George was tired of being popular. He moved to the next city to start a new life. Away from the judgemental eyes that were all over him. 𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺. He decided to disguise himself as a loner nerd. Not wanting to be the center of attention to his new school. How long can he keep up his act now that the school's popular boy befriended him? Could he stay away from those eyes he despised? 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗗 (𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 20's) #9 dreamnotfound #20 dnf #1 dreamxgeorge #1 gream #3 skephalo #2 karlnap #9 georgewastaken #15 dream #16 georgenotfound #20 bad #7 skeppy #13 technoblade #15 dsmp #1 minecraftyoutubers #10 disguise #9 mcyt #1 highschoolau

The story is not by me, it's originally by astr0nomika I decided to re-upload it here so that everyone could read it due to the situation that the fanfic has been taken down in GoodReads I took the risks to upload this, so please don't report, if anybody suggests I take it down, I will. This is a DNF fanfic, if you don't want to read it, please just pass. Side note: This is just a fanfiction, do not believe any of the events from this fanfic is from real-life events because it's not.

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]