#tiny!george

[dingbatnix]

They're all very...shocked, I think.

Also in color! (But I like it less)

(yes I did change the bottom image, I forgot to add the background color xD)(they're in the nether btw)

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@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[ingo4you]

TW: vore, soft/safe vore, little bit of angst?

he couldnt believe what he just saw. all these months. all the time spend together.....was it just a game? was is it his plan all along?

George lokked at Dream with fear in his eyes as he saw the little bulge in Dream throat go down.he stared in horror at the giant towering over him. hes next. George back up. his legs were shaky. he couldnt run, he knew it. even if he tries he would catch him quickly without any effort.

a giantic hand was suddently covering his wiev. he was hopeless. he gave up and accepted his fate. tears streaming down his eyes as his friend's hand brought him closer to his giant mouth. saliva coated him effortlessly and he was sent down Dream's gaping throat with a light gulp. the walls around him squeezed before he reached a more open space. stomach...... thought George glumly. he felt Sapnap grab his hand and hug him. around them they could hear soft purring as Dream was satisfied with a full belly.

they both knew very well what that meant. they will remain in Dream's stomach for some time. George leaned against the soft slimy walls around him and Sapnap did the same before they both fell asleep exhausted to the sound of Dream purring and the sound of his stomach growling happily.

after long time some story. im really sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isnt my first language and the translator doesnt working :,3

[mysterious-gizem]

𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍

Part 1:

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Giant’s

For years giants hid from the human race, a small yet brutal and chaotic species. Until eventually the giant race grew to realize they could overthrow the human's easily, human's were cocky, they couldn't accept that they weren't top of the food chain anymore.

Oh, that was their first mistake.

The giant's only requested equality.

Yet, human's waged a war against beings that were stronger, faster, and ofcourse, bigger.

And that was the second mistake, upon many more they would make.

Giant’s prevailed, ofcourse. This time the human's were the ones hiding, small human civilizations stayed strong, deciding to fight back against the giant's. The giant's respected the effort and proposed a peace treaty.

Most of humanity instantly agreed, a few were stubborn and believed that if humans were on top before, they could do it again.

~◇~

"So you're seriously not gonna eat us?" The brunette hesitantly asked the giant, the giant was just rather relieved that both the humans weren't crying or defensively screaming at him like a few minutes ago.

"L-Look, they forcefeed me human's here, just so they can get rid of other humans they find...inadequate." The taller sighed, "Honestly, it's a miracle they didn't make me eat you." The way the giant said it so casually set some unease upon the two men.

"W-Well I'm Dream, what about you guys?"

Small talk, okay, this might help out our situation.

"I'm George, this is Sapnap." George said whilst addressing to the raven haired male, who was holding him in a protective matter. Sapnap seemed to ease up easily to Dream, George was still rather hesitant yet he considered his situation at the moment and theres really no reason the giant should be nice to them.

"It's nice having company..." Dream blurted out, Sapnap stared up to be met with those unruly bright green eyes, it being the only feature they can get from the other with dim lighting; Sapnap coughed, "How long have you been...down here?"

Silence, it wasn't fairly long, but it was eerie nonetheless.

"Maybe a few months? I don't know, they gave me a clock but it was too small for me to read so they took it away." The giant explained solemnly. "Best if you get comfy, until you guys can escape, it's not safe." Both humans quietly listened as they began to tiredly spur out ideas on how they could possibly escape.

Hour's have passed, both human's falling comfortably asleep side by side eachother, Dream looked down on them, uncomfortably shifting ever so often; afraid of crushing them on accident, the area was too small, if he kneeled his head would already be pushing up on the ceiling. With two other people to worry about he felt even more cramped.

~◇~

George stirred awake, groaning at the pain that his entire body was currently recieving, the brunette realized Sapnap wasn't near him; his senses became more clear, recognizing a few familiar chattering voices.

"-And suddenly, BAM! George shot an arrow through the zombies head, it was so cool since the forest was on fire and he could still hit the zombie even with his bulky weird goggles." Sapnap giggled.

"What!?"

Dream and Sapnap snapped their attention to the now annoyed brunette, "My goggles aren't weird! They help keep the sun from hurting my eyes when I'm trying to shoot something." He huffed. A raspy chuckle came from the giant as he watched the two humans, it's the most entertaining thing he's seen in a while.

As the raven haired man and brunette bickered a loud rumble interrupted them which caught them off gaurd. They both stared at Dream, who was embarrassed, the giant was avoiding their gaze. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "Do they really not feed you daily?" Sapnap grumbled.

"No- but I've gotten used to not eating for while."

It's been a long, long while...

"They basically took everything off of us besides clothes..." George announced while patting down his pockets. "Look I think we need to keep thinking of a way on how to get you two outta here." Dream said while biting down his lower lip anxiously.

"Sapnap said we could try luring the gaurds in a rushing out, but what about you?" The brunette asked the giant, "I'll be fine we just need to get you guys out." George nodded, not wanting to pry on why he was so persistent of getting them to leave.

Sapnap interjected, "Actually I was thinking about it, that Quackity guys probably thinks were dead. If were the one's making a commotion the gaurds might just inform duck man instead." Dream listened carefully to the human's conversation. "How do we even know if the gaurds can hear us?" The brunette asked, "For all we know this room is sound proof."

The brunette turned to Dream, "What can you tell us about this place?" Startled by the sudden question; Dream thought for a moment. "I-I don't know much, Sir comes visit once a month, and he observes me whenever he makes me eat someone..." Dream mumbled, feeling guilty he couldn't provide more insight.

"Okay...we need more time to figure out a plan..."

Time...

Dream suddenly grew more worrisome, while George and Sapnap were oblivious to it; Dream figeted with his fingers, he silently thought of his own plan on how he could get his new friends out of this gruesome, cruel place.

Plip...

Plop...

Plip...

Plop...

Water

George speculated the liquid that dripped on him, suddenly gaining an idea.

"Dream, do you know what's above you? We're obviously underground but what's above the ceiling." The giant thinks for a moment, "I-I think it's like a lake maybe, or perhaps a waterhole?"

"Hey Dream is it alright if we climb up your knee so we can take a look at the ceiling?" The giant nodded as he positioned himself properly. George grabbed the fabric of the giant's jeans as he began to climb, Sapnap following suit.

George began to press his hands against the dirt ceiling, some small rocks and pebbles were practically the only thing that was holding it together; plus the tension aswell ofcourse. "Hey Sap do you think Dream could break through this?" Hearing his name Dream snapped his attention towards the two men.

"Hell yeah, Dream's definitely strong enough to break through that." George pondered for a moment, "So Dream have you ever tried breaking the ceiling." "No- didn't wanna risk anything, they already barely feed me. I don't know what's really up there, the lake might be surrounded by gaurds for all I know."

"Well we gotta try right? You've been here for months! Probably already developed scoliosis." The brunette explained, "Me and George can hold onto your clothes or something while you push the ground upward."

"Sure? L-Like now?" Dream asked as he shifted uncomfortably. "Better now then never right?" Sapnap snickered as he clung himself on Dream's shoulder while George clung on the other. Dream took a deep breath before positioning his arms.

He grit his teeth as his muscles tensed, the ceiling slowly giving out. Dream panicked as he thought the room was going to cave in, with a rush of adrenaline he gave punch upwards and he hauled himself up, the water dropping down into the room below making the area shake. They were all soaked and it was around mid-day the sunlight burned their eyes yet Dream picked himself up and ran.

George and Sapnap were still tightly clinging onto the man, the giant being kind enough to make sure they didn't fall aswell. Once they reached deep into a spruce forest the giants knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Sapnap and George both climbed down, fixing themselves at the same time. The two cheered as they turned around to congratulate the giant.

The human's eyes widened in shock and amazement, this was the first time they both got an actual look at the giant before them.

Dream had dirty, unkept hair, George wasn't too sure if it was blond or brown. The bright green eyes that illuminated were now looking a more natural forest green, his clothes were ripped and dirty, overall the giant looked like a wreck.

"Yo man, you alright?" Sapnap tilted his head as he watched the blond raise his head.

The giant bared his teeth, "I-I gotta go."

The two males watched as the giant stood up and fled, both looking at eachother with a worried gaze, pursing they lips and hoped they would meet the giant once again.

As fate would have it, they would.

It was inevitable.

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Yoo, I finally got an idea for part 2, Sheena helped me a lot TwT. I got a bit lazy at the end(sorry lmao)

@random-shit-writing

(Honestly, idk if you still wanted to be tagged)

[gt-mcyt]

Cursed Giant Dream AU

Dream was hit with a random potion or curse by a witch. At first, he thinks it does nothing, because he has no side effects.

But then, over the next week, he slowly starts to grow. He gains several feet in height.

Dream, George, and Sapnap set off on a journey to find someone to break the curse, before Dream grows too big to even interact with his friends.

Just imagine the different stages of height.

8 feet tall Dream. Cuddle time. Dream can still rough house with his friends, and he drags them to bed to sleep.

10 feet tall Dream. George runs up to him with something to show him in his hands. Dream crouches down and tilts his head, holding out his hand to see the object. He swallowed back the strange sound that bubbles through his throat when he sees how small George's hand is in his - Dream can encompass both of George's hands within one of his.

Somewhere between 20 and 30 feet tall, Dream starts to carry George and Sapnap when he walks. He is just too big, now. His strides are too long and George and Sapnap can't keep up. He carries them in his arms, like babies, in the beginning. As he gets bigger and bigger, he starts to put them on his shoulders, in his hood, and finally in his pockets.

130 feet tall Dream. He can now put George and Sapnap in his inventory.

[kitty-fighter]

I still don't know how well Gacha is accepted here but I'm just going to bite the bullet & post again- [Size Reference for MiniSMP AU {Might try to actually draw this if I ever get Motivation (Which is between the next few days or Never-)}]

[sheena-yuet]

Bunch of random sketches ✨✨

Idk somehow I’m really into giant show their affection by licking their tiny. It just cute so me :3

Or using their finger to lift the tiny’s head uwu

[lost-in-luv]

Guys I am so sorry for being so late for vore day I was dealing with mental health issues and other stuff😭😭

This was slightly rushed butt it’s okay ig??

Sorry again for missing vore day🙁🙁

@dingbatnix yippee!! I’m sorry for not doing ur ideas🙁🙁 but here you go:3 Dreamteam!!

OMG I FORGOT TO ADD TW tw!! Healed scars, soft vore, Dream

[astraymetronome]

So last week I stumbled upon this fanfic with Dream and George. It was so good and it was a sfw vore story with Giant Dream hunting Tiny George.

It was so good in my opinion and I didn't even get to the vore part of it because my phone closed Tumblr and I hadn't hearted it. I got. Streak badge for 601 trying to find this thing! I've scoured like all of tiny!George and giant!Dream. I've even started checking mcyt g/t.

If anyone knows this- please post the link below! I wanna finish it! T^T

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

I like the idea of Dream nomming George and sapnap, and the both of them just being squished because of how he is laying/sitting/stretching. If you are willing to draw it I would love to see it.

-Gremlin Anon

Hehehe..... here you go :]

Tw: safe/soft vore

[dingbatnix]

Lazy snek dream doodle

He likes teasing george

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[i-am-beckyu]

The Perfect Hill

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII @crimpie I WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA!!! I loved both your prompts so much but this is the one I went with! I really hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️ This was created for the 2022  MCYT G/T Secret Santa under the theme ‘winter wonderland’.  @mcyt-gt-events

cw: fear, death mention (but no actual death), I think that’s it? Its pretty fluffy :3

word count:  3089

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

“Come on George! You’ve got to see this Hill!!” Sapnap said as the hunter trudged through the snow behind him. “It’s perfect for luging down with the sleds!!” 

“Yes Sapnap, I know. You’ve said so like 20 times already.” George said as he tugged his jacket on closer. It wasn’t really fair that his friend, the literal fire born demon hybrid, didn't need to stay rugged up to stay warm. It’s not that he wasn’t accustomed to the cold though as a Hunter. Harsh terrain and cold nights out on long hunts were part of the job, but still. He didn’t like exposing himself to the cold weather when he didn’t have to. But no one else wanted to join Sapnap on his escapade when he returned to the village one day, claiming he found the greatest Hill with the most perfect slope to sled down or ‘luge’ down, as he claimed was the proper term. But it was just too cold for most people and while George had reluctantly agreed, the more Sapnap described the location, the more something felt off about this supposed ‘Hill’. He knew the land better than anyone and well, the Hill Sapnap described, didn’t exist. Not to George’s knowledge anyways.  

