Call me 'L' - I use she/her pronouns! I like writing and mcyt, and I've made a little blog for a story of mine! Be sure to check the content warnings - Here be Dragons!
In a hybrid (modded) Minecraft/Fantasy world, Dream is a recognized dragon slayer that, unknown to the masses, can transform into a dragon. In reality, he’s never actually slain a dragon – he’s just really good at illusionary spells. Since the day he ran away from home, he has never seen another person like him. That is, until he runs into a fellow named George…
FULL STORY CONTENT WARNINGS (Spoilers!): SOFT/SAFE VORE, Vore Mentions, Mouthplay, Implied Past Child Abuse, Villain Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Implied Character Death, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Peril, Near Death Experiences, Mild Gore, Zombies, Zombification, Giant Spiders, Fear, Mild Language (this list will likely be updated)
Everything will be marked accordingly, so feel free to block tags or skip over chapters whose contents you might not enjoy. Don’t like, don’t read – it’s as simple as that! Here be dragons!
Disclaimer: I’m a female and I don’t know how to write male characters. This whole thing is kinda just writing practice / self-indulgence for me. Also, this isn’t DreamNotFound (or any kind of ship-fic for that matter) but do expect some purely platonic bromance here and there. Interpret it however you will, but it will not be overtly shippy.
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The Pilot and the False-God
A Prank of Draconic Proportions
Totem of the Seas
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Hey fellas! It's been a while! Let's see, nearly a year since my last post, and... gosh, almost two years since my last story update? That's no good! Although the last few years have been chock-full of drama in the MCYT space, especially concerning many of its biggest content creators, I hope you guys will forgive my long silence. I've managed to push through my writer's block to continue work on the last few chapters of Part III, which I hope to wrap up and begin posting by the end of this year - no definitive timeframe, though!
Announcement aside, this is a short story that I've just managed to finish, and I wanted to release it as soon as possible to let y'all know I'm not dead in the water. This story contains no dragons whatsoever unfortunately, but what it does have is worldbuilding, backstory, and the tale of how two side-characters in this world met. All things considered, this story is fairly tame, not counting an entire ship's worth of pirates being killed by sharks.
Word Count: 6,793
Content Warnings: Side Character Death, Animal Death, Near-Drowning, Peril, Blood, Sharks I guess?
Sorry if Puffy and Foolish are a little OOC, I only ever watched a few clips of them on Dream SMP (I distinctly remember the one where Foolish went mad with exhaustion while building Tubbo and Ranboo's mansion, and Puffy's "EAT THE BOOK RANBOO" spiral into insanity next to Technoblade's house) which probably wasn't enough to base a character off of, let alone two. But what's done is done, and I just hope they're close enough!
I’m not gonna beat around the bush, here. I intend to cease writing for Dragonshifter. Like several others in the MCYT G/T community by now, I’ve fallen out of interest in MCYT as a whole, and I don’t have nearly the amount of free time to write as I once had during the height of the pandemic. With many personal factors combined, I just don’t have the passion nor the will to continue it.
I wish I could reignite the spark, to recreate my zest for watching Dream’s videos, Tommy’s videos, Technoblade’s streams; I wish I remembered how to keep up with Dream SMP and enjoy every bit of it, the good and the bad, from the purest laughs to the true heartache. But I just can’t, and my muse has always been a fickle thing.
As it stands, I intend to finish Part III, and maybe also the short side-story I had been working on to be released around the same time. We’ll see how it ultimately shakes out.
Regardless, I do plan to pull back the curtain, as they say. Yep, I intend to write up a rough summary of my plans for the future parts that never were, complete with snippets of writing, where applicable. I had fully planned on a Part IV, and was in the conceptual phase of a potential Part V. And that’s not to mention the short stories that would be dropped in-between. And hey, if anyone wants to take a stab at writing those, just make sure to ping me if you do :)
Even though I don’t have the time nor will to write more for this story, I’m still immensely proud of how it turned out, and I’m so happy that you all stuck around for the ride. It’s been a journey, and I will always treasure you guys for stopping to read, like, and even comment on my silly little story.
Here’s a li’l look at the planning for the final battle in Part III - I’d say it’s a spoiler, but I think it’s fairly obvious where the story’s going in this regard, haha.
Just wanted to post this to say I am still working on the second half of Part III. It’s a bit slow-going at times, and my motivation often leaves as quickly as it comes, but there is progress being made!
I’m balancing a lot with real life right now, but I’m determined to finish Part III and deliver it to y’all as soon as possible. Love you guys!
Just because one of your chicken eggs hatched a fire breathing dragon people think you’re evil. But you’re still just a regular farmer trying to make a living while dealing with an overprotective dragon, heroes that want to kill you and fanatics who want to worship you as the new Demon Lord.
The thing you need to know about all of this, the thing that got me into all this trouble in the first place, is that chickens will sit on anything when they get broody enough. Anything. Duck eggs, goose eggs, turkey eggs, lizard eggs, egg shaped rocks, anything. Chickens aren’t smart. If it looks vaguely like an egg, they’ll plant their feathery arses on it and wait.
I noticed that there was a bigger egg under one of the broody chickens, when I checked. Of course I noticed, it was twice the size of the others. But I have geese. I figured it was a goose egg she’d found and stolen. It was about the right size, and I didn’t take it out to check the colour because that particular chicken gets very protective of her eggs. I’ve already got a scar on one hand from trying to get eggs away from her. I didn’t want a matched set.
That was a decision I regretted the moment I went out to feed the chickens and found a little blue-and-silver dragonet’s head poking out from under a very confused-looking chicken. The poor thing kept shifting around and looking under herself in a bewildered way, like she didn’t know what to do next. This particular chicken is a good mother, and she’s raised clutches of ducks and geese without any trouble – she’s even resigned to some of her children swimming – but this was too much. She didn’t object when I carefully reached in and fished out the little dragon.
It was so tiny, then. It fitted in my hand, with its little head peeking out one side and its tail looping around my wrist. Cute, too, with its big eyes and little snout turned up towards me.
That was when I made my second mistake. I decided to feed it before releasing it. Dragons are innately wild creatures, everyone knows that. They can’t be tamed. People have tried. The eggs are abandoned as soon as they are laid, and the dragonets hatch able to hunt, so they don’t even bond with their mothers. So just feeding it a little shouldn’t have been a big deal. It should have gobbled the meat and fled as soon as I loosened my grip on it and it saw the open sky.
It didn’t. As soon as I’d fed it, it fluttered up to a sunny window ledge and went to sleep. I went about my work, figuring that it’d leave in its own time.
By noon, it was sitting on my boot, squeaking pathetically. I wondered if maybe it was confused by the farmyard – they usually hatch in mountains, if the stories are right – so I took it back to the farmhouse with me and fed it again when I ate, then took some time away from the fences I should have been mending to walk it up to the hills. I found it some nice rocks, with plenty of lizards and beetles and suitable prey for something that size. It pounced on a beetle almost as soon as I put it down, and when I left it was crunching happily.
I hadn’t walked a quarter of the way back before something hit the back of my boot. The little dragon was holding on with all four claws, and when I looked down it squeaked pathetically. If possible, its eyes got even rounder.
Listen, you don’t make it as a farmer if you just let orphaned baby animals die. We hand-raise calves and lambs and ponies, set chickens to sit on abandoned eggs, or put them under the kitchen stove or by a fireplace. You don’t make a success of farming if you don’t value every animal. A good shepherd will spend all night looking for one lost sheep. So despite what was said later, it wasn’t just sentiment that made me sigh and pick up the little thing and carry it back to the farm. I am a good farmer. I don’t let orphaned babies die just because they’re a little work.
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Submitted by Anonymous:
“Hi!! I really enjoy the story you've made and totally forgot to send this when I made it (I think it was sometime before the second part was done) but this is just a little sketch I made based off the designs you made :0) Hope you like it and I'm excited to keep reading the story!”
Dude I am in LOVE with this. The accuracy of the designs paired with the beautifully detailed linework, it’s just gorgeous! also George’s grumpy little face is sending me
I can’t thank you enough for creating this, Anon!
14 notes - Posted September 26, 2022
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Chapter 35 - Dragon Hunters
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[Word Count: 2638]
[Content Warnings: Injury and Blood, Non-Graphic Treatment of Wound]
The dragons had both swiftly rushed in to snuff out the fiery monsters, all while more continued to ignite from the spawner. At every opportunity, the Enderfolk was loosing arrows that almost always met their marks, while the human would hold them frozen in place so someone else could deal with them. Before long, Sapnap had managed to fill the satchel with a couple dozen rods.
“Dream, I don’t think I can fit any more blaze rods in here,” he mentioned to the green beast, who had just been poised to strike as soon as the next wave of living infernos appeared.
“We probably have enough, then,” Dream mentioned, relaxing a bit as he knelt down further for the dark-haired man to climb up, “let’s get outta here.”
The blue dragon did the same, though his wither-scaled paw moved gingerly. It still hurt somewhat, but it also felt partially numb, and that almost worried him more.
“George, you good to fly home?” the other beast inquired suddenly, concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I think so,” George hummed, standing as he felt Bad get situated on his back, “I have no idea where we came from, though.”
“I know the way,” Dream declared, unfurling his wings, “just follow me.”
Respective wingbeats sent the two dragons soaring upwards and away from the fortress, warm thermals rising beneath them and bearing them back the way they’d come.
The red, cavern-like landscape sped past on all sides. The flight was shaping up to be just as uneventful as it had been the first time through, though the group did notice a pale, ghostlike creature floating lazily in the distance, barely visible through the thick fog. It didn’t pay the pair of dragons any mind, which was probably for the best.
Soon enough, the giant black-bricked bastion came in view once again, and the two beasts took a sharp turn to follow the bend in the cavernous terrain.
They had just barely gotten past the crumbling structure when a thunderous roar rang out all around them.
George let out a startled shriek, jostling Bad as he faltered in mid-air, frantically trying to look around to see what could have made such a sound. Was it some giant creature that they had somehow missed entirely? Was it what Dream had really been afraid of in the Nether?
The green dragon had panicked momentarily as well, slowing his flight to drop behind the other beast as he glanced quickly around for the source of the terrible roar. To his ears, it was vaguely familiar, but it had sounded nothing like George. Were there more dragons nearby?
And then, the faint snapping of a crossbow string heralded a sudden pain exploding in one of Dream’s hind legs, something hard and sharp piercing through his scales and embedding itself in his flesh.
There was a second, terrible squall – and this time, it had come from him.
“Dream!” Sapnap shouted from his back, panic and worry in his voice.
“What was that?!” he distantly registered the Enderfolk questioning.
“What happened?” George demanded.
They needed to get out of here!
“Go, just go!” the green dragon bellowed knowingly, flapping his wings to propel himself faster, thermals be damned. “Back to the portal, hurry!”
He peered behind them as they sped away, briefly catching a glimpse of two humanoid figures – one appearing mostly beige and the other one light blue. They definitely weren’t Piglins…
Up ahead, the portal was a gleaming beacon of purple that shone through the red, ember-filled haze. They were nearly home! They just had to survive a little longer, and then they’d be safe!
