George ran through the crowd of people watching the two men, until he reached the front of the group. His tears weren't noticeable unless someone stared him down. He covered his mouth with his hand and muffled the sounds coming from his mouth. Unlike the boy standing next to him, sobbing out loud, crying into his hands. Niki holding him in comfort.

George cocked his head to face Dream. Dream looked back at George and smiled slightly, pulling his white smile mask over his face. George wanted to run into Dreams arms. Wanted to stop Dream from fighting Tommy. To tell him it wasn't worth it.
Wilburs words were muffled in George's head until the final paces.

"9"

"10 paces fire."

Tommy held his bow quickly and shot it instantly, just as Dream turned his head back to face Tommy.
In George's head it went in slow motion. The bow and arrow being pulled up from Tommy's side to his face. His hand stretching back to meet the back of his ear. Two fingers latched to the feather at the end of the bow. His fingers softly letting go of the arrow and the arrow bending to fly towards Dream, leaving a soft breeze to hit Tommy's face, lifting Tommy's hair slightly. The string of the bow snapped back once the arrow was released.
The arrow flew to Dream, hitting him right in the chest. Piercing through the armor and his flesh. Gasps came from the crowd behind George. Dream looked down to his chest, the arrow sticking out of his chest. His shaky hand meeting the polished wood, he pulled it out and stared at the arrowhead, covered in his own cold blood. He looked at Tommy and fell to the ground. George screamed bloody murder, pushing Tubbo and Niki to the side running to Dream. George grasped his hands to each side of Dreams cheeks.
"Please, please look at me. You have to get up Dream." George said through his stung tears. George sucked air through his teeth, the smoke of the fire settled on his top lip.
(If you understood that Heat Waves reference right there you're elite.)
"I'm sorry, George. This isn't my last canon right..?"
"Dream, please. You have to get up."
Dream went limp in George's arms.
George's eyes went wide and he started to shake.
"No. NO! You have to get up. PLEASE!"
George started to scream. He started screaming loud enough to pierce a new born babies ears.
"It's gonna be okay! Stop ignoring me Dream, PLEASE GET UP!"
Sapnap flew to George's side, grabbing his waist to pull him away.
George's arms ungrasped Dreams body.
He desperate squirmed his arms to get back to Dreams side.
"Let me go! Let me GO NOW!"
George screamed. Louder and louder.
"ITS NOT THE END, IT CANT BE!"
Wilbur ran over to help Sapnap.
"I DONT WANT IT TO END. PLEASE!"

Y'all I'm terrible at this. How the hell do you write fan fiction 😭