“But that’s because it is George!!” Sapnap stated as he adjusted his grip on the sled. “And you’re taking forever to get there!!!”

“Hey you’re literally melting snow as you walk making it easier to get through. Not all of us are walking furnaces!” George remarked as he tried to catch up to his friend. Winter was in full swing now with every night leaving a fresh layer of white powdered snow in its wake. The world a glowing; but cold, Winter wonderland. 

“Oh come on George! Lighten up! It’s not that cold.” Sapnap exclaimed, shoving a jab at the hunters arm.

“Uh huh. Sure it isn’t.” 

After several more minutes of walking, George began to get impatient. They’d been walking for ages and he swears he’d seen that same tree for the 3rd time this trip. “Snapmap, you’re supposed to know where this great Hill is, BEFORE you make someone walk all the way there..” George muttered as he saw the same bush for the 4th time. “If you call me Snapmap again, we're gonna have issues George.” A glaring Sapnap responded as they continued on. “Just saying Sapnap, I swear if we walk past the same ruined portal again for the 5th time I’m going to-”

“THERE IT IS!” George watched as his friend ran to the ‘very real’ Hill that was presented before him. The angle just right to slide down at a controlled speed. No trees in the way, or bulges of snow that could hide potential hidden boulders. Completely flat and smooth from the fresh layer of powdered snow. Just as Sapnap described: The perfect Hill. But something was off about it. George was positive he’d never seen a Hill like this before in all the time he’s been in the area. Not even in the warmer months of Summer could he recall a hill being so bare that snowed over it would look as good as this. But none of George’s inner concerns seemed to phase Sapnap, as his friend began to climb the Hill. 

“Come on George! Hurry up!” Sapnap called as he continued the climb up. George raced to catch up. Panting a little as the icy winds filled his lungs. By the time Geroge finally did catch up to Sapnap, they had reached the top of the Hill. It had quite the view and was just high enough that they could see parts of their home further off in the distance where some of the lower trees stood.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Sapnap turned to George expectedly, a gleam in his eyes.

“Sapnap, don’t you think it’s a little too perfect? I know these woods better than anyone and I swear I’ve never seen this hill before.” Sapnap simply shrugged. 

“You’ve probably just never come through this part of the forest before George.” he replied as he placed the sled down and began to get situated atop of it. “Now come on, get on already. I’ve waited long enough for someone to join me.” 

George wanted to believe Sapnap he really did, but he couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. It just didn’t make sense that such a hill like this could just magically exist. He’d seen map after map and couldn’t pin ever seeing this Hill around ever! Or maybe he was just tired and the cold was getting to him? Sometimes he got a little weird when he was tired enough. At least he had the dagger attached to his belt if something was wrong. 

Reluctantly, the Hunter eventually sat down on the sled and the two began their descent. They did a few runs down the slope taking turns on who sat in front. At first, George was able to let his mind relax. It was a good day and Sapnap was right, the Hill was perfect for sledding down. Every run down the hill had been smooth and allowed for them to gain some great speed, but after the fourth run, the little nagging voice in George’s mind started to whisper.

‘Why have there been no bumps on the slope? Why have there been no rocks to avoid coming down? Mother Nature is a wonder, but surely there should be something, anything to cause a rough run of the slope?

It was George’s turn to steer the sled as he and Sapnap boarded the sled once more. But George just couldn’t shake the feelings. Something wasn’t right.

“Sapnap,” George began as he turned to face his friend. “Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that we haven’t had a single ditch or rock to avoid for any of the runs?”

“No, not really.” Sapnap replied. “I mean, I did say this Hill was perfect but now that you mention it, we haven’t had a single bad run yet have we?”

“And you don’t find that strange?” George inquired as he turned to face his friend. “I know these woods Sapnap. I’ve never come across this hill ever and even if I had, no hill is this perfect!”

Sapnap suddenly stood and got off the board moving to position himself in front of George. He then proceeded to crouch down into the snow. “Well if you’re so sure that there’s something wrong about my ‘perfect Hill,” Sapnap said he leaned forward planting a hand in the snow. “Then let’s take a look at it without the snow in the way.” Without a second thought, Sapnap began to melt the icy soft blanket of snow, revealing a very bright green patch of ground. At first glance you’d think it was grass. But George knew better. They were in the middle of December. The season of Winter. Grass was never that green. Curiously, George reached forward to touch the baffling green ground. Although damp from the snow, George recognised the texture. Fabric. And by the feel of it, Jersey knit. 

“It’s a blanket?” George said flatly to Sapnap, confusion evidently painted across his face. 

“Why on earth would someone leave a blanket here?” Sapnap replied. George then tried to pull the blanket up from the ground. However, it did not budge. In fact, it barely lifted from the ground at all. Perhaps too much of the blanket was buried? Clearly also complexed by the odd blanket before them, Sapnap began to melt away more of the snow, revealing more of the green fabric. Why on earth was this thing so big? 

“Maybe if I melt enough of this snow away, we’ll be able to lift it up?” Sapnap said as he melted away another patch of snow. It just didn’t make sense. None of this dumb Hill made sense!!! That feeling of dread George had before began to seep back into consciousness. Why would someone leave a blanket out here? And such a huge one at that! Fabric like this cost a lot of emeralds when trading from villagers and why on this Hill that shouldn’t exist in all its perfectness? Before George’s thoughts could spiral once more, the ground suddenly shifted. And then again. And again. Earthquakes weren’t completely uncommon in the area but this didn’t feel right. 

“Sheesh this blanket is huge!” Sapnap said as he melted another patch of snow away, oblivious to the building tremors. “I could make like 6 giant hoodies with this stuff!”

And then it all clicked. Why he’d never seen this Hill before. How it was so smooth and perfect. Why this green fabric was here and so huge! 

“Sapnap, get on the sled now.” George said as he slid himself slightly towards him. “Oh come on George,” irritation clear in the hybrid's voice as he continued to melt some more snow. Not wanting to waste anymore time, George reached over and grabbed Sapnap, yanking him into the board. “WHAT THE HECK GEORGE??? I JUST WANTED TO GE-“ 

“Sapnap you don’t understand this isn’t a hill!!!” George cut Sapnap off as he got situated on the board. “It’s a flippen AHH!” The sled suddenly lurched forward into motion, nearly throwing the two riders off. The Hill was moving. 

“What the Heck???” Sapnap said as he tried to regain his balance. The Hill suddenly moved again, launching them both back into motion. George gripped the controls of the sled harder trying to steer the sled down the hill on the moving terrain. He turned to the right aiming straight for the tree line at the bottom. If they could just make it into the trees then they could get away. “GEORGE! SLOW DOWN!!!” Sapnap yelled as he latched onto the Hunter in an effort to not be thrown off from the speed and unevenness of moving terrain. But he couldn’t stop! Not when the ground was shaking and they were sledding on top of a sleeping-

“WATCH OUT!!” Sapnap screeched as a wall suddenly appeared before them. Unfortunately, the warning came too late and the two slammed into the upright surface. In fact they slammed so hard that the upright wall was now horizontally flat. 

“Ugh ouch that hurt.” Sapnap dazedly said, rubbing at his head. George pushed himself up on the surprisingly squishy surface. But George didn’t have very long to process because all at once, the ground they were on was moving. George latched onto the closest thing his arms could wrap around and tightly shut his eyes. He felt gravity shift as he was lifted up higher and higher from the ground to his impending doom. He’d heard the urban myths and legends of what was supposedly a terrifying creature living in the woods. A tale to keep young children within the safety of the village walls. But never before had George ever considered the stories true. And he was certainly  not equipped for what would be a losing battle. Warm air suddenly washed over his body. Shakily, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to reveal his worst nightmare. A giant.

Oh and if it couldn’t get any worse, it was looking straight at him. Or we’ll at least it was trying to? Said giant only looked to be half awake. Its green eyes were trying to focus on him but seemed to be covered in a sleepy haze. Wait. Sleepy? Oh. They’d been sledding on a sleeping giant. And they just went and woke it up…

Said giant yawned and rubbed at its eyes. He was still tired and the world felt cold. Too cold. Spring isn’t normally cold? Giants normally slept all through Winter so he wasn’t used to being awake when it was chilly.. At least he had thought to catch whatever it was on him before moving to sit up, but now he was annoyed because he was awake waaaaay too early and cold!  He was acutely aware of the two humans sitting in his hand and had been semi aware they had been crawling all over him in his sleep which normally, wouldn’t be an issue. But he’d started to get really itchy on this one spot on his arm and it was extremely irritating. Irritating enough that he was awake. Great. 

“Ughhhhhhhhh why’d I have to be woken up so early.” The giant exclaimed as it drew out a yawn. 

George froze at the sight of the massive teeth the giant displayed as it yawned. They were too close and this giant sounded annoyed. Not good. 

“And all because of an itch. Like seriously, I’ve slept through blizzard upon blizzard and a dumb itch wakes me up.” The giant said, as it sat up. George watched as the giant then used its free hand to scratch at a spot on its lower arm. The spot on the fabric of what George now recognised as a massive hoodie, was slightly different in colouration. It appeared slightly dryer. That was the spot Sapnap had melted snow on wasn’t it? And the giant was complaining about it. They were dead. Oh so totally dead. George turned to Sapnap, who had the same look of realization on his face. George grabbed Sapnap's wrist and pulled him closer to him, and the edge of the giant's palm. He eyed Sapnap off from him, to the ground, silently communicating what he had planned. They were going to have to jump. There was no way they could fight off a giant. But as the two were about to jump, the giants' other hand appeared and cupped around the other, effectively trapping them both within its grasp.

“Careful.” The giant said, its tone laced with concern. “We wouldn’t want you falling now.” 

Well there goes that idea. What could they possibly do now? 

“Please,” Sapnap said suddenly. “Please don’t hurt us! We didn’t mean to wake you up!” George turned to face his friend. “It's my fault you woke up. I just wanted to luge!” George’s heart panged at the response of his friend. Sapnap had just wanted to go sledding and no doubt felt it was his fault they were in this mess, if the fear and guilt weren’t evidence enough on his face. 

“No. It’s not his fault. It’s mine.” George said, conviction in his voice. He had urged Sapnap to melt the ground. He was the reason he had melted the snow, skeptical of what lay beneath. He’d been right of course, that it wasn’t a hill, but it was still unfair to Sapnap to take the blame. “Sapnap didn’t mean to melt the snow and wake you up! I just didn’t believe you were a real hill we were sledding on, and told him to melt the ice.” George then moved to be in front of Sapnap as he continued. “Please, let him go. You can do whatever you want to me, just don’t hurt Sapnap.”

The giant just stared at the two humans in his hands, its expression changing from one of sleepy concern to confusion. 

“Hurt him?” The giant furrowed its brow. “Oh Prime no I’m not going to hurt either of you!” the giant said. “I knew you were crawling all over me and that’s normal when I go into hibernation for the winter, and sure you woke me up from the itchiness of the heat,” the giant raised George and Sapnap higher to its face to be eye level with it as it spoke. “But that’s no reason to hurt you. I could have been woken by anything. You were just curious, that's all.” Well George collapsed to his knees right there and then, adrenaline leaving him exhausted. He was still wary of what this giant could do, but the assurance that he and Sapnap weren’t going to die was good. 

“You alright there little guy?” The giant said as it lifted a thumb towards George for support. “Yeah yeah, I’m alright.” George said as grasped the giant appendage to help get his bearings. “Oh the name is Dream by the way.” The giant, Dream said. “George and he’s Sapnap.” George replied. “We’re sorry for using you as a sled slope.” Sapnap said to the giant. “It’s just well, snowed over, you really were the perfect Hill.” Sapnap said awkwardly as he fiddled with his shirt. The giant simply threw his head back and laughed before doubling over wheezing.  

“Oh so that’s what you were doing.” Dream said as he tried to compose himself. “Honestly I was so confused about what you were doing by how you moved around, but was too sleepy to worry about it.” George and Sapnap looked at each other before also bursting out laughing. 

“Yeah that must have felt so weird with the sled suddenly racing down your backside, or uh arm. Wherever we were sliding.” George replied as he tried to compose himself. 