George glided down ahead of Dream, landing somewhat shakily, but not losing his footing this time.
The green beast came down to land beside him, but as he prepared to meet the ground, white-hot agony surged through his stricken hind leg. His wings wavered as he tried to steady himself, flapping clumsily as he descended the last several feet. As his strength gave out entirely, he ultimately crashed down hard against the uneven crimson stone underfoot.
Thankfully, the human perched on his back hadn’t fallen off despite the rough landing, instead hurriedly scrambling to climb down and figure out what was going on.
Dream didn’t get up, his aching leg stretched out to the side to avoid aggravating it further. Streaks of red glistened in the lava-light as they dripped down the once-pristine green scales.
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15 notes - Posted October 1, 2022
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Chapter 23 - Dragon Fire
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[Word Count: 2355]
[Content Warnings: Fear | Brief Smoke Inhalation]
After the Dragonshifter’s disappearance, Nick couldn’t bring himself to pick up magic again. It just wouldn’t feel right, knowing the two of them had gotten so far, only for everything to come collapsing down. He hadn’t even told his family what had happened, fearing what terrible things they might say about Clay out of ignorance.
He had only been a part of Nick’s life for a little while. And while he still cherished the memories, time marched on. No more spellcasting. No more best friend to share it with.
He spent a while trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He’d considered the town guard, but he didn’t really want to be associated with the same people that took his best friend from him. A few other small jobs came and went, but nothing really spoke to him. Finally, he took up simple sewing and stitching. His mother was already one of the best tailors in Hearthview, and with his sisters picking up the trade in order to branch out into embroidery and dressmaking, he was in a good position to learn.
As his sisters found success, the whole family would end up moving to a few other towns, each with bigger and better opportunities than the last. One way or another, they ended up in Bronzechill. It was a fairly large settlement, and business was even more booming than it had been at the prior town. It was less than a day’s walk to a large city, Knightport, which boasted a rich and thriving market district. His family was ultimately aspiring to run a market stall there, or even better, a whole brick and mortar shop!
Nick helped wherever he could. He would help with a lot of the busywork, such as pinning patterns, cutting fabrics, and stitching seams together. That wasn’t to say the rest of his family didn’t work hard, though – in fact, they were probably far more involved in the process than he was. They’d poured their hearts and souls into their work, but he could never seem to do the same.
One night, after he had retired to his room and attempted to get some embroidering practice in before bed, he faintly registered a knock at the door of his family’s home. He didn’t pay it much mind. Sometimes people would stop by late at night to see if they could get a seam mended or a hole in their clothing patched.
From the other side of the house, he could hear his mother talking to someone. Everything sounded friendly enough, so he turned his attention back to the scrap of shoddily cross-stitched fabric, leaning back in his bed as he attempted to block out all of the outside world.
He would’ve succeeded as well, had the door to his room not suddenly been pushed open. Nick quickly sat up, raising his head to regard the person standing at his bedroom door.
His eyes widened nervously.
During his family’s several moves over the last few years, he’d heard many accounts of dragon slayers across the continent. They came and went wherever they pleased, slaying dragons for profit and for glory. These people were heralded as heroes, their names being passed around with the same reverence typically reserved for deities. Many villages had tales to tell of the slayers that hunted down the dragons that had attacked them for years, complete with the typical embellishment that came alongside each retelling, of course. Usually it was easy to disprove the wild claims, or at least figure out which parts of the story had been exaggerated in the telling.
And then there was the figure known only as ‘Dream’. Whispers of this mysterious slayer had spread far beyond many of the towns he had apparently rid of dragons, and the stories that came with them were very different from the standard tall tale. The slayer was said to wear shades of green, always had the hood of his cloak pulled over his head, and was never seen without his bizarre white mask emblazoned with a smiley-face.
But the strangest part of the stories was how in-line they remained with each telling. It didn’t matter who the account came from, they all seemed to match up in one way or another – where most slayers carried swords and bows, Dream carried a wooden staff, and he felled the dragons by magical means. Additional details came and went, about how he could bring down the beasts with ease, how he could track them for miles if they somehow got away, how he never let a single one live…
And now, that same terrifying slayer was standing in the doorway to Nick’s room, staring him down with that ever-smiling mask.
“Hello,” spoke the mysterious stranger, “may I come in?”
“Uh, sure,” Nick choked out, setting his work down as he hurriedly stood up, still unable to take his eyes off of the masked figure. He was in awe at the fact that the slayer he’d heard about in so many stories was standing before him.
But there was also a small sliver of worry twisting in his chest – after all, he’d once been friends with a Dragonshifter, and he didn’t imagine that fact would go over well with this individual.
“Nice place you’ve got,” the slayer commented, the end of his staff lightly thunking against the floor as he stepped forward into the bedroom. “Your mother said you and your sisters are doing clothing, mainly dresses. Your family seems very nice.”
Nick couldn’t come up with a reply, having no idea where Dream was going with this. The way he spoke seemed off, like there was some hidden intent behind his words. The way he carried himself was just as strange, appearing far too still and deliberate for it to be natural.
“…did you ever tell them?” Dream went on after a significant pause, his head tilting slightly, his body language unreadable and unnerving.
“W-What?” the teen asked, baffled.
“About your Dragonshifter friend,” the slayer answered with a slight edge in his tone. There it was. The one thing he’d been most scared to hear brought up.
“Uh,” Nick tried to stifle his shock and confusion, aiming instead for cluelessness, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, don’t you?” the stranger’s tone lowered, and he leaned forward threateningly against his staff.
“Um,” panic bubbled to the surface as he struggled to find his words.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, Sapnap,” Dream huffed.
“I-I really don’t—” Nick had begun, only for his mind to blank as he processed what the slayer had just said. “Wait. How do you…?”
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22 notes - Posted February 12, 2022
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Chapter 24 - The Dare
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[Word Count: 2527]
[Content Warnings: SOFT/SAFE VORE, Mouthplay]
[Once more, the following chapter contains VORE – feel free to skim, skip, or block the tags ‘tw vore’ and/or ‘extreme cuddling’ if this makes you uncomfortable!]
Something was wrong. The blue dragon hadn’t paid much mind to his wings at first, whirling and flapping after his target with reckless abandon, flames breaking forth from his jaws whenever opportunity favored. The art of flight was coming much more easily to him these days, which made sky-battles like this far less one-sided, and a lot more fun. But as Dream once again whipped around to slap at one of George’s wingtips with his own, the appendage suddenly felt as though it had been struck by lightning, white-hot agony surging through his whole body for a moment.
“Dream—!” he shrieked, faltering in mid-air, before managing to even out into a glide, but that didn’t stop his wings from hurting.
“What?!” the green beast called back, circling back around to steady his flight alongside George.
“My wings,” he whined, “they hurt…”
“You should take a break, then,” Dream replied matter-of-factly, “give your wings some time to rest. Why don’t you head back to where we left Sapnap?”
The blue dragon nodded, eyes skimming over the range before managing to spot the ledge where they’d left the human. He started to bank towards it, only to realize that the other beast was veering off.
“Where are you off to?” he questioned.
“I’ll be right back, gotta check something,” was the only explanation he got, before Dream gave another powerful flap of his wings to speed away, soaring toward the direction of Aureus.
As he slowly came in to land, he saw Sapnap perk up, quickly standing to move out of George’s way. At least the human had that much common sense. Pain flashed through his body once again as he gave a couple quick wingbeats to slow his return to the ground. Soreness pulsed through them as he finally landed, tucking them back up against his sides.
“He said he had to check something,” the dragon replied, rolling his shoulders in what was almost a shrug. At that, he settled down into a sitting position, deciding not to transform back right away. In the distance, he could barely make out the winged form of Dream, now a dark speck that could easily be mistaken for a bird.
In the midst of his staring, he was startled to feel something land on one of his paws.
“Wha—Sapnap!” he yowled, glaring down at the human that had jumped onto his right paw, lying splayed across the back of it and giggling like a madman.
George sat up slightly, raising his left hand and moving it closer. He’d been about to pry Sapnap off of his other paw, but he couldn’t help but pause with uncertainty at the sight of his dark gray claws. His hands were so much larger in this form. If he wasn’t careful enough, if his grip was too loose or too tight, if he just happened to twitch wrong—
He’d apparently hesitated for too long, since he soon found the human pouncing on his raised paw, grabbing ahold of the topmost finger and leaving his legs dangling.
“Cut it out,” Geroge hissed, lowering the paw closer to the ground so Sapnap could properly stand, “you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Make me!” the human retorted challengingly, whirling about to wrap his arms around the beast’s thumb, pushing against the ground with his feet as he tugged at the scaled digit.
George blinked, stunned. Was Sapnap actually trying to wrestle with his hand? He’d seen the human play-fighting like this with Dream in his dragon form before, but George had never even considered doing the same. It was far too risky, and he hadn’t had nearly as much practice at being so careful as the other beast had.
“C’mon, fight me!” Sapnap bellowed insistently, twisting his whole body as he grappled George’s thumb. It was then that the dragon realized the position that the dark-haired man had put himself in, and he felt the faintest spark of boldness surge up within him.
He promptly tipped his paw over on top of Sapnap, effortlessly pinning him.
“Ay!” the human yelped indignantly, though he was still laughing under his breath as he squirmed under the scaled palm.
George snorted in amusement as Sapnap shoved fruitlessly against the paw holding him down, grunting with the effort. He wasn’t getting very far though – the hand was just too heavy to move, even if it wasn’t exerting enough force to do more than hold him down. At last, he slumped defeatedly against the ground.
“Geoooorge,” he wailed, “lemme uuuuuup!”
“Hah, no,” the blue beast chuckled, before glancing back towards the last place he’d seen Dream, scanning the distant sky in search of where he’d gone.
The next thing he knew, he felt a firm pinch against the side of his pointer finger, and he reeled his paw back with a loud shriek.
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Chapter 21 - Trapped Together
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[Word Count: 2620]
[Content Warnings: SOFT/SAFE VORE, Mild Fear]
[Once more, the following chapter contains VORE – feel free to skim, skip, or block the tags ‘tw vore’ and/or ‘extreme cuddling’ if this makes you uncomfortable!]
With a flickering lantern in one hand, Dream had led the other two down the dark staircase and into the connected cave. Everyone was utterly exhausted after the prolonged game that Dream had sprung on them, especially George, who had not had the hour or so to rest that the slayer had, and was already feeling phantom pains in his currently nonexistent wings and tail. At least they’d all taken the time to eat dinner before Dream got his ‘reward’.
At the base of the stone staircase, the man in green rushed several paces ahead of the other two, setting the lantern down in the center of the cave before shifting back into his dragon form. He carefully turned around on the spot, settling down and letting his legs stretch out to the side.
“Hang on,” Sapnap murmured, reaching up to untie his headband and toss it aside, also tugging off the tunic he wore with orange and yellow scales sewn into it. He was left wearing his dark trousers and long-sleeved undershirt.
“You should take off those glasses, George,” the green beast added, “and probably your amulet, too.”
The other Dragonshifter tensed a bit, but regardless obeyed, pulling his tinted glasses off of his face and removing his fire amulet, setting them alongside where Sapnap had left his own possessions.
