A Smile With A Bite. DNF

Part One

I want to be crystal clear with every person who comes across this story, so listen carefully.

Dream and George do not care that people ship them. Hell, at this point, I think they ship themselves even more than we do. The second that either of them shows discomfort in this pairing, I will happily drop the joke into the void forever and I would advise you do the same.

Also, there will be no 'Clay' or 'Nick' in this story. It's only going to be Dream and Sapnap because that is their 'characters' and I am far more comfortable writing about characters than attempting to portray them in their authentic form. That goes for any other mcyt characters that may make a cameo in the story.

It's all for the goofs, you guys. Don't take any of this seriously.
I've seen far too many people unable to separate fiction from reality and I do not wish to contribute to that. Just because Dream and George flirt on stream, doesn't mean they're in love with each other.

And.... ACTION!!

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Dream was forced from his slumber by a loud clash somewhere within the house. He jerked awake, eyes wide and heart pounding. He was met with nothing but darkness in his quiet, empty room. Cautiously sitting up and looking around, Dream saw and heard nothing out of place. The curtain in front of his window was partially pulled back and he could see the dark night sky and the streetlight across from his house. It was all so quiet. What the hell just woke him up?

"Ugh! Fuck!" A voice grunted low and angry from outside somewhere in the house.

The sound of metal clattering together followed. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen and someone was dropping their silverware. And they were mad about it... He couldn't tell from so far away whether it was George or Sapnap, so he climbed out of bed to check. The three of them always ended up going to bed late but he couldn't imagine what either of them would be doing up at this hour.

Dream trudged through the dark hallway of their second floor and slid carefully down the stairs. He could hear even more grunting now that he was closer to the kitchen.

"What the hell's going on down here?" Dream asked through a yawn as he entered the dark kitchen. The small light above the sink was on and illuminated George's easily recognizable silhouette as he hunched over the counter. "George?"

George grunted again as he ripped something from his arm. Dream's eyes widened when he noticed the light above George glistening in the blood on his fingers. George was bleeding. A lot. And he had something between his fingers that Dream couldn't completely make out from where he stood. It didn't matter. Dream's heart was already racing at a mile a minute.

"Oh my god! George!" Dream all but shouted as he reached to turn on the lights and rush toward his injured best friend.

George groaned when the bright lights burst around him, glancing briefly over his shoulder to see Dream rushing to his side. This wasn't good. Dream wasn't suppose to see any of this. He could fix this situation later but nothing took priority over getting these wooden capsules out of his body.

George tossed the first, bloody bullet on to the counter and watched Dream's eyes follow it as it smeared blood across the cheap granite. The sound of his racing heartbeat filled George's ears and almost made him more dizzy than the blood loss. This was even worse than George imagined. Now, not only was he caught in a sticky situation, but it was going to get a whole lot more complicated if Dream didn't calm the hell down.