“Yeah it’s a shame though. You really were the most perfect bill for luging down.” Sapnap said a tad sheepishly. 

“Well,” Dream began as he searched the ground for something. “I don’t mind if you use me to luge down.” Dream then shifted George and Sapnap into one hand as he used the other to pluck something from the ground. Opening his hand, the giant presented the two with the sled. “You’re welcome to slide down me as often as you like.” Sapnap's face lit up at the notion. 

“For real? You wouldn’t mind?” 

“Not at all! Just, don’t go around melting things on me in my sleep.” Dream said as he winked. 

“Done deal.” George piped up. “And I’ll make sure of it that even in the future, no one lights fires on you while you rest.” 

“I appreciate that George.” Dream replied. “While I don’t mind being used as slope, I’d rather not be woken mid sleep.” Dream laughed. George looked to Sapnap and then to the giant. 

“We will make sure no one knows you’re even here.” He said as he smiled .

And so it went, after that fateful day a tradition of sorts was formed. Every snowy winter season, when the earth was painted white, and the air a chilly ice, Sapnap, George and anyone who wished would journey to the mysterious perfect Hill and have a fun day filled with sledding. And while no one knew what happened to the Hill during the warmer months, George and Sapnap were off exploring the world with their very special friend. A perfect Hill.

[mysterious-gizem]

𝖳𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝖾s', 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: @do0kieburger

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt

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"Okay, class, for your exam next week; you will present a spell you've learned, any spell at all, that you know. Remember, the spell you will choose determines your grade." The professor states, "Anyways, class dismissed-!" He announced before clearing his voice and continuing, "Except you, Davidson." He said, pointing at the brunette. The brunette gulped as he walked up to his professor.

"What do you need me for, sir?" He asked vaguely. His professor looked at him and sighed. "This spell exam will give you a high grade if you pass it. It's the boost you need to save your grades." He answered. The student's eyes went wide with excitement. "So expect you to present a great spell next week." His professor grinned, "I'll try not to let you down!" The brunette cheerfully said; grabbing his stuff and waved his teacher goodbye.

He was walking the hallways of his school when his friend hugged him tightly.

"Georgeee!!" He giggles as he embraced the brunette, George rolled his eyes as he patted his friends back. "Hey Karl." He chuckles lightly. "What spell are you planning to present next week?" The other brunette inquired. George sighed, "Honestly, I'm not sure- Later, I'll browse my spell books at home."

Karl giggled, "C'mon, let's head back to our dorm!" He grabbed the others' arm, dragging him across the halls. They both prattled about as they walked towards their dorm, the number of people around began to dwindle as they now stood at the dorm halls in front of their door.

Karl unlocked their door as the two walked in, "I'm gonna go out later with Sap." The taller brunette reminded as the other nodded and went to his room to study. The shorter dropped his bags, walking to his shelf to grab the very few books on incantations and spells he had. He hoped one of these books had a spell he could present, George cringed at the thought of having to go to the academy library.

He sat himself down on his desk chair and began flipping through one of his books. He reached out for his wand as he spotted a simple levitation spell, "A warm-up sounds appropriate-" He thought as he chanted the spell, the pencil in front of him began to float. The brunette dropped his wand back on the desk, the pencil dropping as well with a quiet 'clatter'.

The brunette sighed as he flipped through the pages. It was either too boring or too complicated for him. He regretted his lack of listening skills during classes, he slammed his head onto his desk repeatedly and groaned.

He just finished all three of his spell books, and he really couldn't find anything that would impress his professor. He turned his head to his clock.

00:04

George sighed, the library was surely already closed, he'd have to go tomorrow. He groaned in annoyance as he picked himself up just to drag himself over to his bed and flop down. His eyes slid shut as the world turned black.

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"I'm gonna head to the library." George notified the other, Karl gave him a thumbs up as he went back to reading his book. The shorter closed the door behind him and made his way to the library.

After he got through the maze of people in the corridors, he finally made it to the university library, a hefty amount of people were there, although it was still quiet—most people's noses were immersed in their own books.

George walked passed the rows and rows of books, grabbing a few as he walked. Eventually, he ended up in the back of the library, secluded and silent. He placed his books on the desk and sat down on the chair.

The brunette once again went through each and every book he grabbed, library policy was that they couldn't use wands or anything magical in radius of the library, George rolled his eyes, many incidents caused the school to enforce that rule.

He spent hours perusing multiple spell books, even after each and every spell, incantation, and magic book he read he couldn't find anything eye-catching that would ensure him a high grade. He slammed the book shut as he once again finished it without finding a single spell he could perform(He could definitely perform a lot of them. He just didn't wanna do the effort).

He rubbed his eyes as he stared down at the book in front of him; he sighed in disappointment as he got up to place the books back. As he neatly placed the books back, another one caught his eye.

The book was sprawled across the ground in a rather disheveled manner. His curiosity piqued as he took a few strides towards the book. He bent down to pick up as he flipped it over and dusted it. He carefully gazed upon the title as he hummed.

'Incantations and Summoning Spells'

He was slowly losing hope, and the book he held gave him another chance he grinned as he went back down to take a seat. He spent another few minutes, flipping through the pages. Almost all of them were written in an indecipherable language. It was still mixed with english.

A particular page caught his attention as it was messy and unorganized, unlike every page that came before it. He barely understood anything he did. However, found the word 'Brobdingnagian' weirdly cool. He chuckled as he spotted the simple instructions to perform whatever ritual to apparently summon something?

He was losing time and it wouldn't hurt to try it right? There was a forest just on the other side of the mountain, he could go there tomorrow and attempt the ritual to prepare himself. He grinned as he packed up his stuff and checked the book out before heading back to his dorm.

As he entered the dormatory Karl was sitting on the couch eating a few snacks, still indulging in the book from earlier.

"Gogy is back!" He teased as he gave a snarky grin, the shorter brunette rolled his eyes as he responded. "Awh did you miss me~?" He joked as he watched Karl playfully roll his eyes. "Anyways, did you find a spell to present yet?" Karl asked intriguingly, The brunette nodded yet still unsure.

"Yeah I did, but I'm going out tomorrow to test it out." He groaned, "If this doesn't work then I'm for sure gonna fail." George said in distress. "I'm sure you'll do great." Karl praised as he gave him a thumbs up. George gave him a soft smile, he yawned as he clutched the book tightly.

He groggily headed towards his bedroom, relaxing completely as he fell flat on his bed. He then began to slowly get lulled to sleep, the brunette huffed as he shut his eyes.

George yawned, he stretched his arms, even after a full night's sleep he still felt drowsy, yet he pulled himself together and got up.

After a refreshing shower the brunette grabbed the necessities he would need. He reached out to grab his wand and the book on his desk, He ambitiously left his dorm as Karl waved him farewell.

George decided to dwell(or grouch) about the fact Karl and Sapnap decided to do a duo spell, He was personally mad that he didn't decide to go with that plan aswell. He walked passed numerous amout of students and faculty members during his walk to the exit.

Eventually he stepped out of academy grounds, he sighed as he began to stoll to the other side of the mountain. As he walked he initiated to familiarize himself with the spell(Ritual? Summoning?)

He subconsciously hummed to particularly no one but himself as he neared his destination, what he didn't realize was that he woke up late and in a few hours the sun would hide behind the horizon. He thought nothing of it as he seemed fo finally understand how to perform the spell.

He came to a stop right around a small clearing, he set down his bag beside a nearby tree. George grabbed the book along with his wand, he took one more look at the spell before casting it.

The soft breeze rustled the trees, the distant critters quietly watching the mage do his thing.

George was about to begin, but...

Something in the air shifted, George's movements stuttered, everything felt completely wrong, yet he decided to push through; the deadline was getting closer and he definitely couldn't afford to waste more time. So after a few unsteady breaths, he raised his arm and began to chant.

"Ανοίξτε τις πύλες σας στο βασίλειο με κολοσσιαία χαρακτηριστικά, αφήστε έναν άνθρωπο να μπει, στέκομαι εδώ και περιμένω την άφιξή τους. Φέρτε μου τα!"

For a moment nothing happened, George was about to be disappointed that it didn't work. Suddenly his world view shifted, a glowing ring began to expand from the ground. As the circle began to expand the effects of the spell began to take a toll on him as he became dizzy. George gasped as a giant creature was practically spat out of the ground. The brunette watched as it laid on the ground; heaving breath's.

His knees buckled as he fell to the ground, exhaustion took over his body as he weakly tried scrambling away. The giant infront of him silently cursed as it raised their head.

His eyes widened as he was met face to face with deep green eyes. George's vision became unfocused as his eyes trailed across the giant infront of him, fear struck him as the creature infront of him spoke.

"Where the hell am I-" The giant rumbled as they began to get up into a kneeling position, their shadow loomed over the brunette; George was now visibly shaking as he cranes his neck to gaze above. The giant seemed to sense his terror as their face twisted to sympathy.

"Shit uh-...Look I'm not gonna hurt you." The giant said awkwardly, George stared—to be fair the giant looked just like any normal man, just a hundred times larger—His head stirred with emotions his breathing became uneven.

Everything was just too much.

The giant stared down at the passed out mage as his face contorted into panic.

"Dammit-"

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George groaned as his eyes blinked open, his head pounding. His vision focused on the figure in front of him. The giant seemed to tense as they once again made eye contact. George tried moving away, yet his body felt weak. He could only weakly pull his knees closer.

The taller seemed to hesitate before speaking, yet he continued, "Hey, uhm- are you okay?" He muttered softly. George was taken aback with how gentle the giant was at the moment he could only mumble a loud enough response for the giant to hear. "J-Just tired..."

He smirked, "At least he isn't that scared anymore." The giant thought as he stared out of the cave. It was then the mage followed the giants gaze. Outside the cave were multiple tall trees hiding the cave entrance from the outside. George switched his gaze to look up at the giant, "Where—Where are we?" He nervously asked.

The man(is he even considered human?) infront of him turned his head to look at him, "The area we were in was wayy to open, so I traveled a bit and found this place." He said nonchalantly, the setting sun beamed on George's face as he snapped his head to stare at the sun, he quickly panicked as he realized it was going to be night soon, and he had no idea where he was.

He grab the wall beside him as he pushed himself up, he started walking towards the exit, hopefully to get back to the academy and get away from the problem he caused. Suddenly a fist slammed infront of him, terror came rushing back to him as he was reminded of the potential power the giant near him.

"Wait- where are you going?" The giant said all of a sudden, George backed away as the giant infront of him looked slightly outraged. "You need to bring me back-" He affirmed in dismay, George gulped as he tried thinking of an excuse, he eventually sighed and considered his circumstances.

"Fine we'll head out in the morning..."

The giant smiled softly as he realized he might have scared the mage, "Thanks...uhm-" He decided to change the subject. "So what's your name?"

George didn't wanna risk lying so he bit his lip and answered, "George..." He muttered.

"Well, uhm- I'm Dream." The giant who was apparently 'Dream' grinned softly. George gave him a nod as exhaustion hit him like a brick as he curled up beside the wall, "I'm going to sleep."

Dream hummed as he considered to stare outside of the cave.

"Goodnight George."

"...Goodnight Dream..."

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Hii, sorry for the slighg delay it took me like 4 attempt to post this cuz Tumblr wasn't cooperating, I got a bit lazy at the end(sorry TwT)

Anyways I'll start working on the next request!

[zero00o0]

Quiet pt 4

Cw: mcyt g/t, cursing, fear play, (major) horror elements, (major) character injury, blood, (major) angst, (major?) violence

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

// OK, I am sorry for disappearing for so long. I should've said something, but to keep it short and simple bad life stuff happened, I had to get more jobs to keep myself up and just didn't have time for social media. Thankfully I'm really close to finishing school now and these past few days I've gotten sick so it gave me time to finally sit down and finish this. I'm not making any guaranteed future promises but I don't plan on staying away forever. At least until I can finish school and get my shit together properly! I'm so so sorry for staying AWOL for months. Please enjoy ^^ I tried to make it more lengthy than I anticipated to make up for the lost time. //

He’s sure that at some point, in his scrambled hyper-energetic mind, he noticed how fidgety and nervous George had been acting while he was in his shop. He’s sure that, even though he wasn’t centered on his clammy hands or sweat-soaked hairline, there was something in him - may that be human instinct or something more profound - that could tell something wasn’t right.