“Alright, who first?” Dream asked, glancing between them both. George visibly shrank back, whether he meant to or not. That settled that. “Sapnap?”
The human rolled his eyes, stepping towards the dragon. It wasn’t until Dream was about to open his mouth that Sapnap suddenly jumped and landed on top of the green beast’s snout, pinning his jaws shut.
“H-Hey!” the dragon huffed, having to lift his head a bit to be able to talk – and the dark-haired man was still holding on.
“Ooohohoh, you thought!” Sapnap goaded, grinning like an idiot and kicking his dangling legs without a care in the world.
Dream let out a playful growl, angling his snout downwards and shaking his head slightly to break the human’s grip.
As soon as he’d let go to plop back onto the cave floor, the beast was swiping a paw down towards him, which Sapnap dodged without much effort. The second swing came much faster, lightly bowling the human over.
Sapnap yelped, rolling to the side to avoid the clawed hand that came down where he’d just been, and he hurriedly staggered to his feet to face the dragon.
The beast’s jaws closed over him before he’d had time to react.
As quickly as it had happened, it was still an incredibly careful and calculated move on Dream’s part, if the tongue resting between the bottom teeth and Sapnap’s legs was any indicator. In any case, he found himself pressed gently to the roof of the mouth as the world around him tilted, gravity shifting to slide him entirely into the dragon’s maw.
He struggled halfheartedly against the tongue as it proceeded to slather him in drool, answered only by a deep thrumming note that rattled his bones. The human chuckled a bit under his breath, allowing himself to relax into the soft, cradling warmth. All the while, he was carefully lapped and prodded at with nothing but necessity and care.
As the rippling movements began to slow, he knew exactly what was coming, and he promptly stretched out and went limp. There was no need for any further communication – the two of them had done this often enough that it was basically second nature.
The tongue squeezed against him as everything turned sideways, and he was swiftly swallowed up with ease and sealed away from the rest of the world.
George was at first relieved that Sapnap had gone first, wanting to savor his last few breaths of fresh, cool air before he was inevitably shoved into a cramped, sweltering, and terribly muggy space, probably for the rest of the night. Though he couldn’t fully suppress his horror at seeing the faint bulge traveling down the dragon’s throat.
Even with the knowledge that it was safe, it was still rather disturbing to watch.
“C’mon, George,” Dream called softly, his verdant eyes gleaming in the light from the lantern, “your turn.”
The other Dragonshifter stiffened as he approached the green beast, his golden-brown eyes were lowered towards the floor as he attempted to hide how scared he was. The dragon bent his head down, letting out a gentle rumble in an effort to reassure his friend.
“How do you wanna do this?” he asked. George looked up, surprised. Dream went on after a pause, “I could let you climb in on your own, or I could put you in, myself.”
“I think… I think I’ll crawl in,” the other Dragonshifter managed to choke out. The beast offered him a concerned look, but nevertheless rested his chin against the stone floor, stretching his jaws wide.
He’d had to shove down the wave of instinctual terror the moment he spotted the massive, glistening fangs, resisting every part of his being that was telling him to run as far and as fast as he could. For several seconds, he couldn’t even move, paralyzed with indecision and dread – it was a wonder he didn’t pass out.
But at last, as the dragon patiently continued to hold still, George made up his mind and approached warily.
// Sorry for the wait, I hope you all enjoy this part <3 //
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2
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Humans are complex.
They weren’t simple like nature’s animals. Those creatures who ran on their instinct, who didn’t do anything with a moral compass in mind. Doing what was needed to continue to survive.
Humans didn’t have instinct. Well.. they didn’t rely on their instinct at least. The little one he’d managed to catch seemed to snap into a primal state when it noticed he’d been watching it. The shift in manner was truly fascinating. He wanted to know more about it, wanted to get to know this one better He wasn’t going to let another mistake take this one away from him.
Humans were delicate creatures. Delicate and yet, if pushed far enough, their delicacy makes way for a lethal type of anger.
He didn’t like it when humans were mad at him.
He didn’t want this one to be mad at him anymore. He just wanted…
CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, minor character death (don’t be scared it’s not any main/side character), swearing, minor injury
// Wow. I really didn’t expect so much love on the first post- Thank you so much! I’m very flattered that my story was well received! I hope you all enjoy this part, it’s long lol //
He was hungry. No, not just hungry. Starving; he was starving. The last time he’d had something to eat was too long ago to count on one hand, and now his stomach was complaining about it in a loud, agitating way.
The only way to stop this annoying feeling, he decided, was to go out and look for something to eat.
So that he did. He had to have been looking around for hours, prowling the area in search of anything remotely appetizing. The search was beginning to grow tiring, and he lost hope that he’d find anything to eat at all.
Until he saw exactly what he wanted. It pulled up right in a vehicle, as if presenting itself to him on a silver platter, complete with a fork and knife. Excitedly, he walked closer, and closer, and closer, reaching out his cold hand until…
Oh my gosh I just realized I never made an update post on tumblr. I thought I did, but I must've forgotten.
I have an unfortunate announcement to make. My computer bluescreened and in the process, my drive got damaged. I tried taking it to a tech shop but they were not able to get any of my files off of it, which means that most of my wips are gone aside from a few I had backups of. That’s at least 150k words of writing for wips gone. Which sucks.
All hope is not lost. I paid to send in my drive to be completely taken apart to try and recover the files, but it’s expensive and will take a while. I'm opening commissions to help with that (it's not an emergency! But it'll make things easier) so expect a post about that in the next few days.
But yeah, basically all of my g/t wips are gone, so it will probably be a while before I post anything new. Sorry.
Got an update, they were unable to recover my files. My older g/t writing is permanently gone, because the only other place they were shared was in the old mcyt g/t server, which is also gone.
That really stinks, man. There’s no feeling worse than losing your work, especially when it’s entirely out of your control.
That said, I’ve adored what you were able to put out before, and I’m happy to stick around for your future works if you plan to post again - but in the meanwhile, don’t pressure yourself to replace everything you lost. Let it come in its own time, or let those past projects go, whichever you feel is best for you right now.
Take a break if you need it! Writing takes time, and we’ll still be here when/if you want to write or post more in the future. Love you, Squiddy <3
Dream is a shifter (at least from what I'm inferring based off your most recent chart update and some previous posts). Dream and Tommy are cousins, so Dream is one of two children on the bottom left of the new labeled family tree. In an earlier post you mentioned that Dream moved with his mom and brother, which confirms he has a sibling. Later in that post you mention Dream telling George about his little! brother having his first day of kindergarten. Which makes Dream the first born and therefore the shifter! (I think lol)
:)
tw: gun violence, non-sexual nudity, description of graphic violence
Glass shattering. That’s how it had started. A completely average day turned on it’s head by the sound of the front door being broken and a man screaming orders. A gun in his hand. Others started screaming, customers ran for their lives as the rest of the employees tried to help them escape. They tried to remain composed, tried to remember their training on how to deal with this safely, but the man was still there. Still shouting orders, still pointing his gun at anyone in his range of vision, now stalking the store looking for anyone he could get something from.
If you’d have asked Dream that morning if he thought he would die that day, well, he’d probably have been very, very concerned about what the question implied, but obviously he would have said no. But here he was, an armed robber in his store, some customers running and hoping to avoid the gunman, some ducking to the ground for cover, his friends all trying to help any innocent patrons while also keeping themselves alive. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t just stand by.
All of his training went out the window as he ran past anyone still in the store and directed them to the nearest exits, just praying he wouldn’t run straight into the robber, dumb luck being his only survival strategy. His employees refuted as silently as possible as to not attract the gunman’s attention, tried to convince him to let them stay to help. His little brother especially. Foolish had always been too kind for his own good. Nonetheless, he begged him to leave, along with the rest of his employees. He refused to let them die. They were his closest friends, practically his family, the people who had come to help when he took over this little store and the people who had stuck by him through thick and thin. If he had to be a martyr for them, so be it.
He had tried to get them all out. He thought he did. All his employees were accounted for, right…?
…shit, Nick. He was still in the store. Dream hadn’t seen him leave.
As quickly as he could run quietly, he tried to find Nick, only to no avail. Now, they weren’t exactly close friends, per say, but Dream would be damned if Nick had to die today. Just because he was a newer, more shy and soft spoken employee didn’t mean he deserved to be left behind with an armed robber. He turned to a different aisle, running through into an open area, just searching for any sign of his friend.
Cold metal touched his neck.
He didn’t have to move his head to know that the gun was on him. The barrel was pressing uncomfortably hard into his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He heard a gruff voice behind him tell him to lift his hands. He slowly obliged. After all, what more could he do? The man roughly patted him down, taking his wallet and phone out of his back pockets. Dream tried to think through anything he had on him. A pen in his front pocket, a pocket knife, a little notepad with his to-do list in his apron…wait a second.
He was stupid, wasn’t he?
The green switchblade was in his front right pocket. And, ok, maybe those were illegal to own, but they were damn good in a quick life-or-death situation like this one. If he timed it right, could he hit the gunman and run? Did he have time, or would he pull the trigger before then? Did he have time to think it through any further?
The hand reaching for his front pocket said no. So, he acted.
In a blur as his life flashed before his eyes, Dream’s hand came down quickly, grabbing the knife and quickly flipping the sturdy black tinted metal blade out. He thrusted his hand back as hard as he could and felt it hit something, his hand and knife quickly becoming covered in a warm, sticky liquid; but not before he heard a click from right behind his head.
***
Sapnap ran through the store. He had heard the shattering of the glass, had seen the man come in. He hadn’t understood immediately, but he knew crowd panic when he saw it. People running, screaming, crying, it all sent him back into some…unfortunate memories.
He eventually, thankfully, found someone he knew helping a small family out the employee only door in the back of the store. “Punz!” he called as loudly as he dared, trying to keep his voice low since that’s what everyone else seemed to be doing. Punz looked around for a bit before spotting him. His eyes raised and he quickly helped the family the rest of the way out before running to Sapnap. “Nick!” Punz said, voice wavering and hands shaking as they brought Sapnap into a hug. “Thank god you’re ok, you’re one of the few people i wasn’t with when this all went down.” Sapnap held onto his friend for a moment before gently pulling away and noticing that Punz looked terrified, more terrified than he’d ever seen a human look. He didn’t like seeing them like that. “Yeah, and speaking of ‘this,’ what’s going on?” “You didn’t see? Or hear?” “I saw the door break, and there was a guy. He was holding something and screaming and everyone started running, what’s going on?” Punz quickly shushed Sapnap before grabbing his wrist and guiding him to hide in a corner hidden by some shipment bins. “That guy was a robber and that thing was a gun. He’s here to fuckin mug us and kill anyone who gets in the way.”
Now, Sapnap didn’t know what the fuck a “gun” was, but he knew what kill meant. It meant he and everyone in this store were in terrible danger, he had to help people get out, what if someone was stuck in the aisles alone with a killer, what if…
his fiancés. Oh god, his fiancés. They were planning to borrow from the craft section, since Quackity had gotten some of his clothes torn and dirtied and wanted to make some new ones anyway. Were they out there? Alone? Oh god, if the thought of a relatively normal human finding and taking them was bad, the idea of a murderer finding them was so, so much worse. It made him feel sick.
