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George didn’t know how long he had been in the cursed obsidian bunker. It felt like years but he knew that in reality if had probably only been a month or two. It was hard to keep track with no sun and no clock.
Dream wouldn’t let him have anything, no matter how much he complied with the Admins stupid ‘rules’ and ‘games’. The only thing Dream let him have was his goggles and George was glad for it. It covers his eyes so Dream couldn’t see the fear and disgust in them.
Looking around his cell was depressing but it was the only thing to do, he was to tired and to weak to really do much else. Dream only fed him enough to stay alive and would take him to get himself clean every four days. George felt like a pet locked in a cage with no escape.
He only had a cot and though a hole in the wall was a toilet and a sink. There used to be bars on his door but after Dream realized George physically couldn’t make it anywhere past the confines on the bunker he took them off. For the first few weeks as well there were cuffs with chains attached to the wall around his wrists but they were no longer there either.
George knew he should struggle and try to run but he felt like he was balancing on the edge of a cliff and he couldn’t see a way out. He just wants to be back at his house, but he knew Dream would never let him go back.
He wasn’t in his house for very long. It wasn’t even December yet when he had woken in the obsidian box. He longed for his friends and for the safety of his home again. He longed to hear others voices again, laughing, singing, running and just having fun.
He didn’t expect to hear others voices so soon. Especially not Tommy and Tubbo. It made him panic. What was Dream doing with these boys?
He could hear shouting(Tommy) and calm yet sadistic talking (Dream) and again more shouting (Tubbo).
George pushed himself to his feet and walked towards the door in the wall unsteadily. He stepped out of the hole and onto the floor of the ‘trophy hall’ drawing all the attention to him.
Both teens eyes widened at the sight of him. Dream looked angry that he had interrupted and it was bone chilling. His mask was either long forgotten or broken because his face was in George’s full view. George’s guess was the first as there was a few open wounds on the green mans face.
Dreams eyes shifted back to Tommy and George followed that gaze. The blonde boy (who was always too skinny for George’s liking) was thinner than George had ever seen him. He had new features, a pair of fluffy black and grey ears and a tail. The skin around his eyes and his palms had darkened creating a mask upon his face and pad like features on his hands.
Tubbo’s horns (which George had seen before) and grown in nicely along with his goat ears. He wasn’t wearing the suit George had last seen him in, instead he was wearing battle ready clothes that were already torn and tattered.
That was strange. Why would both boys come down here with Dream with no armor and no visible weapons? It didn’t make any sense to him. Why would the boys put themselves in dange-
Tommy’s discs. The damn things were down here in the vault. Dream was holding the damn discs above the boys poor head, driving him near insane and trying to have control over him.
Dream was all about control. Control over George, control over Tommy, and control over L’manberg.
George looked back at Dreams expression and felt sick. He knew that look. The way he looked at Tommy like an object, something to control. Dream would look at George like that on nights he wishes he could forget, nights where hands wandered and his body wasn’t just his anymore. George would never let Dream do that to Tommy, but one quick glance at the boy already told him what he needed to know.
Suddenly both boys were rushing at him and embracing him. Arms made their way around him tightly but his eyes didn’t waver from Dream’s. He felt sick as he gripped both boys tightly. He could hear the boys talking to him but he couldn’t concentrate on anything except protecting them from the monster that was Dream.
But he couldn’t. Even with everything in his power Dream could easily do so much more and not care what George thought. And he hated it. It made his skin crawl that Dream could so easily do unspeakable things to not only him, but to Tommy as well. Tommy who was 16 and had been though too many wars, fought too many battles that were never truly his to begin with.
Despite George’s non verbal protest the teens pulled away and turned back to the tyrant. It made George wish he could do more.
He followed them out into the large part of the hall. He watched then argue. His body nearly gave out when Dream declared he was going to take Tubbo’s last life.
He watched with his heart bleeding for the children as they were forced to say goodbye. Dream shouldn’t be able to do this. To hold Tommy hostage and use the boy like a pawn in his game.
He shouldn’t be able to checkmate them, it wasn’t a game anymore. It never was.
Tommy and Tubbo never got to be kids. What were they without each other?
As both boys stepped away from each other George made a decision. As Tubbo got closer to Dream and the elder drew back his sword, he pushed himself from where he was leaning.
And when Punz unexpectedly stepped though the portal with an army George made his shot.
He bolted from the wall, shoving Tubbo out of the way. Dreams sword slid through his abdomen with ease and he grabbed the hilt, keeping it buried within his skin.
He heard a mix of reactions, gasps and screams from the crowd, Tommy and Tubbo running towards the crowd, and Dream’s initial shock turn into rage as he watched his prey get away.
George stumbled back, falling into someones arms and getting lowered to the floor. He watched people go down the hall, following Tommy as they investigated everything. He felt somewhere within him that someone broke his cot so he couldn’t respawn there which he was grateful for.
Looking up he was met with the faces of Karl and Quackity, trying desperately to stop the blood from flowing. He silently tapped Karls thigh and held up three fingers, signaling that he had all three if his lives and that he was okay giving this one up for the boys.
In a daze of drifting into death, George watched as Tommy took two of Dream’s lives and they went to lock him away. He watched everyone celebrate as Dream was finally taken down. He watched as his friends carefully came and said goodbye to him as he finally closed his eyes. Then there was nothing, but George was okay with that. He knew he’d come back and he knew everything would start healing after that.