Because if he hadn’t been sure that everything was okay, would he have stopped frantically mopping the juice staining his floor, to make a call that he surely had no business making, because he felt, 'unusual'?

Who knows. Regardless, it was that feeling-driven phone call he made that led him to speak with the county’s entire police force not even half an hour later, regarding the case of a missing vacationer wanted for vandalism and the destruction of private property.

“Like I said, officer; George didn’t steal or threaten my life or anything like that. He just seemed … off. I don’t know how to put it?” Alex struggled to find his words as he shrugged at the big, burly officer towering above him, arms crossed with black shades covering his eyes.

The man hummed and shifted, standing more upright and increasing his height. “Course he seemed off,” he grumbled sternly, “boy just caused a few thousand dollars of damage. He outta be scared. Once we find him he’ll be working for years trying to pay that off.”

The officer glanced over his shoulder towards where his other officers stood around talking by their cars. Then he leaned down slightly, getting closer to Alex's face. "You better not be bullshitting us, Maldonado. I know your history." The clerk clenched his fingers into a fist behind his back. "Officer, I'm not..." he trailed off, frowning nervously. "I'm not trying to imply anything about... 'it'. I didn't even intend to call you, I was just concerned about George. I thought he was sick and called that lady at the resort to connect me to his friends. That's when I realized he was missing and called you to do the 'right thing'." There was an edge to his voice at the final two words. The officer stood back up straight and just nodded. "And it's good you finally have," He said.

"But officer-" Alex was cut off. "Son, I think it'd in yer best interest to stay out of this one. For yours and my station's own sake. Okay? Don't wanna have to take this place away from you, understand?"

Alex bit his tongue and nodded as the cop returned to his car. He disagreed with the man entirely. The officer clearly hadn’t met George in person or had seen him. It didn’t take years of a lasting friendship for the store clerk to know that a little guy like George couldn’t cause damage like that within the span of a few hours. George probably couldn’t do damage like that in a few days.

The sound of car doors shutting pulled Alex away from his thoughts, and he looked over at the source of the sounds. It was Sapnap and Karl, though they didn’t look as cheery nor as rested as they did the last time they met. It was almost intimidating, the manner of the way they approached Alex. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Sapnap looked ready to beat somebody up.

“Hey, guys..” Alex greeted, raising a hand to give a small, awkward wave. Karl gave him a small smile and waved back, but Sapnap didn't bother with greetings as he bluntly said, “tell us what actually happened.” Alex frowned with confusion. “What do you mean? I haven’t lied to the cops about anything,” he said carefully. Karl stepped forward, his tone much more gentle than Sapnap’s as he said, “We don’t think you’ve lied about anything but..” He trailed off, “we think that there are some... elements you may have left out.”

Alex half-scoffed, half-gasped as he just slightly inched backward. “What? What could I have possibly left out? You haven’t even heard my story yet,” he exclaimed. “Then tell it,” Sapnap said, leaning closer to the clerk.

Alex told them everything that had happened from the moment George entered the shop, to him buying the chocolate for Karl, to him leaving in an odd, rushed manner.

“Alex,” Karl began. “I need you to think about everything you just told us. Yes, it was all very off and weird and whatnot.. but was there anything else that struck something in your mind? Something he did that.. maybe you have seen before? Or something you heard that.. maybe you’ve heard on other quiet nights that you try to explain away but.. you know isn’t right?”

Alex bit his cheek as his gaze refused to meet their eyes. “…No.”

“You’ve felt like something’s been off for years now, haven’t you?” Alex looked up at Sapnap with surprise. “That look in your eye, it’s the same as that woman’s.” Sapnap stepped forward and Alex looked away again. “One might think this place is a vacationer's dream, and you see it happen all the time. Happy tourists stopping by, telling you about their sweet, getaway cabins and going on and on, just like us, and you always wanna say something, but you can’t. You think they’ll think you’re crazy, don’t you? But.. you know something’s wrong. You’ve known it since you started working here, but you never admitted it.” Sapnap’s eyes softened for a moment as if he were reflecting his words on an experience of his own.

Alex frowned and turned his back to the Texan. “I’m sorry about your friend, but I don’t know anything.” He spat as he started to leave.

“Alex, please,” Karl cried, grabbing the clerk’s arm. “George is our best friend, he means everything to us, and his fate could be resting on whatever information you can give!” Alex turned to stare at Karl. “Please,” the man pleaded. “Anything.”

The warm hand left Alex’s arm and the clerk sighed. He glanced around a few times before leaning closer to the men. “My grandma told me to never, ever go into the woods alone, especially at night,” he murmured. "As a matter of fact, it was the last thing she told me." Sapnap and Karl glanced at each other.

“And it’s not like I ever wanted to,” he said slowly, his words shaky. “I always felt watched when I went out there.”

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It took every ounce of willpower he had to keep himself from gagging. George turned his head and waved the giant’s hand away. “N-no, thank you,” he managed to say without lurching.

The monster, who’d been trying to offer George a bloody lump of raw flesh from god only knows what pushed the raw meat closer to the human. Using its other hand, it pointed to where its mouth was, trying to explain to George that, This is for you to eat.

George shook his head and finally gagged aloud, getting up from where he sat on the grassy ground to lean over a log, his face green with sickness.

It’s now officially been over a day since the monster - who George prefers to call, 'the giant' now, had kidnapped George from his cabin and taken him throughout the woods of this cabin resort he’d unenthusiastically agreed to go to with his two friends, Sapnap and Karl. For their first hours together, George was dead-set that this giant creature had malicious intentions for him, whether that be eating him alive, torturing him, or doing sadistic experiments. But after it had convinced the human to get chocolate and acted very appreciative and domestic towards him after he did, George wasn’t so sure his initial assumptions were correct.

He coughed a few times as he cleared his throat and tried to clear his mind of the thought of that meat. Behind him, the giant watched with interest and confusion as it took the hunk of bleeding flesh away from George and tossed it into the dark cavern of its own maw. A cold finger brushed up against George’s back, doing its best to rub up and down gently, soothingly. It would’ve felt nice if the giant had any body warmth at all.

The more time George spent with this creature, the more curious it was. Though it had a humanoid body, it lacked key details that, as result, made it very inhuman, like a normal mouth or a normal shade of skin. The tar-black color of its body reminded George of the blackness of looking down at a deep well during the night. It was spooky, yes, but very interesting. Things like these set it very clearly apart from people, but it had so many human-like qualities, that discrediting it as a homosapien all together felt wrong. Besides obvious physical similarities, it also displayed human-like intelligence as well as some sort of emotional intelligence. It had to understand emotion to some extent; if it didn’t, it wouldn’t be mocking a back-rub to George right now to calm him down.

George shrugged the finger away, rubbing his hands up and down his forearms to prevent himself from trembling; partly due to the cold and partly due to the intimidation of something of that size being anywhere near you, let alone touching you. Sure, it’s been over 24 hours now spent with the giant, but most of the time had been asleep and or shitting himself in fear. If he had to guess it’s only been an hour or so since he went to the shop. Just because it was showing George domesticity, didn’t mean he was in favor of showing it back. Quite the contrary. He wanted to go home.

He missed his friends.

The giant, who appeared to have grown bored of sitting around and staring at George, suddenly moved to grab the human and lift him, standing a bit too fast for George’s liking as the human hurried to grab onto its thumb for support. Yet again it was walking with purpose in a random direction, and yet again George was forced to tag along for the ride. Although this time George didn’t want to sit in silence.

He knew it couldn’t understand him, but he needed to hear someone’s voice right now, even if it was just his own.

“I hope you’re going somewhere that has food,” George said aloud, crossing his arms over his stomach. “I don’t know how long you can go without eating but I can’t last that long.” He heard a guttural grumble answer him from within the chest behind him. George sighed, “Maybe I should’ve smuggled one of those chocolate bars for myself,” he said airily, longingly. George sat up straighter. “You probably would’ve smelled it out, though. Wouldn’t you’ve?” He asked, glancing up where its head loomed just a few feet from where he sat. It didn’t answer this time. It was just enjoying listening to its human speak gibberish, George figured. “Where are we going, anyway?”

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…

“When I was younger, I decided to come live with my grandma and work in her shop; this shop.”

Sapnap focused his sharp gaze on Alex, who was zoned out as he began his account of this place. Though he couldn’t see him, he could also tell that Karl was listening closely as well. (He definitely had that cute, scrunchy face he always made when he focused, Sapnap thought in the back of his mind.)

“I was about 17 when I made that decision,” Alex explained. “Well, the truth is I wanted to come here because I knew grandma couldn’t work much longer, and I wanted to make some easy money. This actually pays pretty well. You know, in one month I make-“ Sapnap cut him off, “Focus.” Alex gave him an apologetic look before continuing,

“Well.. it was after she died, and I inherited the business, that I started noticing weird things. Like, paranormal weirdness.” He rubbed his hands together as he thought for a moment. “But not the kind of paranormal like ghosts.. paranormal like… massive shadows appearing and disappearing faster than you can blink, a loud bird-filled forest becoming suddenly quiet, and.. people.. people going into those woods and never coming out."

Sapnap’s eyes widened. “People? As in… more than one?? Why haven’t we heard anything about other people!?” Alex frowned. “The cops used to try and investigate these cases. But after case after case… person after person, and nothing showing up? They gave up and dusted any new disturbance under the rug. The town has decided that these 'missing persons' are just people doing criminal shit in the woods and then 'disappearing.' The story's different depending on who you ask. The cops tell you that it's a human trafficking ring, while the politicians swear there's a drug empire somewhere out there, all while everyone in town thinks that people go out there to kill themselves in the abandoned lake. There haven't been enough people to come back out of the woods to confirm any of this, so every word is just lost in the whirlwind of conspiracies. The only reason your friend is getting any attention at all is because of the property damage.”

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This place was untouched by man. Even though he was stories up in the air, George could tell that there wasn't even a single plastic wrapper to be found. It was lovely, of course, but... in a way... kind of offsetting. Litter was bad, obviously, but seeing litter was a telltale sign that humans had been present there at some point in time. So, seeing none now confirmed to George that he truly was alone out here. No one else would see him in the palm of this creature, and no one could call for help.

"You, uh, you keep it nice and clean around these parts, hm?" He said out loud. Of course, the giant didn't answer, but that didn't surprise him. Honestly, he'd be more surprised if it did answer. , 'Why yes, I do keep it quite clean around here, thanks for noticing!' George couldn't stifle an amused snicker at the thought of a British giant. How amazing would having tea with a giant with a British accent be?

A clicking sound from behind him took him away from his thoughts. "Yes?" George said in response. The giant looked down at him, its green gaze shimmered at him with excitement as it pointed ahead of them. George followed its pointed finger and gasped. They were standing right before a huge lake. It had to be the most beautiful body of water George had ever seen, shimmering water so clean you could almost see to the bottom. Fish splashed on the surface, and just a little ways away he could see some deer stopping by for a drink. Disney WISHES they could capture such beauty. This scene was the epitome of nature, no doubt.

"Oh my..." He gasped, fighting to find words to fit how he felt. He looked back up at the giant. It was looking down at George with a gleam in its gaze. It looked proud to show George this place. 'Look, look at what I have that no human has! Are you impressed?' And George would've said, "Yes! I'm impressed. This is amazing!"

"You're telling me that no one else is here? Why isn't the resort capitalizing on this?! It's amazing! I'm not even an outside guy and I would pay to come out here! You can't tell me that nobody else knows about this place!" George beamed, antsy to get down so he could see it up close.  But instead of letting him down, the giant held onto George's tiny body as it walked forward, stepping into the water.

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“You said that some people come out..” Karl’s voice made an appearance suddenly. "... so there are people who come out alive?”

“Yes,” Alex mumbled. “Well, no… I mean- My grandma. She’s- She was the only one." Sapnap cocked a brow. "You're telling me that your grandma - and I don't mean to be rude, but - your elderly grandmother went into those woods, encountered the…” He glanced at Karl in brief hesitation. “...whatever’s out there... and came back alive to tell the story, while no one else has gone in and made it out?" The Texan questioned. “I’m sorry but it sounds made up.” There was an odd tone of hopefulness in Sapnap’s words. A hope that, maybe, the giant wasn’t real. That the lady really was just crazy, and he hadn’t really seen green eyes watching from the trees their first day there.