He barely heard Punz’s scared whisper of his human name as he sprinted out of the corner. Punz could hide if he wanted. It was probably better for them anyway so they didn’t get hurt. But Sapnap couldn’t wait around for some killer to find his fiancés first.
***
Dream didn’t know what had happened. One second, he heard a gunshot, painfully close to his ears. He felt the heat behind his head and heard the trigger be pulled on him. He shouldn’t be alive right now. Was he even alive? Where…was he?
He felt like a little kid in a giant tent, like those parachutes that he played with in gym class. But this was bigger. Much, much bigger. It was a thicker stitching and fabric, and it was bright green, like his store uniform. Actually speaking of that, Dream realized he wasn’t actually wearing anything. He felt his face start to heat up. Well, that was…definitely pretty fuckin embarrassing, wasn’t it? Thank god he was alone wherever he was. Maybe he was dead. After all, you probably can’t take what you were wearing when you died to the afterlife. But the still warm blood on his hand from stabbing the gunman told him otherwise.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard something above him, something loud and seemingly confused. Was he crazy or did that sound like the gunman? All of a sudden, the world around him was tossed around, leaving him to helplessly flail around before he found some semblance of a way out.
There seemed to be a hole in the fabric, so without much of an idea of what else to do, he climbed for it. He made his way out into the open and saw what looked like miles of giant craft supplies. Glues, markers, scissors, fabrics, and little charms and knickknacks that seemed to go on forever. This…this was the craft aisle. He’d restocked it himself only a few days ago, but…why was it giant? He felt himself start to sweat and his hands started shaking as he fully took in the scene around him. In a panic Dream turned around, if only to not have to look at the giant supplies anymore only to see what he had crawled out of. And oh god, did he wish he had just kept looking at the craft supplies.
His work uniform. His shirt, now hundreds of times bigger than him, was unceremoniously crumpled beneath the aisle border after…whatever this was had happened to him, and he’d been stuck in it as it had been shoved around. What had happened to him? What if the gunman had done this to him? How could he have though?? Dream looked a bit farther down the floor and saw everything else he had had on him. His pants, his belt, his apron, and the necklace he had gotten from George. He carefully took the thick handmade blue and green braid that his boyfriend had made and tied it around his waist in a quick form of some cover. George had always insisted that he wear the mushroom pendant he got for Dream on the braid, it was tradition to his culture or something, and so they could match, given that George had made one for himself to hold the sword pendant Dream had sent to him. He didn’t have much from George, he’d never even met him in person, their necklaces had always been something they wore to remind themselves of the other until they could finally be together in person. Both of them rarely took it off. If there was anything he wanted to make sure he didn’t lose, it was the necklace.
The blue shiny mushroom pendant hit against his leg as he carefully walked from under the craft aisle border to the aisle he had just been in with the gunman only for his heart to practically stop. Hundreds of feet (well, feet to him) above him was the gunman, gun and bloodied knife left forgotten on the floor, as he ripped part of his shirt off and pressed it against his stab wound. A giant. Dream paled as hundreds of thoughts of what this man could do to him if he was found flashed through his mind, panic almost overtaking his mind almost enough to block out the sudden all too loud shouting…
wait, what?
***
Sapnap sprinted back to the craft aisle where he’d been trying to get for far too long. God dammit, why did he have to be such a nice person sometimes? He’d been helping people get out safely for a while, after he thought all the other employees had cleared out. But every time he thought there was no one left, someone else showed up and he couldn’t find it in him to leave someone else behind. But he still didn’t know if Karl and Quackity were ok. They had to be. He couldn’t live with himself if something had happened to them.
He was only a few aisles away when a loud bang rang out. It was somewhat familiar, he used to hear it occasionally when he lived in the forest colony he was born in. His dad had said the sounds were from hunters, humans with strange death machines that could kill an animal from far away. He explained them like over powered one handed bow and arrows. And now Sapnap had heard one in the store where his fiancés and possibly other humans were hiding.
Sapnap sprinted over full speed and froze where he stood. The robber stood right in front of him, back turned to him gun held out at open air. Sapnap could see the wall he was facing had been shot, if the minor crumbling was anything to go by. The gun in his hand was still smoking. But, why had he shot it at nothing?
Sapnap watched the man look around, mumbling incoherently and seemingly just really, really confused and then look around at the floor. Sapnap followed his eyes and it felt like his breathing stopped. Clothes. Not just any clothes, a work uniform, identical to the one he currently had on. What was that doing there? He watched the robber kick it around a bit before he saw it.
The white smiley pin on the apron and the little extra name tag that read manager. That was Dream’s. That was Dream’s uniform. Dream, who he realized he hadn’t seen leave, who he hadn’t heard anything about since the robber entered the store. He watched the man kick the uniform partially under an aisle and just shrug. He dropped the gun and physically pulled something from his side with a grunt and a wince, dropping that, too. He proceeded to take his jacket off and rip a part of the sleeve away and press it against his side, the dark fabric quickly becoming soaked and dripping with blood, Sapnap could smell it from where he stood several feet behind the man. He took that time to venture his eyes to the floor again.
A knife. That’s what the man had pulled from his side. A bright, almost neon green knife with a smiley face carved into the handle. That had to be Dream’s. Dream had stabbed the man, stabbed him good enough to cause a substantial amount of bleeding. Sapnap could guess who the man shot at.
So, where was Dream? If his knife was there, and his clothes where there for some reason, where was he? What had the robber done with him?
Sapnap ignored his anger and confusion for now. He could find Dream and make sense of all this later once the stranger with the gun was dealt with. But what could he use? There wasn’t much useful artillery in a craft aisle and the aisle next to it was where they blew up balloons for birthday parties and stuff…
wait a minute.
***
“HEY FUCKER!!”
Dream knew that voice, as loud as it was and as much as it hurt his ears at the moment, he knew that voice. Nick had always been so quiet, never really wanting to talk to people, and Dream couldn’t have even imagined him being loud moments prior, but damn if he wasn’t really loud right now. He also couldn’t have imagined how angry Nick could be.
Dream snapped his head in the direction of the scream at about the same time the gunman did, but only really Dream got to see what went down, since the second the robber turned his head, he was forcefully knocked backward with the full brute force of a helium tank to the face. He looked up farther to see Nick, face contorted in rage, face red and chest heaving, probably from having thrown a helium tank full force a moment earlier. Jesus, how strong was Nick? Dream backed up further at the thought. After all, if he had the strength to chuck a 30+ pound helium tank, what could he do to him right now?
He wanted to smack himself for thinking about that right now. Nick wouldn’t hurt him, he knew that. Sure, they didn’t know each other great, but he knew Nick was a nice guy. More than a nice guy, he was one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. Nick stayed with him after hours constantly, always helped anyone with what they needed, never complained and always did his best to work well with others. Why would he hurt Dream now? Why would he want to? But yet, the thought of drawing Nick’s attention to himself make his knees weak. He was just…so big right now. He was an absolute giant, sue him for being scared of someone who could kill him so effortlessly.
He watched Nick walk over to the robber and make sure he was unconscious, as if anyone could stay awake after getting decked that hard. He watched Nick lift the man’s head a bit and if Dream wasn’t scared enough earlier, he certainly was now. Dream could hardly breathe as he watched literal teeth fall out of the man’s mouth as Nick sat him in an upright position against the wall he had apparently shot when he hadn’t hit Dream. Along with that, he nose was broken to an absolute pulp, and his entire face was an ugly blend of purples, reds, and blacks. He watched Nick take in the damages himself and he at least looked somewhat concerned, as if he hadn’t meant to do that much damage. Dream kind of wished that was true. Nick had never seemed all that violent.
After a moment of kneeling and surveying what he’d done to the robber, he stood and walked back the way he’d come down the aisle, freezing to stare down at Dream’s knife. After a few moments of hesitation and an expression that Dream couldn’t quite read, he knelt down to take it and, after a few seconds of looking it over, flipped the switch to slide the blade back in.
“…Dream? Are you here? Are you ok?” Nick asked, sounding concerned. He kept looking around as if Dream would just appear out of nowhere at his call, never thinking to look down. Of course not, why should he? No rational person would assume the person they were looking for was all of a sudden mere inches tall for no reason. And as Dream heard Nick call out his name over and over, sounding more frantic every time, he hesitated. He knew he should want to go out there, he knew his friend would help him through whatever had happened. But something kept him where he was, hiding under the aisle.
Fear. He knew it was fear, plain and simple. Thousands of worst case scenarios came to the forefront of his mind as he watched Nick pace up and down the aisle, and he couldn’t bring himself to step out where he could be seen.
How could he know what Nick would do? How could he guess how Nick would react to…this? How could he be sure he wouldn’t regret it? He liked Nick a lot, he really did, but he’d be putting his life and his well-being in the hands of another person, and there wasn’t a single person he thought he could trust enough to do that with, not right now, now while he felt so…vulnerable. So, he stayed put, and watched Nick sigh and give up, pulling out his phone. It took him a few seconds of muttering to himself before he seemingly remembered something and tapped at his phone a few times. He put it up to his ear and Dream could only watch helplessly as Nick reported everything that had happened to who he could only assume was the 911 operator. He seemed to move past the initial break in pretty quickly, so someone else had already probably called about that, but he listened in on how Nick reportedly “captured” the gunman and how his friend was missing.
It took a lot not to break down then and there as Dream listened to Nick recite everything he knew into the phone. Gunshot in the wall, clothes on the floor, his knife in the side of the assailant, and no sign of him beyond that. He heard tears start to threaten Nick’s voice as he continued and repeated the confusing details, probably at the request of the operator. Dream was sure he’d be on the news by the next morning at the very latest, once the relatively small town learned that the owner of one of the most popular stores in the area was missing. God, when his mom found out he was alive and ok, she’d kill him. He didn’t want to make her worry this much.
…Well, that is, if she ever found out he was alive and ok. He didn’t know if this was temporary, or if it could ever even be reversed, or if he’d just keep shrinking until he disappeared or something horrifying like that. Maybe someone he knew would accidentally step on him or squish him if they didn’t notice him at his new size. Then maybe it would be a good idea for his friends and family to think he mysteriously disappeared, so they couldn’t blame themselves. He tried not to let his thoughts on that particular matter go any farther. Instead he put his focus back on Nick, and saw him make his way into the craft aisle as the operator seemed to take over talking, Nick only responding every once in a while with a nod or a hum. He seemed to be searching the aisles for something, which seemed…odd, given the circumstances.
It was only when Dream heard quiet, almost inaudible voices that Nick turned slightly away from him and towards the noise, apparently having heard it himself. Or maybe he was hearing the operator’s voice and Nick was looking random places and he was losing his mind. He wouldn’t be too surprised after what had just happened. He was already tiny, why not add a little bit of hysteria and insanity on top? Dream watched as Nick started to move some boxes on a higher shelf, and he seemed to find what he was looking for. His eyes went wide as he quickly stuck his phone between his shoulder and head and turned fully to the shelf, lifting both hands high and seemingly taking something.
