"why do you always do that?" he scoffed and looked at me in confusion, as if he didn't know what I meant. "do what?" "act like you care." ----------------------------------------------------------- !! i made the cover photo !! dreamwastaken x georgenotfound -this is fiction -respect them -clay=dream !! ik theyre cool with shipping, but if they were to ever express any type of discomfort with it i will take down this book without hesitation as well as my other books !! the last thing i want is to see them lose their friendship over this :(( pls be respectful to them and dont shove the ship in their faces, dont be weird in their streams and dont ask weird questions in their donos. its disrespectful and inconsiderate, theyre human beings. let them live <3

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]