The clerk bit his nails as his frown deepened in response to Sapnap's words. That sentence resonated with the clerk on a deeper level than the two boys currently understood.

Alex sighed, deep and long. "That's exactly what I told her up to the day she died," he said dryly. "Me and my entire family. It.." his voice ached with hurt, "it was like a family bonding activity to ridicule and make fun of her. Like belittling this little old lady made us superior. It always hurt her feelings, and we knew it."

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George grasped onto the giant's fingers as they went deeper and deeper into the lake. The lake only reached the giant's waist, but that didn't seem to upset it at all as it bent down until its shoulders were submerged as well. It let go of George and let him gently float in the water. It kept its eyes fixed on the tiny human as he swam around, enjoying the warm water.

Geroge laughed as he held his breath and went under the water. All around them were fish swimming, surely confused about why there was suddenly a ginormous black mass in the center of their home. The gentle rays of sunshine illuminated the space nicely and presented a gorgeous scene for the human to behold.

He resurfaced seconds later and gasped for air. George was never the best at holding his breath. Last he checked he could hold it for about 25 seconds before he started struggling.

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Karl raised his hand for a moment but put it back down. Seemingly deciding against his initial thought, which Sapnap assumed was to comfort Alex. "Hey," he said softly. "You don't have to go into so much detail if it's too much... we just need to know what's out there, and how she made it back out alive." Alex furrowed his brows and tightened his lips into a thin line. Then, the clerk shook his head slowly. "Karl. I-I…I… I swore I would never talk about it again.” He sharply inhaled a breath of air. “I'm sorry... you guys are cool and I wanna help but..." Alex clasped his hands together and blinked a few times like he was composing himself.

"I... want to help you, tell you what I know, but if those pigs down at the station heard that I was talking about 'it' again, they'd take the shop away from me. They already threatened me earlier." The clerk turned away sharply, his posture suddenly tense. "That's all I have left."

He began to walk away.

But he didn't get far.

Alex gasped in surprise as he was suddenly whipped around and facing Sapnap. He didn't have much time to look at his face before he was hit on the side of the head and staggering to the side, disoriented. Before Alex could stabilize himself, the boy grabbed the clerk by the collar of his shirt and lifted him with adrenaline-driven strength. "Now listen here you pussy," he hissed with venom. "Stop thinking about your own damn self and think about someone else for once!" He shook him a few times, Alex's head lolling back and forth violently. "George is my best fucking friend! He’s all WE have. And whatever you know about your grandma surviving could literally determine if he comes out alive or dead. You've sat by and watched all these other people, just like us, come into the resort and NEVER come back home because you were only concerned for YOURSELF! This is your chance to do the right thing for ONCE and save a goddamn life! What would your grandma say if she knew you were too scared to do anything to help these poor people?!?! What is WRONG WITH YOU??"

"SAPNAP quit that," Karl hissed, pulling his friend backward and away from the clerk, causing Sapnap to let go of his shirt. Once released, Alex fell to the floor with a dull thud, he was whimpering and sniffling, snot and tears running down his face. "Ridiculing him isn't going to help us, you idiot!" Karl snapped.

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He looked up at the giant. It was just sitting there watching him carefully, content with just observing George's behavior. The human smirked at the giant, gaining a newfound feeling of confidence. "Well, c'mon! Are you just gonna sit there?" It blinked at him. Blank. Unreadable. George laughed as he used his entire arm to splash its chin. It leaned back, surprised by the action. George smiled endearingly at it. It could be so cute when it wasn't a potential threat to your life.

The giant lifted its arm and used it to gently stir the water a bit, making a mini water tornado. George yelped as he was pulled with it, though he quickly composed himself and started laughing. This seemed to spur the giant on, giving it confidence. It cooed at him as it stirred faster, clicking in a manner that reminded him of laughter. George tried to swim against the pull of the water, but as the giant's enthusiasm increased so did the speed of the water. George's laughter turned awkward, and a bit nervous as he was swept with the spinning waves against his will. 

…

…

Alex sniffed and shuddered as he got back onto his feet. He was cowering away from the two now, his face an entourage of emotions, most of which seemed to be old and resurfacing from the protective shadow of his mind. Delirium, guilt, shame, fear. If the man had lost any more stability in the moment, there was no doubt in Sapnap's mind that he would've been screaming right now.

"If I w-would tell you, if I-I warn you about the demon in the woods, about the-the missing bodies, the screams I sometimes hear at night, would you believe me?! Would you REALLY have believed me earlier??" His voice shuddered and cracked with a growing weakness. "I've tried so many times," Alex whispered, "I've tried to warn people, I've tried to explain, to get SOMEBODY to believe me!!" He wiped the snot off of his face. "Eventually I just stopped trying. The cops told me I was inflicting terror onto, and harassing my customers." He bit his bottom lip so hard Sapnap was surprised no blood trickled down his chin. "Sometimes people come and leave without a problem.. so I just started to have wishful thinking. Maybe it's all my fault.. for not being convincing enough. For not following my gut instinct and stopping George before he could run back out there..."

…

…

The giant didn't seem to notice the human's change in behavior, though. It just made excited noises as it added its other arm into the mix, spinning George around like he was a pool toy. Nervousness turned to panic when George was caught in the waves with no way of escaping. He was losing strength and was becoming weaker and weaker as he was rag-dolled around in the water, unable to prevent himself from going under just to spin right back to the surface. "Wai- Wait," he cried, but his voice was muffled by the water. He could barely see it, but when he surfaced once again, he caught a glimpse of the wide, empty, sadistic glee in the giant's gaze as it toyed with the human, the being that had no power over it, that it could bend to its will and play with like he was nothing but a toy.

And then George went under.

The rays of sunlight illuminating the lake were gone.

And it was dark.

...

...

"Alex," Karl's voice was a nice calming interruption to Alex's stress and Sapnaps anger. Like a mourning dove sounding over a storm's wind. "We may not have believed you before, but we are here listening to you now and we do believe you. Maybe there is still hope. So please, just tell us what you know."

Alex choked out a whimper as his head fell, his hair falling over his eyes as he tried to calm himself. He sounded defeated.

"I don't know exactly what it is, but I do know that it's big. Really big. Big enough to cast down enormous shadows and tear apart two-story cabins. It has two arms and two legs. It's fast and deathly quiet. Though I’ve never seen them yet, my grandma always said... ‘You don't know it's there until you see its eyes,

And you don't see its green eyes unless it wants you to know that you've been found’."

Karl gasped and Sapnap grabbed his head in panic. Alex blinked in surprise at their unexpected reactions. “Wha-?”

“The old lady,” Karl explained frantically, “the one who you called at the resort. She told us that her wife was killed by a giant green-eyed monster. We believed her but-" “But to hear someone else say it,” Sapnap’s shaky voice interrupted. “To hear someone else say it just… makes it more real.”

For a heartbeat, they were all quiet. Each and everyone one of them was just beginning to truly feel, to truly realize the realness of all this. As if they'd been holding onto a logical blanket of comfort that told them, ‘Monsters aren’t real.’ Now their eyes were forcibly open. There were monsters.

Monsters are real.

Monsters are real, and it took George. It took tons of people like George. Stalked them, hunted them down, and took it for itself.

“Alex, you have to tell us how your grandma escaped.” Sapnap’s voice was as sudden as it was frantic. Once again his hands were clasped around the shirt collar of the store clerk as his pleading eyes stared into Alex’s very soul. “Please, please! Right now! We have to get going and find him before it’s too late!”

Alex clenched his teeth as he held onto Sapnap’s wrists. “The monster’s eyes!” The clerk trembled. “Its eyes are its biggest advantage and biggest weakness. It can’t catch you if it can’t see you. That night when she went in the back to put out the trash and saw them- she threw a can of cola at it and burned its eyes long enough to escape! It never messed with her again.”

The two boys nodded. “Ok,” Karl said. “We have to blind it. But- how and-and where are we even gonna find it, Sapnap??”

Sapnap didn’t answer as he grabbed Karl’s hand and ran back to the car, leaving Alex alone as he watched the two drive back towards their cabin.

Right back towards the heart of the woods.

...

...

A cold shock pulsed through his body, his heart jumped and he let out a half-gasp, half-scream as he jerked violently, his eyes wide open yet unfocused.

The last thing he remembered was being pulled into the dark abyss of water stirring around him violently, confident that it would be the last sensation he'd ever feel.

And yet... here he was. Breathing, albeit with some struggle.

George sat up and leaned over, coughing and choking as he spat out the water that filled his lungs, desperate to get a clear, uninterrupted breath.

After a few minutes of heaving, gagging, and sputtering the Brit was finally able to get a grip on himself and his surroundings. But he couldn’t say he was pleased with the first thing he saw once he looked around.

The giant - the monster - was there, sitting a few yards away from the boy. Its hand was closer to George than its body was, which indicated to him that it had definitely been the source of the cold shock that woke him up. It looked conflicted- surprised. Like it hadn’t expected George to start back to life. Iits haunting green gaze domineering over all other aspects of it, seizing George’s attention. In a way, it almost looked relieved.

But George didn’t care what the giant felt right now, it just tried to kill him. 

His heart raced and his hands began to tremble as he found that he was once again struggling to breathe. He forced his eyes to peel away from the glowing green orbs and to his surroundings. He needed to run. He needed to get away. This… thing… was unstable. It had tricked him into trusting it, and what a fool he had been to feel comfortable around the monster that terrorized him for an entire night- no- that terrorized him since he got here. This thing had been hunting him since he got here! It made him lose his mind, lose his sanity, and make him think he was going insane.

They were back in the monster’s burrow. It looked like he was deeper inside now. He whipped his head around, studying the walls, moss, bramble, and all the different things that were growing inside. Wait, he wasn’t deeper inside. The burrow didn’t go any deeper. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to figure out why he felt different. Why were the surroundings off? 

The giant made a move and George screamed, scrambling backward and looking for anything to hold onto for purchase. The giant froze as George moved away from it. It was making sounds reminiscent of the comforting rumbling it had been making hours ago when it saved him from the bobcat, but the Brit could barely hear it over the sound of his heart racing, causing blood to pump through his veins powerfully. 

He didn’t stop trying to move away until he felt his hand come down on something hollow, breaking it and causing George to fall on his back. He winced in pain as his neck hit something hard and sharp, making his head spin. George was still holding onto the thing his hand had broken as he forced himself to sit upright, his vision spinning and out of focus. He lifted his hand to shake the thing off, but as he looked down, the only thing he could do was scream.

His hand had broken through a worn-down human skull. And as he turned to look around at where he was sitting, he realized that he had fallen right onto a spine. 

His head was spinning, his eyes were unfocused, and his heart threatened to send him into cardiac arrest. He frantically looked around. There were more. Skulls, spines, arms, legs, piles piles PILES. He was sitting in piles of human remains. Dead bodies. People who went into these woods and NEVER came back out. People who saw the monster, and never lived to tell the tale. Dead. Gone. Thrown into a hole and forgotten about forever. Killed. MURDERED.

Cold fingers wrapped around his arms as he violently thrashed, kicking, screaming, biting. He was acting like a feral animal. He was hysterical. George didn’t know what he was doing anymore. It was inaccurate to say that George was even conscious at the moment.

This was nothing but primal human terror fighting to stay alive.

He saw another black hand reach under him and wipe dirt over the exposed graveyard of discarded bodies, covering it up. The hand seemed to shake as well. It had been caught, of course, it was nervous. 

Before the monster had a chance to lift him up any higher George managed to reach a hand onto the ground and grab a fistful of dirt. As he was lifted towards its face, he hurled the dry dirt at its eyes with as much power as he could conjure. 

The monster wailed as the earth hit its exposed pupils. It wailed so loud, so high pitched, George could feel warm blood trickling out of his ears. The pain distracted the monster long enough for George to struggle his way out of its iron fist, fall to the ground, and sprint around, out of the exit.

He didn’t know where he was going. But he knew that his best bet would be the opposite way that he tried before. It had to work. He HAD to find his way back to his friends. He’d run all the way to Florida if he had to. 

He’d do anything just to hear Sapnap’s laugh.

His footsteps pounded on the forest floor, sticks and grass, and leaves were thrown behind him as his powerful steps dug up the ground. The wind felt like thousands of needles pinching his face as he ran through it, his lungs were ice cold with the freezing air. 