Dream saw the tears from before start to pour from his eyes as he pulled whatever it was down from the shelf and held it up to his face, and Dream thought he could hear Nick whispering quiet reassurances to it before moving it to one hand and pressing it against his chest and picking the phone back up. He quickly turned his back to Dream as he continued down the aisle, and Dream could only catch a glimpse of…a tail? Did he really see a tail sticking out from Nick’s fingers? Whatever, if Nick had a pet mouse of something in the store, that was none of his business. Not right now, anyway.
As soon as he was sure Nick was far enough away, he walked into the craft aisle, looking around the various strings and fabrics. He sighed and made his way over to their scrap pile, finding himself a long green sheet. Foolish had always made fun of him for wearing predominately bright green, but what could he say, he had a brand. Besides, for the time being, he was stuck like this, and he’d rather not be completely indecent. And after all, this was his store, he knew where the necessities were, all he had to do was survive until this wore off. It was gonna wear off. It had to wear off eventually, he couldn’t spend the rest of his life like this. He didn’t know what he’d do if he could never return to his old life. But that was a thought for a far later, more desperate Dream, because this was only the beginning. He’d start to be concerned at the permanent nature of this if he wasn’t normal again in a few days. He’ll have an existential crisis about how all this happened later. For the time being, he had to stay positive, he couldn’t afford to panic when everything and everyone could so easily kill him. He needed gear, things to hold supplies, someplace to call a base for the time being, he had so much to do. But…not before clothes, those should probably come first.
i speedran this, and wrote most of it at 4am so enjoy <3
i love this au so much, it has consumed my entire life
also go look at this cool fanart sprite made, here and here <33
please head the warnings ! this is pretty dark :,D
warnings : fear , unintentional fear play , fear of dying , fear of being eaten / killed , intentional fear play , angst , swearing , panic attacks , gore , major injuries , minor injuries , blood , injuries , mentioned vore , mentioned fatal vore (none happen) , minor character death , character death , death ,
Three days it took Tubbo to get to Brighton. Three days, five buses, two taxis, and one train ride to get to Tommy’s foster house.
It took all his stash to get there, he only has ten bucks left.
He leans back against the seat. Strange new car smell. Like the airport, if he had enough money he would have taken a flight in a heartbeat. That way there might have been a chance that his friends were alive. He’s in an uber right now, the lady keeps looking back at him in the mirror.
“You know… Kid.” She starts, coughing. Breaking the silence. “You don’t have to do this you know? You can get help.”
Tubbo frowns, what the fuck is she on about? He shifts in his seat, tugging at the seatbelt. It’s grazing at his neck.
“–There’re places out there you can go to. You don’t have to go to a giant.” She stresses again, and she actually sounds sad. For reasons Tubbo has no idea.
“Uh, what do you mean?” He asks, bunching up his shoulders. “I don’t really understand…?”
Her eyes flash to him in the mirror. “You’re a runaway, right?”
He nods. It’s not that hard to tell. His too-large coat and bag are a big give away, no one else before actually cared enough to address it though. Most didn’t even want to look at him.
“What I’m saying is you don’t have to… end your life this way. People can help you.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh, no no.” He shakes his hands rapidly. “No. I have a friend here that I’m visiting around here. That’s all!” He puts on his widest smile, it almost stings at how tight it is. But it doesn’t seem to fool her much though.
She bites her lip and turns away, the car rolls to a stop. “Alright.” She keeps the engine running.
“I’m not suicidal.” He says a bit more direct. The lady doesn’t answer, her hands tighten around the wheel.
He’s not suicidal but it is a suicide mission. And a pointless one at that.
Tubbo bites down on his hand, masking a sob. Tommy’s dead, Ranboo too. They both stopped answering his messages right after Ranboo went to that fucking house. Gone. Nothing, nothing left of his friends. They were meant to meet up all together in a few months, gods.
When he called Tommy’s phone but it wouldn’t even fucking go through, instead of a robotic voice telling him ‘the person you have called is unavailable right now, call back and try again’ or some utter bullshit–It wouldn’t go through. It would ring for a few seconds and cut off again and again and again.
He takes a shaky breath in, his fists clench at his side.
Ranboo and Tommy are dead, that stupid fucking giant family killed them.
He gets out of the car, grabs his crutches out from beside him. they have bees on them too :D
“Do you need any help with that, hun?”
He sends a shaky smile her way, “No thanks, I’m all good.”
Tubbo lets out shaky breath, puffs of air float in the wind. He curls his jacket further around himself. He grabbed the thickest one from his parents closest, it seemed like a good idea at the time. The fabric felt thick enough and it had fur stitched onto the hood.
He shivers, but its done jack shit to stop the cold.
He curls it closer to around his body. Another chill breeze passes by.
He ‘walks’ up to the door, the car drives away and hes left alone. He gets up the entire way, tears falling down his face and onto the pavement. Tubbo hair sticks to his right side. He grimaces and tucks it out of the way of his eye so he can actually see where he’s going. He bends his arm inwards to rest against his breast pocket. There’s the heavy weight of his knife, he breaths a sigh of relief before continuing onwards.
Occasionally a car with an unnaturally large engine passes and Tubbo cant help but flinch. Thankfully it doesn’t pull into the drive, instead disappearing at the end of the street.
He puffs out more air, he quickens his pace.
More thuds, he tries his best to walk faster. A gasp from behind him but the footsteps stop.
ranboo is walking to try and talk to tommy because he also hasnt returned his calls :( but he spots tubbo and stops
He whips around, already reaching for the knife. Shoes fill his vision, but they don’t come any closer, maybe the fucker can smell his knife.
Not like it will even do anything.
He pulls it out, gritting his teeth. The metal shines in the light. He doesn’t bother looking up at the face, he can’t. He can’t chicken out.
He’s quite and hesitant but then eh builds up to it. He screams at him that his friends are dead all because of them, “So just try and take me, I’ll fucking take you down with me.”
He lost Tommy and Ranboo, there’s nothing else left for him here.
“Just try and fucking kill me.”
The giant kneels, he shuffles back. Preparing for a hand to wrap around him. He’ll make sure to stab deep into its finger.
“… Tubbo?”
No.
Tubbo shakes his head, he takes another large step back.
“Tubbo! Can you hear me?
ranboo and tubbo finally meet! yay. oh wait
tubbo doesnt believe it for a while, he shuts down.
he doesnt trust himself, he thinks he’s hallucinating
he turns the knife on ranboo but it isnt going to do anything
sbi hear the noise (they dont let wilbur come to the door though) and break up the fight.
but.. more giants is not a good idea
tubbo breaks down even more because now he’s lost his only friend (ouch)
he only kind of calms down when techno gets tommy
but that also doesnt go well
it ends with tommy refusing to run away with tubbo, he is trying
the rest of the au:
tommy slowly becomes more comfortable with sbi (first techno, then phil, and eventually wilbur– except it is always a rocky relationship)
tubbo also gets more comfortable around giants (but obviously not fully, that trauma doesnt just dissapear with hugs)
eventually they work everything out and everyone is sort of friends
fluffy noms happen :D
phil and kristin noms can happen too? kristin walks in on either techno or wilbur nomming tommy and gets (rightfully) freaked the fuck out.
she runs to phil and he explains
she takes it pretty well. later on she gets curious and asks phil to nom her :D phil almost breaks down :D
im not sure what else to add just, good times from here on out ig?
Damn, I’m real bummed you weren’t able to continue this one - but I’m grateful for what you put out regardless, and I’m glad to have been there to watch this world grow with each ask, chapter, and side story.
I wish you luck in your future writing projects. You’re gonna do great things, Puzzle!
hellu! is it ok if we get phil being protective of tommy and noming him? (with consent) and if not techno cuddles? (au is getin a bit sad so fluff plz? if not its fine have a good night my dude :) )
this has been sitting in my askbox for so long, really sorry (this is from last year oof)
in the same breath i would like to apologise for this being really rushed :,)
anyways hope you like it! i hope it turned out happy enough in the end.
enjoy!!
(yeahh really sorry about that, ill try to pack more nice stuff in soon)
warnings : soft safe platonic nonsexual vore , fatal vore is alluded to , fear , panic attack / sensory overload , negative self talk , what could be describe as self harming behaviors ? fear of dying , fear of being eaten , angst ( more like hurt / comfort i promise ) i swear its nicer than what it says on the tin
Like maybe sapnap had warmed up to the siren a bit more and the three are just hanging out in the ocean and then a storm or sharks or whatever danger and George has to eat both of them, which causes sapnap to freak out completely and maybe attack George’s stomach or throat before Dream has a chance to calm him down and reassure him
Or that’s just an idea I had with it, I just want to see more wherever you choose to take it, I just love this au lol
This is a wild coincidence, because I actually started writing part of this scene before I got this ask and it ended up being pretty similar :D
I still haven’t decided if this will be the canon way Sapnap will learn about the noms, but this is definitely one possible way. It’ll either be like this scene, or a scene where only Dream gets nommed, but I’m still deciding what would work best with the plot (there isn’t too much plot in this au lol but yeah I’m still choosing which way will be canon.)
So I’m...actually kinda nervous about posting this, which is part of the reason why it took a while. This is the first time I’ve posted a fully-written vore story (not just a bunch of snippets from a scene) and I’m gonna be honest, I like writing it but I don’t read much of it, so it’s not too descriptive. Also, usually in the vore stories I’ve read, all the characters are chill with noms once they learn that it’s safe, but that...isn’t exactly the case here and it kinda deals with having to explain noms and why someone likes them, which isn’t something I’ve really seen written before.
The only context needed for this story is that George noms Dream somewhat frequently now (not just for protection purposes) and Sapnap has no idea this is going on. He trusts the mer now, sorta, but he’s still wary around George, and he still carries dive knives just in case George (or something else) tries to cause problems.
Word Count: 2,938 (wow, it felt like a lot longer while writing this lol)
Warnings for unwilling vore, negative talk about vore (idk how to describe it, but Sap’s not a fan of the noms at first), panic, mentions of blood, death, drowning, and stomach acid (none actually happen).
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It was an emergency situation, and it happened without warning.
Dream had been swimming through the reef, poking at a crab and doing his best to convince it to step out into the open so that Sapnap could see it, when Sapnap had suddenly jerked back and stared at the open ocean behind him with wide eyes. Dream twists around just in time for George’s fingers to curl around him and pull him closer.
He nearly opens his mouth to ask what was wrong, because George looks spooked, with his ear-fins flared out and his bioluminescent freckles glowing brightly, but he switches to gesturing wildly with his hands instead once he remembered that they’re underwater.
George lets out a loud, quick whistle, blinking at Dream once before opening his mouth and stuffing him in.
Dream instinctively squirms for a second as the mer swallows the water, but he forces himself to stop, instead choosing to reach up and pat the roof of George’s mouth to let George know he’s okay.
Something must be wrong, otherwise he would’ve just brought me up to the surface. Could there be a boat? An approaching storm?
George swallows again, sending Dream down into his glowing throat. Dream’s used to the feeling by now, and it doesn’t take long before he tumbles into the pouch. He doesn’t even bother to stand up; the warm seawater nearly reaches his armpits when sitting down, but whatever, he was already soaked from swimming anyways.
He guesses George is probably going to take him to the underwater cave and spit him up there to explain, because-
Holy shit, wait, SAPNAP.
Dream scrambles to his feet, nearly slipping and falling over again as he frantically pats his hand against the “wall” of the pouch.
“Wait, wait, don’t leave Sapnap!” Dream shouts. “Don’t- explain it to him, you have to explain it to him and take him with us! You can’t leave him!”
Oh fuck, Sapnap probably thinks George just ATE me. We have- we can’t leave him behind, he’d be in danger, but George will either have to convince him to be swallowed or find another way to bring him with us.
No, no, this is NOT how I wanted this to go.
George lets out a low rumble; Dream hopes that’s an agreement and not a “no.” He has no choice but to sit down, wrap his arms around himself, and hope that this all works out okay.
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Sapnap is terrified. He has no clue what the hell just happened. One second he and Dream were just swimming around the reef, and the next second the mer had lunged straight for his best friend and stuffed him into his mouth.
He panics, fighting the urge to spit out curse words as the mer flicks his tail and drifts away slightly; he frantically kicks his legs and goes up to the surface to suck in a breath.
He isn't even sure if he's mad at the mer for betraying them or just scared. Probably some combination of the two.
From above the surface, he sees the mer swallow. The mer swallows Dream. Sapnap takes a deep breath and then dives below the surface, heading straight for the mer's tail.
George cares about his fins. Maybe I can threaten him, threaten to slice one to force him to spit Dream-
George's tail moves to the side as he starts to turn around, making Sapnap spin as he’s tugged along with the current for a moment. The mer looks around, reaching for Sapnap the second he spots him.
Sapnap tugs out his longer dive knife, trying and failing to hit the closest fin. George hisses and grabs him in a tight fist, rising above the water with Sapnap in his hand.
Sapnap squirms, but he’s hardly able to move. The mer glances around, looking almost nervous before his gaze returns to Sapnap.
“Drop the knife,” George snarls, leaning closer. “You don’t need it, you’re safe, drop it.”
If I’m safe, why the hell are you SNARLING at me? The mer looks agitated, almost frustrated. Sapnap sure as hell doesn’t trust him.
“Let Dream go,” Sapnap blurts out, tightening his grip on his knife. “Let him go and I won’t stab you.”
“He’s safer in there than out here, Sap. Drop the knife,” George repeats, humming deep in his throat. His siren’s call weaves through his words and starts to tangle around Sapnap. “Drop it.”
Sapnap’s grip loosens, and George is able to tug the knife out of his grip. He helplessly watches it splash into the ocean below.
I have my spare knife, but I won’t be able to unsheathe it before he kills me.
George starts to speak, but he pauses, ear fins sticking up as he glances to the side.
“You’re safe,” he repeats, before stuffing Sapnap into his mouth.
Sapnap yelps, instantly trying to wriggle free. The- the tongue curls around him and pulls him back as the jaws around him snap shut.
The world sways as the mer instantly dives; clearly, something must’ve spooked him away from the surface.
The tongue keeps moving around, coating him in saliva. Every time he bumps against George’s fangs he flinches, knowing that he’s about to be bitten in half.
It- he- oh fuck, NO, no no no-
George already SWALLOWED him. I was hoping Dream might still be in his mouth, but he’s NOT HERE.
Which- which means-
This means Dream is DEAD.
If it wasn’t so dark in here, would I be able to see his BLOOD staining George’s fangs?
George bit him, killed him, and now he’s going to do it to ME.
He reaches for his knife, trying to pull it out, but his fingers are too slippery. The tongue curls around him again, holding him in place as the mer swallows once.
The second time the mer swallows, the tongue brings him back to the throat.
Now Sapnap can see that George’s throat is glowing blue, showing him exactly where he’s about to end up. It’s almost worse, being able to see what’s happening.
Another swallow, and he’s dragged down into the blue light. All his attempts at squirming are useless. It’s tight, too tight, he can’t-
He falls into an open area, trying to stand before falling over again. He’s immediately tackled from behind, and he knows these arms.
Dream!
He twists around in the clumsy hug, desperately clinging to Dream, finally letting out a strangled sob.
“I- you-“ Sapnap shudders, tightening his grip on Dream. “Fuck, you were dead, I was so sure of it.”
“I’m okay, I’m okay.” Dream sounds panicked, but he’s petting the top of Sapnap’s slimy head in an effort to calm him down, running his fingers through spit-soaked hair. “We’re safe in here.”
In here.
Sapnap jerks away from Dream, glancing around. The- the place they’re in is alive, walls speckled with glowing blue dots, almost like freckles.
He refuses to call it a stomach, because he’s barely keeping himself from breaking down into tears again and thinking about it is just gonna make things worse.
There’s no exit that they can access. Sapnap feels his breaths becoming shallower as he frantically studies the “room.”
“Hey, Sap, calm down,” Dream murmurs, moving closer. “We’re not in any danger. I-“
“He just fucking ate us, Dream, there’s no way that could be anything but dangerous!” Sapnap aims a kick at the wall, but Dream grabs his arm and drags him back. “Dream! I know you trust him, but you have to draw the line somewhere, and this is where that fucking line should be!”
“He’s going to let us go,” Dream insists, looking determined even though he leans away like Sapnap had just slapped him. “This is safe. Just...just sit down-“
“I’m not gonna just sit around and wait for us to die,” Sapnap spits, clenching his fists. “The hell do you mean, it’s safe? It’s obviously fucking not.”
“We aren’t in his stomach,” Dream slowly explains. “We’re in a- a pouch. For baby mer and stuff. We’re safe here.”
“Let me guess, he told you that?” Sapnap asks. “He was trying to trick you Dream, look around and tell me this isn’t a stomach.”
Dream frowns at him. Sapnap turns his attention back to the “room.”
He- he isn’t mad at Dream. Sapnap knows if their roles were switched, he’d probably want to believe that George wasn’t going to hurt them. That this was a misunderstanding and not a betrayal.
But he isn’t Dream. No, he’s protecting Dream. And he’s willing to do whatever’s necessary to keep his friend alive.
He reaches for the dive knife strapped to his leg. Dream looks confused before his eyes widen and he lets out a horrified sound.
Sapnap moves quickly, but Dream is faster. Dream lunges forward and practically tackles him before he can get the knife out of its sheath.
Sapnap yelps, trying to shove Dream away. He slips and they both lose their balance and splash in the wa- into the stomach acid they’ve been standing in.
Sapnap frantically tries to get up, but the second he does, Dream gets an arm around his chest and pulls him close to keep him in place.
“Sap, give me the knife,” Dream insists. Sapnap tries to pull the knife free to use it, but Dream grabs onto his wrist.
First George, and now Dream too? Can I not trust ANYONE? What is going ON?
“Please,” Dream begs. “If not for George’s sake, then do it for ours.”
“Why?” Sapnap practically growls the words. “We can force him to let us go, he-“
“We’re deep underwater, with no safe way to swim back up,” Dream explains. “Even if we got out, we’d just drown. So just stop messing with the knife and listen to me.”
Sapnap falters. He doesn’t let Dream take the knife, but he does stop trying to unsheathe it for now.
He’s right. We have to wait until the right time.
Next time George surfaces, then. If we’re able to tell when he’s above water.
Dream lets out a sigh, sitting down. Sapnap hesitantly joins him. The liquid’s a bit more shallow than he’d expected, and he’s kinda surprised there’s no burning feeling yet.
“We’re safe,” Dream repeats. “He’ll spit us out once it’s safe for us to come out.”
“How can you be so sure?” Sapnap asks. “It could be a lie. Or...sure, let’s assume he’s trying to protect us. Good intentions won’t magically make his stomach safe for us.”
“Not his stomach,” Dream murmurs. “Hatchling pouch. For babies, not food.”
“What, have you fucking talked to him about this before?” Sapnap asks, spreading his arms. “Did he promise ‘oh, don’t worry, if I ever fucking eat you you’re actually safe!’ You can’t believe that!”
Dream squeezes his eyes shut. Sapnap stands back up, looking up at the closed hole he fell through to enter the stomach; there’s no chance of climbing back up there, the walls are too slippery and steep.
“C’mon, Dream, we have to try,” Sapnap begs. “We have to do something.”
“What if...” Dream voice is almost too quiet to hear. “Um. What if I said I didn’t mind being in here? We can wait-“
“What the- we have to get out before we die!” Sapnap reaches for him but he leans away. “It’s too danger-“
“It’s safe!” Dream snaps, hunching his shoulders. “Trust me, trust me, I know it’s safe.”
“How?” Sapnap asks. “He could be lying, or even if he isn’t, we’re humans. We aren’t mer. It still probably isn’t-”
“Because I’ve been in here before, okay?” Dream blurts out, expression unreadable.
Sapnap freezes. He’s horribly confused, did he mishear that? But...
“That isn’t funny,” he eventually says, in the hopes that this is a joke. Dream looks down at the liquid pooled around their legs.
“...Sap.” His voice is weak. “Just...please. Say what you’re gonna say. I know...”
Dream lets out a shaky breath, hands clenching into fists. He refuses to make eye contact. When Sapnap doesn’t say anything, he eventually speaks up again.
“Whatever. Nevermind. I don’t care. Just....” Dream huffs. “I know you think-”
“I- I don’t really understand what you were saying,” Sapnap says. “Like...okay, wait, so he’s fucking eaten you before, and he let you go?”
Dream nods. Sapnap lets out a shaky breath and sits back down next to Dream.
“That...okay,” Sapnap says, after a minute. “So he- he’s done this before, to protect you or whatever, and you were fine?”
Dream nods again. Sapnap lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, Dream is still watching him warily.
Why?
Dream is fidgeting, opening and closing his mouth. He still seems to have something to say. Sapnap stays quiet, giving him time to speak.
“It- not always,” Dream whispers. “It isn’t always to protect me.”
Sapnap blinks, a bit confused.
“I, um- this.” Dream gestures to the pouch. “I’ve been in here...multiple times.”
Sapnap frowns. “Why? How often has he needed to hide you? You need to find better ways to avoid storms and-”
Dream lets out a shuddering breath. “It was...agreed. We both chose to do it outside of the protective situations.”
Sapnap stiffens. So does Dream.
“Why- why would you put yourself at risk like that?” Sapnap asks. “You- if- I would never know what happened to you.”
“It’s safe,” Dream repeats, for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m not in danger, George knows what he’s doing. He-“
“Even if he’s careful with- with this, things can go wrong.” Sapnap grabs onto Dream’s arms. “Have you forgotten how reckless he used to be with you? I remember you coming home with bruises, Dream. You used to be terrified of him.”
“Used to be,” Dream says. “He-”
“He isn’t human. If this is a pouch and not a stomach, it’s meant for mers. He doesn’t know if this is actually safe for you. And- why?” Sapnap asks. “Why are you letting him do this to you? You said you agreed, but why? Why the fuck are you letting him eat you?”