He’d do anything just to feel one more hug from Karl.

George cried. He cried for warmth, he cried for rest, he cried for safety, he cried for his friends. He wanted to go home. He wanted this hellish nightmare to be over.

And suddenly the ground was gone. And in its place was concrete. 

George gasped as he fell over trying to abruptly stop. His face hit the hard surface, and he heard a deep crack from his nose, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t even register the pain. A road. A road! The road to the cabin! To Sapnap and Karl! He laughed as he threw himself to his feet and stomped on the concrete with glee. His path home!

Or maybe home would come to him.

…

…

Sapnap drove the car as fast as it could go. It could barely make the sharp turns of the backroad at this speed, but they had to get to the cabin. They had to start somewhere. “Sapnap! Please- please just go a little bit slower!” Karl’s terrified voice shook with fear in the passenger seat as he clutched onto Sapnap’s shoulder. “We’re so close…” Sapnap would mumble back. His eyes were glued to the road before them, his thoughts however were miles away. Back in Florida where nothing was wrong. He should’ve just let George play his stupid games. He should’ve just joined him. He should’ve just-

“SAPNAP STOOOPPP! LOOK OUT!”

Karl’s scream snapped Sapnap back into reality as he realized he was racing right towards somebody walking in the road. “Fuck- Wait!” 

…

…

George heard the roaring of an engine coming up from the road. His heart leaped as he turned to wait for it to come. But as he stood with his hands in the air, screaming for attention, he realized that the car was hurtling down the narrow road. He could hear the tires squeaking, the engine roaring with passion. The sounds make him feel scared all at once. Why would someone be driving so fast back here? Unless they saw something…

The Brit became ultra aware of the silence deafening his ringing ears.

His knees felt weak all at once, and he had to strain to keep himself standing. He looked around, his eyes desperately scanning the edge of the trees for that horrible green color, that all too eerie black shadowy form. That’s when the car came speeding down the road right toward him.

All his life he’d never understood why deers would stand so still while a car came right at them. He always assumed it was because they were animals, and animals were dumb.

But this week he’d realized that to that monster, he was an animal. An animal to be hunted. To be found as a prize. And at this moment, he and a deer weren’t really that different. Were they?

…

…

Deafening ringing filled his ears as Sapnap tried his best to steer the car out of the way, tried to avoid the man in the road, but wasn’t fast enough and still hit half of him. The car came to a screeching halt, all too late, and the men inside were left sitting in a fog of shock.

Red crimson painted the hood.

The body lay limp right on the edge of the road.

The car had stopped right next to a cliff, just feet away from rolling off.

Karl was the first to react. He gasped as if he was holding his breath like he had been drowning in the thick tension of the situation. It was the blonde who was strong enough to get himself out of the car, to walk down the road and toward the body. But it was Sapnap who, after following in pursuit at the sound of Karl’s horrified scream, was strong enough to say the word, “George-”

Karl’s wails became background noise to Sapnap. The Texan didn’t even realize that the blonde had fallen to his hands and knees and crawled over to George’s body and splayed himself over his friend. Hugging him and wailing out for help. The only thing Sapnap could focus on was the horrified look on his friend’s face. Like it was a picture printed right onto George’s face. It didn’t look real. He looked like a wax statue. His fingers ran through his hair as he watched red pour onto the green-turning-yellow grass of mid-autumn. He stared until he couldn’t take it anymore, turning around to look at the murder weapon - the car - with tears spilling from his eyes. It was barely damaged. The only thing wrong was that the trunk had popped open, and the shotgun he had packed had fallen onto the road. It was laying right in a pool of blood. The man trembled, losing balance suddenly as his own sobs threatened to escape his throat. 

What. Had. He. Done.

Karl’s screams suddenly got earsplitting louder. So much louder, that it got Sapnap to turn around. His heart stopped beating as he looked up. Up. Up. Up. Up at those green, hollow, evil eyes that glared with a rage readable by any living thing at them. The shadowy body that the eyes belonged to lurched forwards at paranormal speed with inhumane movements. It came out from the trees’ edge and right towards Karl. The blonde wailed with fright as he moved away slightly, but not far enough. The monster put a giant hand over George’s body, blocking him off from the boys’ sight as it used another to hit Karl away.

If it were the size of a human, the slap would’ve been only just strong enough to send a small object a few inches away, but this monster had the strength of a hundred men, and what a flick of a wrist was to it was powerful enough to send Karl right into a trunk of a tree. A snap echoed until it reached Sapnap’s ears, making the boy cringe. A trembling wail escaped his throat as he watched Karl hit the trunk with awful force. It didn’t appear to kill the blonde, thankfully. But Karl definitely wasn’t getting up any time soon. Sapnap’s gaze traveled from Karl to the monster, who was hunched up into a tight ball and curling its fingers around George’s form. There was water spilling from the thing’s cheeks (tears?) that fell and landed on the ground around the unmoving human, staining the road. 

There were a few long, drawn-out moments that passed where he just watched the thing coo and grumble at his friend, almost like it was trying to get a response out of him, to the monster finally noticing Sapnap watching it.

The boy breathed out a gasp as he tried to back away, trying to find his footing, but he wasn’t fast enough. The green-eyed monster got to its feet and pounced on him first. It stood over him for not even a moment before he felt the force of its foot kicking him towards where that cliff was by their car. He groaned in agonizing pain as the giant force flung his body like a dog toy. He landed awkwardly on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the cliff. At this angle, he could see how far down the fall was. It looked like a fall straight to the gate of hell. Maybe it was a foreshadow for him. His last sight on Earth would be his first sight in his afterlife. Ironic.

Sapnap didn’t have enough time to laugh cruelly at himself before a horrible force was placed on top of him. He yelled in pain as the giant dug its foot into his body, but not so much as to crush him at once. It did it slowly. It added pressure every second. The pressure changed, but its haunting gaze never did. It stared down at Sapnap with a quiet rage. Pure evil. He couldn’t breathe anymore. He could feel his life draining.. draining… draining.

He fucked everything up. He killed his best friends. Maybe he was the real monster.

“You…”

A weak voice made the pressure killing Sapnap stop. He was whimpering, his voice straining as he tried to call for help. Suddenly the monster moved away altogether. Sapnap choked in a breath, coughing hysterically as he sat up frantically looking around. It wasn’t until he followed the giant’s startled gaze that he saw what had been the source of the voice.

…

…

He felt no fear. For once in this whole experience, George felt fearless. Awaking to the sounds of his friends crying in pain because of that fucking monster triggered something deep within him. His legs had to be broken. Maybe even his arm. He was losing blood by the second, and there was no way he could be standing right now by every law of nature, no way he could’ve crawled over to the wrecked car. But here he was, standing upright, staring right at the monster as the monster started right at the eye of the shotgun he was aiming at its face.

Its green eyes sparkled when they saw him. Gleeful that he was alive. They made eye contact only for a moment before it realized what George was holding. It didn’t have enough time to react, to move, to do anything at all.

Fuck this monster.

“Go to hell.”

One shot rang and not even a moment later the monster was wailing as it clutched a cold, dark hand over its bleeding eyeball. It screamed and cried with sounds George had never heard it make before. It staggered with imbalance as it fought for purchase on something it could grab- but there was nothing around for it to take as it tripped and descended right off of the cliff's edge.

Relief washed over him as he finally succumbed to his injuries and fell to the ground. Not even a moment later did he feel hands supporting him, lifting him up. “George! George! Oh my god! Holy- I- George you’re alive!” It was muffled by his ears, but he knew it was Sapnap. After a minute he could feel another pair of arms wrap around him. Somehow Karl had managed to drag himself over to the two, as they all embraced with relief and joy. 

George frowned as he held onto his friends tighter. He didn’t want to, but he thought about the monster. Why did it take him? Why did it treat him so nicely, only to try and drown him? George let tears wash over his red cheeks as he sobbed. Maybe it didn’t mean to drown him. It was trying to play- trying to make George happy. It wanted to make the old lady and her wife happy. It left gifts, it played pranks. But it got too enthusiastic and killed her. The monster was shunned and was left to be alone again.

George looked at Sapnap and Karl as they lay on the side of the road, not speaking quite yet but just taking in each other’s presence. He loved being around them, loved it more than even talking to them.

And he realized that that’s what it wanted. It wanted a presence to be around. Company. A nice warm body to hug when you felt lonely, someone to go to when you need something. Someone to have fun with. 

But it wasn’t human. It was too big. It never realized its own strength. Never meant to have casualties. In a sense it was careless. It was greedy. Going back for more people despite knowing it couldn’t contain itself.

But George couldn’t help from feeling sympathetic. Because all that time away from his friends made him realize how much he missed them.

All it wanted was a friend.

[sheena-yuet]

Winter Soldier au

- Zero poof reading hell yas -

Recently I just re-watched the winter soldier movie. I really like Bucky so damn much so I just popped out an idea. What if the winter soldier has the ability to size-shift too uwu.

And in this au, I wanted Dweam to be the winter soldier. George and Sapnap are a super soldier. But I don’t want both of them have the same ability as Captian America has. So I decided to give them some super powa— haha

So here is my DWEAM, three of them joined the military. And Dream was separated during a fight on the train ( which is where the scene Bucky fell off the train). After that the Hydra captured and tortured him. They also brainwashed and turned him to a winter soldier.

Anddd about gogy and sapnap, both of them became a super soldier after Dream was captured. They received some super power like control the gravity ? ( Basically gogy can lifts up everything) and sapnap is a fire boy. Also, George doesn’t not have blue eyes if he doesn’t use his powa.

These drawings took me days to complete it hahaha (pAiN) BUT ! There’s few more scenes I really want to redraw! Let’s see how determined I am to draw them all xD

I wasn’t planned to draw the character setting thingy. But I just can’t help myself hahah!

[gt-mcyt]

monsters vs aliens

(ao3)

Chapter 5: Monsters VS Aliens

George knew that monsters, by the American government’s definition – different, non-human, and dangerous to society – were rare. Sure, there were plenty of people and things dangerous to society, but not many of them were non-human, which was the key part in allowing the government to lock them up without legal protest. George was the first “monster” captured and experimented on by the American government, after all – even if he was more of a mutant than monster, if you wanted to get technical – and Karl and Sapnap came not long after he was detained. They were lucky that all three popped into existence around the same time, really. So, he didn’t expect another addition to Area Fifty-Something within his lifetime. And if there was, he expected it to be a werewolf or a vampire of some sort, not a cute, white-haired, hundred-foot-tall man – err, pretend you didn’t hear the “cute” part.

Despite Sapnap’s teasing, George knew that the demon also found the giant man cute and intimidating, and not in a scary way, but in a “trying to talk to him makes me stutter and blush” kind of way.

If only Dream wasn’t so held up on this Quackity guy.

“Quackity said …” this, and “Quackity said …” that.

George was getting tired of hearing about Quackity, and it wasn’t because he was jealous (yes, he was mature enough to admit that he was jealous Dream was engaged to someone else). It was because despite the obvious stars in Dream’s eyes every time he talked about his fiancé, George couldn’t help but hate every fact and memory Dream shared about the man. If he was being honest, Quackity sounded like an asshole. But Dream just couldn’t see it!

Maybe, eventually, George could get Dream to see his worth. Maybe, eventually, George could get Dream to look past his bug eyes and cockroach wings and get him to flirt back with him. Maybe, eventually, they could be together in the way that George wanted.

But today, George had a different goal: get Dream to shrink down to his previous height.

George was going to do it by using certain electrical currents, which would hopefully interact with the extra-terrestrial energy in Dream’s body, and – if the extra-terrestrial energy was the cause of his immense size and strength, like George suspected it was – it should reverse the energy’s effects on Dream. George may have been more of a chemist and biologist than engineer, but he still knew his way around a computer and electrical parts. So, using a pizza box, a toaster, stolen computer parts from the prison office (but shh, no he doesn’t have those parts), wires he’d pulled from the wall in his bedroom (he definitely didn’t do that, either), some stray batteries that had been in his lunch a couple days ago, some paper clips, and … hmm, he was still missing something.

Behind George, Sapnap and Karl were playing Go-Fish with Area Fifty-Something themed cards; however, playing any intelligent game with Karl was like trying to turn lead into gold (and trust George, he’d tried – he could branch out from chemistry and biology if he wanted, thank you very much!) Karl just … didn’t have a brain. And he wasn’t very good at cards, either. Patches sat behind Karl, peeking at his cards, and occasionally giving Sapnap hints when she felt like it.