“I- it-“ Dream shivers. “It isn’t bad, being in here. It’s...kinda the opposite.”
Sapnap wants to ask him how the hell he could find this enjoyable. It’s terrifying. Instead, he sucks in a breath and forces himself to wait.
Dream looks scared. Sapnap doesn’t want that, didn’t want to hurt Dream. He just wanted an explanation.
An explanation...
“Why do you like it?” Sapnap asks, this time keeping any kind of shock or worry out of his voice. Trying to ask Dream just like he’d ask Dream about anything else.
Dream blinks at him. “Um...”
He looks nervous, like he thinks Sapnap is tricking him. The realization makes Sapnap want to cry, or maybe go back in time and slap himself in the face.
I think I fucked up.
How do I prove to him that I’m not just asking him this to...to judge him or mock him or something?
“I’ll go first,” Sapnap blurts out, immediately regretting it. “I- I’ll say something I could like about this...”
Don’t make this a joke, do NOT make this a joke. Don’t mess this up.
“Um...” What is there to like about being in here? “It’s definitely warmer than swimming in the ocean. Could be nice, like a warm bath, I guess?”
He glances at Dream. Dream still looks confused, but he seems more relaxed.
“Your turn,” Sapnap says. Dream studies him for a moment, then looks up at the faintly glowing ceiling.
“I like the lights,” Dream admits, voice soft. “They’re pre- they’re nice.”
Sapnap nods. That makes sense, and it explains why Dream would like being in here. Dream likes the stars; this is like his own personal set of constellations. Still not worth risking his life for, but...Sapnap will talk with George, figure out how dangerous this is. Maybe threaten the mer, if that’s what it takes to keep his friend safe.
If doing this is too risky, if it seems like Dream’s life is in danger, Sapnap’ll talk to him about it and try to convince him not to let the mer fucking eat him anymore. If it isn’t...
He doesn’t understand fully why Dream thinks this is worth the risk, and he’s not sure if Dream is sharing all the details. But...that’s not exactly Sapnap’s business. As long as he’s safe, Dream can do whatever weird shit he wants, and Sapnap wouldn’t say anything about it.
Does this classify as weird shit? It’s apparently natural to George.
“Um...” Sapnap clears his throat. “So how long are we stuck here?”
Dream blinks at him, fidgeting with his own hands. It takes him a second to respond. “That’s up to George; he’ll let us out when it’s safe.”
Sapnap frowns, but he decides not to say anything. Dream stands up and moves to the side, running his hand along the textured wall for a moment before patting on it.
“George?” He calls, patting the walls again. “Uh, we’re all good in here. Everything okay out there?”
The giant mer lets out a whistle, sounding almost like a dolphin. A spot on one of the pouch walls pushes in slightly for a second; Dream reaches over and taps that spot.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re here, no need to poke us.” Dream lets out a quiet laugh before coming over to sit back down next to Sapnap. “Just let us out whenever it’s safe, okay?”
The mer whistles again. Sapnap settles in and prepares for a long wait.
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Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you all liked reading this! Please let me know if you enjoyed!
The next long ask will also involve noms (technically just mouthplay/mouth stuff, but it’s the infamous “George incident” from the giant Dream manhunt AU) but after that I might work on the next chapter of Wandering Woods <3
Also, please let me know if you feel like I’m missing any tags/warnings. And should I tag stuff like pred!George, prey!Dream, etc or would that just be unnecessarily filling up my tags? I feel like just tagging giant! or tiny! is enough, but please let me know if you feel otherwise.
The rest of dinner passed by in a bit of an…awkward way. Tubbo was still talking to him and even Dream chimed in a few times but Tommy couldn’t stop thinking about everything he had just learned.
Before, he liked to think he knew Wilbur pretty well. They had been together for a month and a half and had barely been apart since. Tommy always thought he had a good read on what Wilbur was thinking and feeling.
But now, he had no idea. He had failed to notice that Wilbur wasn’t happy, after all. Who knew what else Tommy had misinterpreted over their time together. And he had no idea how Wilbur would react to what Tommy had to tell him. Would he be happy Tommy no longer saw him as a pet? Mad that it took Tommy this long to realize? He couldn’t even begin to guess what Wilbur’s choice would be either.
Although, if he was in Wilbur’s position, leaving sounded pretty good.
“Tommy? Are you doing okay?” Tubbo asked, snapping Tommy out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked over at the smaller teen, who was frowning in concern.
“Yeah, yeah…just, ya know, thinking.” Tommy said, pulling himself more up on the couch. His plate laid discarded on the coffee table alongside Tubbo’s. Dream had finished way before he had even come out into the living room and so he didn’t have a plate. He just continued to lean against the wall.
Tubbo gave him a sad smile. “Makes sense, it’s not every day your views are spun on its head.” And yeah, that was a good way to describe what had just happened.
Finally got the second (and probably final) chapter of this fic written! Sorry it took so long, just didn’t really have the time or motivation to work on it.
Wandering Woods Ch. 2
Warnings for blood, injury (removing an arrow)
Word count: 3,229
Link to the first chapter
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The walk to…wherever they’re taking him takes less time than George would’ve expected, but he guesses that when they’re this tall it’s easy to travel long distances quickly.
No wonder they thought it wouldn’t take me very long to reach the edge of the forest, George thinks, sitting curled up in the bottom of Dream’s pocket with his knees pressed against his chest, leaning against the outside “wall” of the pocket so he doesn’t have to be leaning against Dream any more than necessary. It’s probably a nice morning stroll for them.
Just George alone in a camp lost in a forest, when he just hears two voices chatting. He tries adding to their conversation, and they all start talking to eachother. None have seen the other. It goes on like this for a bit, until George gets tired from walking and sleeps. He wakes up to the sound of a creeper hissing, he’s about to get blown into bits, until a large shoe just makes the creeper go death. George looks up to see two giants, Dream and Sapnap asking if he’s ok, que him freaking out.
Oh goodness, I am SO sorry this took so long. I had lots of fun writing it, I just kept getting distracted, oops. Hopefully the fact that it's the longest thing I've posted so far for the mcyt g/t fandom makes up for the wait <3
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Wandering Woods
Warnings for mild blood and injury, mentions of death and being eaten.
Word count: 3,477
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George isn't quite sure who he's talking to, but he's incredibly thankful for the company, especially once night begins to fall.
He'd first heard the voices an hour ago; they sounded loud but a bit far away, and he'd immediately called to them, asking for help. They'd given him directions to a path and told him to just stay on it in order to get out of these woods.
So now here he is, walking along the old dirt path and doing his best to ignore the distant thumps and crashes he can occasionally hear as he chats with these strangers.
They've been perfectly nice to him, honestly; they're named Dream and Sapnap, and they're funny. Several times he's had to stop walking for a few minutes as he bursts into laughter and Sapnap lets out loud giggles and Dream chokes on wheezy laughter. He wishes they could join him on the path, but Dream insisted that wouldn't be safe, so he stops asking. These woods are dangerous and he doesn't want them to get hurt while coming over to see him.
"Um. . .it's getting dark!" George calls, pausing to lean against a tree as he peers deeper into the woods, searching for movement. "How much further to the edge of the forest? I thought you said it wasn't far?"
"We might have. . .miscalculated?" Sapnap sounds apologetic, at least, but that doesn't really help George. "Dream must've thought you were faster than you actually are."
"Excuse me? You're the one who's had more experience with hum- uh, them. You should've corrected me if I was wrong," Dream snaps. There's a distant thump and George winces, hoping that whatever caused that noise won't be a threat.
He can hear the two of them quietly arguing and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Guys, please, it doesn't matter whose fault it is. Can you just tell me how much further it is to the edge of the forest?"
Dream lets out a low hum as he thinks. "Based on your speed. . .at least another thirty minutes, maybe more. It's not that far to the edge of the forest, but you'll have to travel a bit further than that if you want to get to a safe place to rest."
"Shit." George opens his bag, pulling out a flint-and-steel. "Is there anywhere closer I can stay, at least for the night? Would it be safe to camp right here?"
"I mean. . ." George hears a loud crack; he flinches, tightly gripping his flint-and-steel as he tries to figure out what could have broken a fucking tree in half, because that's what it had sounded like. "Fuck. It might honestly be safer for you to stay with us for the night."
Dream and Sapnap start quietly bickering, too far away for him to understand what they're saying. George tunes them out for now and focuses on dragging some sticks onto the path, lighting a small campfire so he can keep an eye out for any nearby danger.
The woods look empty, but George can hear the distant rattling of a skeleton as well as the still-present constant sounds of something huge moving through the woods in the distance. The only thing that big would be a dragon, right? But there's only one, and she lives in the End. I guess it COULD be an oversized ravager or warden?
Whatever it is, George hopes it doesn't come any closer. He's also a bit worried about Dream and Sapnap's safety since the sounds seem to be coming from that direction, but they seem familiar with these woods and surely know how to protect themselves.
"-think he can stay with us," George hears Dream say, once he's got his fire all set up. "I just don't think it would be safe. It puts us at risk, and he could get hurt."
Do they sound closer? Or are the woods just quieter now that it's night?
"I know." He can faintly hear Sapnap let out a sigh. "But these woods aren't safe for him, and he seems nice. Maybe. . ."
George suddenly twists around, because he'd heard footsteps. Dream and Sapnap are too far away, so it must be a threat.
It takes him a minute, but he eventually catches a flash of yellow-green out of the corner of his eye. He spits out a curse and stumbles back when he realizes it's a creeper. The monster has clearly noticed him, and it starts to move closer, letting out a raspy hiss as it faintly begins to glow.
George leaps away, pulling out his stone axe, but he knows his weapon is too weak to kill it before it explodes. His best hope is to trick it into exploding further away from his camp, so he continues to back away as it stops glowing and follows him.
"Yeah, yeah, c'mon," George mutters, stumbling slightly but regaining his balance before it catches up. "Get away from my fire, you-"
He hears the whizz of an arrow flying through the air and he drops to the ground, but he isn't fast enough to dodge it.
It hits him in the shoulder; he screeches, twisting around and trying to grab it, but he isn't able to get a solid hold on the shaft of the arrow and he only ends up tugging on it and sending a burning pain shooting down his arm.
The skeleton fires again and he scrambles to the side, hands and feet skidding on the dirt path as he barely manages to dodge. George freezes when he hears the creeper start to hiss again, and he knows that he isn't going to be able to get far enough away before it explodes.
Something huge slams down in front of George and he yelps, jerking back and nearly falling over. In the flickering firelight he sees that it. . .it's a boot, bigger than he is, probably even bigger than a ravager. He feels a shudder behind himself and twists around to see a second boot shift a bit as the giant adjusts their weight.
Because that's what this has to be. A giant.
The boot in front of him moves slightly and he squeezes his eyes shut and shivers because all that's left of the creeper is a scattered pile of dust. He can hear a second set of footsteps, can feel them making the ground tremble as the other giant steps around his fire.
"I'll take care of the skeleton," The second giant says, and George's eyes fly open because that sounds like Sapnap's voice. "You've got him?"