The fact that Patches was more intelligent than Karl sometimes amused George, and sometimes filled him with sorrow.

“Go fish,” Sapnap said to Karl. He looked up at Patches, who started to lick her paw three times in succession, then stopped. Sapnap smirked. “Do you … have any … threes?”

Karl’s purple eyes widened. “Yes, I do! How are you doing this? You’re the luckiest guy I know!”

Sapnap grinned and cracked his knuckles. He reached over to the radio on their table and tweaked the antenna, helping the static fall away and making the music clearer. George’s eyes narrowed. Bingo. “Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it,” Sapnap said. “I’m just that – what the … hey!”

George jumped from Dream’s bigger table and used his wings to glide to the other, normal-sized table. He plucked the antenna from the radio, evaded Sapnap’s fiery fist trying to grab him, and scurried back over to Dream’s shoes. Dream, wordlessly, reached down from where he was sitting in his chair, and George climbed onto Dream’s palm. It felt leathery and firm, and Dream’s fingers were almost all as tall as George. Feeling Dream lift him from the ground to the table was like being on a roller coaster with no safety straps or harnesses; the only thing keeping George from tumbling to the floor was how Dream’s fingers curled over him in a mock prison, to keep him safe. George’s stomach was left behind as he went from ground level to fifty feet in the air in seconds.

As he was gently pushed from Dream’s palm onto the metal table, deposited by the Macgyvered computer, George’s stomach became unsettled for a whole other reason. George, still on his hands and knees, looked up at Dream and made eye contact with his gorgeous green – though they looked golden to George – eyes. His white hair curled and framed his soft face. It was like a bunch of baby cockroaches – or butterflies, whatever the saying was – were fluttering around in George’s belly.

“Uh, George?” Dream said. “Do you finally have what you need?”

“Um,” George said eloquently. Then he snapped back to himself, shaking his head. “Yes, yes, I do. In fact, I have everything I need.” He got to his feet and hurried over to the computer, sticking the antenna into the port he had created. The computer screen, which had been staticky before, now gave a clear visual. George laughed in victory. “They called me crazy, but I’ll show them – I’ll show them all!”

“George,” Dream said, looking concerned, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t do your mad scientist laugh while I’m hooked up to this machine.”

Patches meowed loudly, padding over to Dream’s chair and head-butting Dream’s side.

Sapnap leaned back in his own chair, “Patches is right. Dream, you’ve been letting Dr. Cockroach over here experiment on you for a month.”

“I’m not Dr. Cockroach, I’m Dr. Davidson!” George squeaked, embarrassed. He’d been a cockroach-human mutant for years, but that didn’t mean he appreciated when Sapnap poked fun at his situation or accident. He was … sensitive about it.

“Well, what choice do I have?” Dream asked, exasperated. He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “If George can make me normal, or even eight feet tall, I can get out of here and get back to the life I’m supposed to have. There’s no harm in trying. I’m practically indestructible, anyway. It’s not like George can kill me with his experiments … right?”

Dream turned to face George, large eyes searching for reassurance. And though George’s heart clenched at the sight, and he hated how eager Dream was to leave them, he still nodded. “Right. I wouldn’t do that to you, Dream.”

“Okay, throw the switch, Doctor,” Dream joked. “But – but don’t do the evil laugh. Please.”

“Got it,” George said. “Now, you’re going to feel a slight pinch in the brain.” He reached over to the switch made out of a bottle of hairspray and flipped it without further hesitation, ignoring Dream’s concerned look. The wires and pads connected to Dream lit up with the electrical current, and Dream gasped at the pain, then the wires got red-hot, and George started to worry about just how much electricity was being generated – it shouldn’t have been too much, not with what he’d slapped together – but maybe it was reacting negatively with the energy within Dream.

Dream groaned from the pain persisting, and George made a decision. But just before he was about to turn off the machine and call it a day, the machine short-circuited and shut off, sending one last large bolt of electricity through the wires to Dream. Dream screamed and tumbled from his chair, causing a massive thump to echo through the commons.

George, heart in his throat, shut off the machine and jumped from the table, using his wings to glide down to Dream’s side. As he walked past Dream’s hand, he did a double take when he realised that Dream’s pinky finger was now as long as he was tall, when previously, George had stood taller than it.

George had a bad feeling about what had happened.

“Dream!” George called. Sapnap and Karl joined him at Dream’s side.

“Am I small again?” Dream groaned. He rolled over, leaving George, Karl, and Sapnap to hurry out of the way, lest they be crushed. Dream got to his hands and knees, still groaning, and looked down at the others. His expression changed from pained to crushed.

“I’m afraid not,” George said. “In fact, you may actually have grown a couple of feet …” He laughed nervously.

Dream sighed. “That’s okay. We can try again another day.”

Sapnap growled. “You really don’t get it, do you?” He asked. He threw out his arms in frustration. “No monster has ever gotten out of here! Nobody’s leaving, nobody is ever getting out.”

Across the room, there was a whirring sound, and a large metal panel opened. Bad came flying in on his jetpack. “Good news, monsters!” He said, “You’re getting out!”

“Until today,” Sapnap said, looking miffed.

-

“So, let me get this straight, Bad,” Sapnap said, “You want us to fight an alien robot?”

The entire monster team was on a moving platform, slowly trudging past multiple two-way mirrors and military personnel. Dream had to stay on his knees the entire time because the area had not been built for his hundred-foot-tall frame. He listened intently to what the general was saying, so excited that he barely cared about all the stares he was getting from the tiny humans.

“And in exchange,” Bad explained, “the president authorised me to give you your freedom. Granted, you’ll still need to live on base, because you aren’t human, and can’t get living quarters in a town or city, but you’ll be allowed to leave and travel as you want.”

“I can’t believe it!” Dream said, “Soon, I’ll be back in Quackity’s arms …” Then Dream looked down at himself, then at the size of the others. “… or he’ll be in mine.”

“I can’t wait for summer break back in the Florida Everglades,” Sapnap said, eyes lit up with a fire. “I loved wrestling alligators and freaking everybody out.”

“And I’ll go back to my lab and finally finish my experiments,” Karl giggled.

“No, no, that’s me, Karl,” George said.

“Then … I’ll be a really giant man,” Karl said.

“That’s Dream, Karl.”

“Fine. Then I’ll go back to Florida and be with Quackity.”

“That’s still Dream, Karl,” Sapnap said.

“I think I, at least, deserve a change to be with Derek!”

The group sighed.

-

After a few hours plane ride, which left Dream uncomfortably cramped in the cargo unit, they finally landed. The back door opened and lowered, giving a ramp for them to walk off. Bad jumped out with his jetpack, letting the others follow him. Dream uncurled himself from his position and, on his hands and knees, descended the ramp. When he was finally on the road that their plane had landed on, he got to his feet and stretched, hearing the satisfying pops his back made. Below him, the three little monsters walked down the ramp, and Dream caught George glancing up at his large height, eyes even wider than they usually were. Dream tried not to let it get to him – after all, it’s not like George had a leg to stand on when it came to seeing others as freaks.

“Let’s move out!” Bad called. He used his jetpack to fly to about waist-level with Dream, leading the monsters further down the road.

Dream finally got a chance to look around. The road they were on was empty and the surrounding area looked abandoned; they had been told that the area was in a state of evacuation due to the alien robot. But then Dream saw a large bridge off to the west, and his eyes widened when he recognised where they were. He flapped his hands in excitement.

“This is Anastasia Island,” he told the others. “This isn’t far from my home! Only about an hour out!”

George hesitantly stepped further out on the road and looked around. His eyes took in everything with a reverence that could only come from someone imprisoned for many years. His antenna wiggled eagerly, which Dream found almost … cute? George sighed in relief. “Just feeling the wind on my antenna … isn’t this wonderful? Being outside?”

“I haven’t been outside for a decade,” Karl said, then conveniently added, almost sadly, “I’ve only been alive for a decade.”

Just then, over the horizon, there was a large groaning sound. The fog and smoke cleared to show a figure maybe two hundred yards away. It was bigger than even Patches, probably three hundred to three-hundred-fifty feet tall. It was oval-like in shape – almost like a Kinder Egg with arms and legs – and had a singular green eye, which was surveying the land around its base. The rest of the robot looked to be made of various metals and had seams between metal plating that glowed a neon green. Bad whistled in an impressed manner. “Wow! That’s quite the robot!”

Dream’s jaw dropped. “It’s huge.”

Bad used his jetpack to fly back to the cargo plane, speaking cheerfully as the ramp and doors closed behind him, “Try not to damage it too much, monsters. I might want to bring it back to base to study!”

“No, no, no, wait!” Dream said, panicked, “You didn’t say anything about it being huge! Bad, wait! No! Don’t leave us here!”

But it was no use – the plane had already begun to ascend, flying away from the group.

There was another groaning sound, the sound of large and heavy amounts of metal moving and grinding against itself, and then the giant robot was facing them. From so far away, Dream still felt mildly safe, but then the robot shot a bright green light from its eye. The light fell on the group and, stupidly, Dream was reminded of playing Among Us and how the crewmates needed to scan each other in med-bay, which generated a light that ran up and down a crewmate’s body. It was like the alien robot was scanning them – though, for what, Dream didn’t know. He didn’t get the chance to investigate because, just as quickly, the light disappeared. The robot stopped moving and held still.

Karl smiled up at the robot. “I think it sees us.” He waved his hands in the air. “Hello! Hi! How are you doing? Welcome! We are here to destroy you!” He mimed punching with one fist into another.

“You are not helping,” Dream hissed. Then, “I cannot fight that thing. It’s, like, twenty feet taller than I am.”

“Technically speaking, it’s about two hundred feet taller than you,” George said. “I think you’re getting your measurements mixed up because of your size and how that makes other things relative to –” George stopped abruptly at Dream glare. “… right. Not helping.”

“I cannot fight that thing,” Dream reiterated. “I haven’t even been in a fistfight before, how am I meant to fight a giant metal robot?!”

“Relax!” Sapnap said, grinning, “We’ve got this under control. After all, most of us are indestructible.”

Before Dream could tell Sapnap how little that relaxed him, George walked over and put a comforting hand on Dream’s shoe. Or, well, it looked like it was supposed to be comforting. Dream couldn’t even feel the touch. “It’ll be okay, Dream. Why don’t you hide in the city? You’ll be safe there while we deal with the robot.”

Though he felt like a coward for doing so, Dream did not want to fight a three-hundred-foot-tall robot, so he nodded and was quick to turn and run toward the city.

Maybe he could help with evacuation?

-

“Finally, some action!” Sapnap said, excited. George rolled his eyes at the demon’s posturing. Sapnap stretched, cracking his knuckles. “I can’t wait to turn that oversized tin can into a really dented, oversized tin can.” But then the robot got closer, showing its absolutely massive size, and opened up its side panels to reveal its arms. Sapnap gulped, suddenly looking less confident. “Okay! Does anybody have an eye on when Patches will get here? We could really use Patches right now.”

“Patches wasn’t supposed to be here until later!” George said, panic filling him.

The robot got even closer, its feet crunching into the pavement.

“Wow!” Karl said. “Would you look at the size of that –”

“FOOT!” George screamed.

George and Sapnap got out of dodge quickly, but Karl stayed behind, eyes wide and expression in awe. The robot foot came down on the gelatinous blob, smashing him into the pavement and flattening him into a pancake. George thought for sure Karl was a goner, but then the foot raised – there were four of them, now that George could see clearly – and Karl hung from the bottom of the metal.

“I got him, you guys! I got –” the foot came down again, and Karl disappeared. Then the foot raised, and he was back in his human-like shape, stuck to the metal. This happened a couple more times as Karl continued to talk. “Don’t worry! I won’t let go! … I’m wearing it down! … Please tell me it’s slowing down!”

But it wasn’t slowing down. In fact, it was speeding up and heading straight for the city – where Dream was. And potentially innocent civilians. But most importantly, Dream.

“We have to go after it!” George exclaimed.