"Yep." George looks up when he hears Dream speak, and the fear coiling in his gut tightens even more as he realizes just how tall these giants are. It doesn't help that Dream's face is mostly covered in a white mask that almost reflects the firelight. "Hurry up, before anything else. . ."
George scurries back while they're distracted talking to each other, scrambling to his feet and getting out of the firelight as quickly as possible. They don't notice his disappearance right away, too focused on each other, and he continues to slowly move further back.
It's dark out, hopefully they won't be able to see me. The only option I have is to hide; I won't stand a chance fighting or escaping if they spot me again.
". . .and- wait, where'd he go?" That's Sapnap's voice, the words blurted out and sounding almost panicked. George freezes, watching as Dream shifts his weight slightly, the giant looking around like he thinks George is hiding behind his boot or something. "Dream!"
"How the hell was I supposed to know he was gonna run off?" Dream turns around, scanning the ground. His white mask has a creepy-looking smiley face carved onto it. "Why would he- fuck, nevermind, it doesn't matter. George?"
George doesn't answer; why would he? He can't see Dream's eyes but he can tell the giant's looking for him. The darkness is helping him hide, but he knows he'll be spotted soon, because he's practically just standing out in the open.
He takes a hesitant step away when both of the giants seem to be facing the other way, glancing at a nearby bush. Maybe I can hide in there for now?
"George?" Dream repeats, taking a step to the side. "Hey, you can come out, I promise we aren't gonna hurt you."
George ducks underneath the bush, gritting his teeth and forcing down a yelp when the arrow sticking out of his shoulder bumps against the branches. He traces the shaft of the arrow, brushing against it with his fingertips, and it's pretty clear that he won't be able to just yank it out without injuring himself even more.
Fuck, fuck, what should I do? The second they grab me, they might accidentally push the arrow in deeper and I could DIE. And that's assuming they won't just crush me or drop me or KILL me.
Maybe they aren't lying? Maybe I can trust them? I've been talking with them for hours and they were friendly even though they totally could've ambushed me, and they rescued me from the creeper. They also look like they're trying to move around carefully in the dark. Maybe-
No. I can't risk it. If I'm wrong and they are planning to kill me, I won't be given a second chance to escape again.
George flattens himself against the ground even more and watches as the two giants slowly move around the camp, carefully watching the ground as they search for him. He thinks Sapnap picks up some of his stuff, but he isn't sure. He ignores them when they call his name again, choosing to just sit there and wait and hope they grow bored.
Eventually Dream lets out a huff; he sounds frustrated, and George tries not to shudder when he realizes that he's definitely pissing these giants off. "George? C'mon, the woods aren't safe at night. There are mobs everywhere. We'll protect you, just come out of your little hiding spot."
George stays still. He wants to be able to trust them, but whenever he thinks about stepping into the open, his whole body just locks up. It's too risky.
Please, PLEASE just go. Just leave me alone.
"I think he ran off," Sapnap mutters. "I don't think he's hiding nearby. He could be anywhere."
George hears Dream's footsteps start to move away. "I'll. . .try to search for him, I guess. You stay by the camp, just in case he changes his mind and comes back."
"Watch your step," Sapnap warns. George clamps a hand over his mouth to hide his whimper when he understands what Sapnap's implying. "It's dark out, and we have no clue if he's already injured from the mobs. We have to be careful."
Dream leaves. Sapnap lurks in the camp for a few minutes; George flinches when he hears a tree branch snap, but Sapnap's just adding a bit more fuel to George's pitiful excuse for a fire.
George leans out of the bush slightly, just to see what Sapnap's doing. The giant seems agitated, moving around the camp and occasionally grumbling to himself. It looks like the giants picked up his stuff; he can't see his bag or axe anywhere.
Sapnap seems to get bored once a few minutes have passed; he stands up and George immediately ducks back underneath the bush. What is he doing?
The giant starts circling the campsite, moving further and further away from the campfire each time he completes a round. He studies the ground intently as he moves. He's searching, and this time he's being much more thorough, checking behind bushes and even lifting up a large fallen log like he thinks George might be hiding inside it.
He's slowly getting closer to George; if he doesn't stop soon, there's no way he won't find George.
Do I make a break for it now? He'll definitely hear me running. But if I stay here he'll find me, and I won't stand a chance of escaping when he's too close.
George is frozen by indecision, and by the time he makes a choice, it's too late to get away. Sapnap brushes his fingers against a nearby bush, then reaches for the one George is hiding behind. George shivers and tries to make himself even smaller, because the giant's fingers are as long as he is tall.
Sapnap moves slowly, carefully nudging the bush with his fingers, but he's huge and George can't stop himself from letting out a startled yelp when the giant's thumb bumps against his leg. The hand jerks away, and before it can return, George scrambles to his feet and runs.
He hears movement behind himself and flinches, nearly tripping as he frantically glances around. He can't outrun the giant, he knows that, but if he can just get out of sight-
Something blocks his path and he cries out, skidding to a halt and whipping around so quickly that he slips and falls over. He doesn't bother to get up, choosing to curl up as small as possible as he desperately hopes that the giant won't crush him with the boot blocking his escape.
He flinches and chokes on a whimper as Sapnap crouches, leaves crunching beneath giant limbs as he leans a bit closer to study George. The human squeezes his eyes shut and waits.
He has no idea what the giant wants to do with him. Was he telling the truth when he said he didn't want to hurt George? Or is he planning to snatch George up in a fist and squeeze him until he breaks? Or. . .fuck, maybe this whole time he was being hunted, and now he's going to end up being eaten by them.
Nothing happens.
After several seconds pass, George hesitantly opens his eyes, looking up at Sapnap. It's too dark to get a good look at the giant, and based on the way Sapnap's squinting, his night vision must be just as bad as George's.
"You're okay, George," Sapnap eventually murmurs; George twitches, startled by the sudden words even though the giant's speaking quietly. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
And, well. . .the giant doesn't really have a reason to lie about that, does he?
He doesn't have anything to gain from tricking me. He's caught me and there's no way for me to escape; if he wanted to hurt me, he'd just DO it. Maybe. . .maybe he's being honest?
George doesn't try to move away, even when Sapnap adjusts his weight slightly so that he's kneeling instead of crouching. Fuck, every time the giant even breathes it makes George realize how tiny he is compared to him, but George does his best to ignore the instincts screaming for him to run.
There's nothing I can do to get away. I just have to hope that he won't hurt me, either accidentally or on purpose.
George slowly shakes his head. The arrow stuck in his shoulder burns, but he'll recover. Sapnap lets out a relieved sigh.
"Good, I was worried about that." Sapnap's hands come closer and George jerks away, hunching his shoulders and flattening himself against the forest floor again; the giant goes still. "Wha- oh. Oh, don't worry, I'm not trying to grab you."
Sapnap rests his hands on the ground, close to George but not quite close enough to touch him. George forces himself to sit still and not flinch away as the giant leans a bit closer, clearly trying to get a good look at him in the dark.
"Sorry that we scared you." Sapnap leans back, sitting upright as he glances around. "It's just that these woods are dangerous, especially for humans, and if we had been any slower that creeper could've killed you."
". . .it's okay," George whispers. Sapnap blinks at him and George repeats himself, a bit louder this time. "It's fine. Um. . .what are you going to do with me?"
"Well, it's not safe for you out here," Sapnap explains, voice gentle. "You can come back with us for the rest of the night, okay? We'll protect you and take you out of the woods once the sun rises."
I guess I don't really have a choice.
George nods. Sapnap grins and George looks away when he realizes that the giant's teeth seem oddly sharp. Does he. . .are those FANGS?
"Great, great, all right. . ." Sapnap clears his throat, then turns to the side and cups his hands around his mouth. "Dream! Found him!"
George flinches at the loud shout, leaning away and squeezing his eyes shut; Sapnap seems to notice, because he quickly apologizes.
"Sorry bud, your little ears are probably really sensitive, aren't they. . ." Sapnap's hands move a bit closer like he's trying to comfort George, but it just makes George feel more trapped.
Footsteps approach; they're moving quickly at first, but they slow and then stop. George stares up at Dream and hates that he can't see the giant's expression behind his mask.
"Is he- are you okay?" Dream asks. George nods again and Dream seems to relax. "That's good, that's really good. Are you coming home with us, or should we risk taking you to the edge of the woods in the dark?"
"I, um, I'll come with you," George stammers, trying and failing to hide his nerves. "If- if that won't be a problem for you."
"Oh, not at all, don't worry about it." Sapnap lays his hand on the ground, palm-up. "I guess you can just. . .climb on?"
Oh, fuck. I didn't think about how they'd GET me to their house.
George stands up, swaying slightly as he warily studies Sapnap's hand. The giant's keeping himself pretty still, but every so often his fingers twitch slightly, and one look at the giant's face shows that he seems to be nearly as nervous as George is about this situation.
Well. . .if he's nervous too, that's a good thing, right? It means he wants to be careful.
George sucks in a deep breath before walking over to Sapnap's hand, acting confident in the hopes that it'll help with his stress. It doesn't, and he stands there for a moment, trying to convince himself to just step onto the giant hand that could easily crush him.
Sapnap starts to speak and George grits his teeth and shakes his head, forcing himself to step forwards. He nearly loses his balance because the skin is a lot softer than the ground he was just standing on, and he quickly sits down so he doesn't fall over. Sapnap's fingers curl around George slightly and he flinches as Sapnap slowly stands, holding George close to his chest.
He is not enjoying this. He's too high up, and every movement from the fingers around him makes him want to whimper; he does whimper when Sapnap's thumb bumps against the arrow embedded in his shoulder.
Sapnap goes still, squinting down at him. "What's wrong? Are-"
"Heights," George blurts out, not wanting to admit how much being in Sapnap's hands is scaring him. "It's, uh, the heights, I don't like being this high up."
Sapnap studies him for a moment before turning to Dream. "Is your pocket empty? George, maybe you'd feel better in there because you won't have to see the ground."
That does sound better, actually; he might feel more trapped in the pocket, but at least he won't have to be held, so he nods.
Dream steps closer and Sapnap reaches out, opening Dream's hoodie pocket some more with one hand before carefully setting George inside and pulling his hands away. Dream carefully bumps against him with a finger, just to make sure he's secure, before both the giants start walking.
George curls up in a small ball, trying to ignore the breathing and the heartbeat and, fuck, the occasional stomach gurgle he can hear behind himself. He wants to trust them. He has to trust them. He doesn't have any reason not to; if they wanted to hurt him, they would've done it already.
They might want to keep you as a pet, the traitorous part of his brain hisses. Or they might want to eat you alive, but they've just taking you home to do it first.
George shakes his head, ignoring his aching shoulder as he tries to make himself comfortable. Shut up. They said they won't hurt me; I have to trust them.
Please don't let this be a trick. Please don't let this be something I regret.
There's nothing for him to do except sit there and wait as the giants move through the woods, taking him to a home that could either be a deathtrap or a safe place to rest.
Please, just let me be safe.
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I might write a part two for this since it was really fun! If I do, though, it'll have to wait; I have lots of asks to work on and also two other stories I wanna write (the mcyt g/t group prompt, and one involving Naga!Dream.)