-

The entire city was dead. Everyone had been evacuated hours ago, leaving a city that was eerie in its stillness. Dream felt absolutely huge as he traversed through the ghost city. He barely fit through the tight roads, he accidentally stepped on a few cars, knocked over a streetlamp, and almost tripped and caught himself on the side of building, only to pull his hands away and found the concrete and metal crumbling beneath his fingers. Most of the buildings were shorter than him, with only a few reaching over his head – those being the skyscrapers.

Dream turned to one of said skyscrapers and caught his reflection in the many polished windows. He looked … not like himself. His face was the same as it had always been, but everything else was wrong. His hair was still curly, but now it almost reached his shoulders, and was white instead of copper. His eyes were brighter, more neon than they should be. His ears were slightly pointed, like an elf. His skin was paler than usual, thanks to two months locked up underground, and his freckles stood stark against his complexion. He grimaced, then noticed through the grimace that his teeth were all sharper, more jagged, with long canines. Dream reached a hand up to hook a finger around his canines, staring at his reflection with a somber expression.

Then the ground started to shake.

Dream knew that meant the robot was nearby.

Not for the first time, he wished he was smaller. Except, this time, he didn’t wish he was smaller because he wanted to be normal – he wished he was smaller because he wanted to hide. Panic filled his chest, the need to hide overwhelming. He felt a sharp tug in his gut and suddenly, the buildings around him grew taller … or he was shrinking.

Dream gasped as everything got bigger, and suddenly he was just as tall as the apartment he stood next to, easily hiding behind the build. Dream looked down at his hands as though they held the answers, but there was no answer. After being nearly a hundred feet tall for two months, then suddenly shrinking, Dream wished he had more time to freak out about it. As it was, he stumbled through the streets, trying to put himself further away from the robot.

Unfortunately, it was for naught – he was on another street when he was suddenly highlighted with a bright green spotlight. It scanned him. Dream gasped at how strong it was, hurting his eyes, and tried to move out of the light. It followed him, though, through Dream’s attempts to dodge it, and at the last second, it turned a bright red, then disappeared. The big green eye on the robot turned red, leaving it to look Christmas-themed as the green lights between its metal plates still shone through. For a few seconds, nothing happened. The robot didn’t move and neither did Dream.

Then all hell broke loose.

The robot moved one of its giant arms through the building it stood in front of, knocking debris and concrete everywhere. At his now diminished size – probably fifty feet or less, if Dream was guessing correctly – the debris was large enough to cause a grave injury if hit. Dream dodged it all and started running like his life depended on it.

Which it did, most likely.

Probably.

Unfortunately.

-

Dream ran and ran, until he reached the Bridge of Lions. It was one of the larger bridges in Florida and it connected St. Augustine to Anastasia Island. Dream had crossed the bridge many times before, but never had it looked so small to him – and he was only fifty feet tall right now! Regardless, the robot persisted after him. The only good thing about the alien robot was that it moved slowly, though not slowly enough that Dream couldn’t see it entering the waterway from a couple hundred yards away. As the robot splashed into the depths, Dream could see that the water wasn’t nearly deep enough to submerge and short-circuit it, which was a shame, really. Dream would have loved if the robot died before it could get to him.

As he got closer to the bridge, Dream saw multiple cars in what looked to be a traffic jam, but upon closer inspection, was due to an accident. There was a semi-truck turned over, blocking the path to St. Augustine. Dream looked back over at the robot and saw that it was too close for comfort. The humans on the bridge were in trouble, and though Dream doubted he could lift a semi-truck at his current size, he still needed to do something. So, he walked along the bridge, surprised that it held his weight, and went to help the stuck cars. His first instinct was to just lift the semi-truck out of the way, so he got on his knees and went to bend and lift; he surprised himself with his own strength, seeing as how he almost completely flipped the truck without even trying. Then he turned to the other cars, ready to push them through the open path if needed, only to see multiple people getting out of their cars, running away and screaming.

Dream almost thought they were running from him – and didn’t that hurt – before he heard the splashing of water and moving of heavy machinery, and he gasped as he looked over his shoulder and barely dodged one of the arms of the robot reaching for him. The entire bridge slanted under the weight of the arm, dragging Dream closer to what looked like a mouth on the robot – complete with a full set of rotating, jagged, sharp teeth.

Dream screamed.

He slid down the bridge but managed to get his feet on the upper and lower lips of the mouth, stopping his descent into the shredding teeth. Several empty cars fell victim to the robot.

“No, no!” Dream said, breathless as he tried to climb away, “no, it can’t end like this!”

Just then, there was the sound of a helicopter in the air, and Dream chanced a look behind himself to see a helicopter dragging a huge puffball on a string, luring a very playful Patches after it. Patches jumped one last time, missing the ball, but landing in the water by the bridge. That was when the cat-caterpillar seemed to realise that Dream was in trouble – she was such a smart girl! – and meowed loudly. She batted her paw at the robot, leaving large claw marks in its eye, disabling it. The robot stopped. Then Patches placed her paw on the bridge, pushing it back so it laid flat. Dream was finally able to breathe, and he looked up at Patches gratefully.

Further down the bridge, Dream saw the three little monsters making their way through the abandoned cars, toward him. When Sapnap saw Patches, he started to run. He greeted the cat-caterpillar with a smile, earning a loud meow. “Hey furball, where’ve you been?!”

Then he saw Dream.

“Whoa! Why are you all … small? Err, well, smaller?”

“That is so not important right now,” Dream hissed. “The robot is trying to kill me, specifically! It followed me through the city instead of going after literally anything else! Why is it doing that? Why would it –”

And then everything went dark.

-

“NO!” George screamed when he saw the robot crush Dream with its claws. For a few seconds, nothing happened. The robot was still again. George put his hands over his mouth, wanting to cry. Even Patches seemed to catch the mood, meowing shrilly and growling at the robot.

“Is Dream? …” Sapnap didn’t finish his sentence.

George closed his eyes, pained.

“Wait, what’s … whoa …”

George opened his eyes again to glare at Sapnap, only to catch sight of something within the robot’s claws, glowing a bright neon green. And then, miraculously, the claws opened. Dream pried them open from within, with pure strength alone, and he was literally glowing. No, not only glowing, George realised, but also growing. Dream went from fifty feet tall to over one-hundred-fifty-feet tall within seconds. George’s eyes widened in awe.

The bridge began to crumble, cars began to fall, humans began to scream, and Dream stuck his leg out to save the few ones remaining, all while keeping the giant claws open.

“Wow,” Karl said cheerfully, “you’re doing great!”

“I’m doing everything!” Dream yelled. “A little help?!”

Beside him, Sapnap grunted. “Come on guys, let’s take this thing down!”

He started to throw fire charge after fire charge at the robot but was unable to do little more than char the metal. George’s eyes narrowed at he saw the green light around the robot flash every time Sapnap hit it, deflecting the fire. “It’s no use, Sapnap,” George said. “It has a deflector shield. We need to take it out from the inside!”

George released his wings and jumped and glided down toward the mouth of the robot, where the rotating, crushing teeth lay. He grimaced. You couldn’t crush a cockroach, and he really hoped the truth held for him, too. He scurried through the teeth, being pushed every which way, the sharp barbs pushing against his wings and sternum, until, eventually, he landed in an empty area within the robot. He crawled as high as he could go, until he reached a small space with a large orb with several wires sticking out of it. In front of him, he could barely see out of a large window because there were four claw marks decimating the glass – the eye that Patches destroyed. George huffed, winded, and reached out for the wires.

“Right, right,” he muttered to himself, eyes sweeping over the different colours of wires. It all looked blue and yellow to him, curse his colour blindness. “Here we go …”

-

Trying to stop a giant alien robot from crushing you, along with keeping several cars from falling into the water and potentially killing the humans inside, was a lot of work. Dream almost couldn’t keep up, and he needed help. But he couldn’t call for Patches to attack the robot because George was now inside it, and he didn’t want George to get hurt. Patches seemed to somewhat understand this, because she was a pretty smart kitty. However, Dream could alleviate the need to keep the humans safe.

“Karl!” He exclaimed.

“What?” Karl asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Help me!” Dream snapped.

“Sorry, I was just staring at this bird over there,” Karl giggled.

“We have to get these people off the bridge!” Dream instructed, ignoring Karl’s aloofness. “Help them!”

“Got it!” Karl said, giving Dream a thumbs-up. Then he turned, picked up a car over his head, and started to drag it over the side of the bridge, like he was going to throw it into the water.

Dream would have sighed had he been able to, but between everything he was doing not to die at the moment, he was a little hard-pressed. “No, Karl!” He exclaimed, “Move the dividers to let them through, not throw them over the edge!”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” Karl said, giggling again. “My bad!”

Karl put the car down, allowing it to speed off, over to St. Augustine’s. Then he picked up several dividers, eating them as he went along, dissolving the concrete in his Jell-O-like body. Dream used his leg to push the cars away from the edge, yelling at them to start driving. Further down the bridge, Karl started to slow with eating the dividers. He groaned. “Oh, I don’t feel so good.”

Sapnap kept throwing fire charges at the robot, but he was slowing down, obviously exhausted. Behind Dream, Patches was hissing, padding around in a circle in the water, clearly not happy with being wet anymore. George was still inside the robot, doing … whatever it was he was trying to do.

Dream was alone.

He grunted, pushing at the robot’s claws still crushing him. His muscles were starting to strain. If only he were a little bigger, then he could fight the robot one on one … there was a tug in his gut, and Dream saw his hands start to glow. He looked down at the rest of his body, seeing it glowing, as well. The world around him started to get small, and the bridge underneath him started to crumble between the crushing force of the claws and his weight. The robot got smaller and smaller, the claws getting too small to contain him, until Dream was able to slip out of the singular claw. Suddenly, the bridge collapsed under him, and Dream gasped – until he realised that the water barely reached his ankles. He was now at the same height of the robot, if not a little taller. Empowered by his new height, Dream reached out and grabbed hold of the robot’s arm, pulling it with all his strength. With a loud groan and pop, the entire arm came off, and the robot shrieked loudly. It blindly reached out with its other arm, the claw crushing the bridge more, but was nowhere close to hitting Dream.

“George!” Dream called, readying the arm he was holding like a baseball bat, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but it’s time to get out of that robot! I’m going to kick its ass!”

There was a large spark that came from the robot; it glowed a bright green, before the light completely disappeared. And then George was jumping out of the hole where the other arm extended from, gliding with his wings toward Dream. Dream managed not to flinch as George landed on his shoulder, grabbing the edge of the collar on his jumpsuit. George looked so tiny, barely half the size of Dream’s fingers. Dream couldn’t even feel his weight on his shoulder, and that scared Dream.

But even if he couldn’t feel George, he could hear him clear as day: “I’ve disabled the deflector shield! We should be able to finish this thing now!”

Dream took that as permission to start kicking ass.

When Dream was younger, he used to play baseball. It wasn’t his favourite sport – that would be football, which he loved to watch more than play – but he had been a damn good hitter. He’d consistently hit every ball that came his way, and had such control over his hits that he could control where the ball went and how high. This was all important because when he hit the robot with its own arm, he used it like a baseball bat, and he swung with all his strength. The arm hit the robot’s other arm dead-on, and vibrations shook up Dream’s arms from the impact.

The robot’s metal arm crumpled.

Dream swung several more times, aiming strategically, until he took a final swing and took the robot’s swiveling head clean off. The robot stilled and fell, crashing into the water and causing large waves to lap at Dream’s ankles. The robot’s eye stopped glowing and everything came to an end. Finally, Dream stopped, breathing heavily. He dropped the robot’s severed arm. On his shoulder, George cheered. Over on the part of the bridge that didn’t break, Dream could see Karl and Sapnap – looking so tiny – also whooping and cheering for him.

Relaxed, Dream felt the now familiar tug in his gut, and the world around him grew – or rather, he shrunk. He kept shrinking until he was at his regular height, and he had to stop and think about when he started considering a hundred feet tall his new “normal.”

“Oh my god,” George said into his ear, still standing on his shoulder, “you can size-shift.”

Over on the bridge, Sapnap howled. “That was so bad ass!”

“Do it again! Do it again!” Karl clapped.

Dream smiled. Yeah, everything was under control now.

-

[hornet-breaker]

Ragnarok

The continuity of man is disrupted, the reign of the Kaiju is only a facade, world and its inhabitants are threatened by the metallic cry of the Vulture. (I will repost this story each time there is an update, so stay tuned! There will be mentions of vore.)