Mcyt React To Dream (Angsty, Rushed, And Short ;-;)

@kagura1229 3 years ago

3:30 FINALLY, SOMEONE WHO MADE THEM REALIZE THE SMILE

@annahwang1678 3 years ago

2:09 idk why but I'm bursting in laughter when he bangs his head on the table...

@Your_.lovemaya 3 years ago

YAY you didn't end it off as george surprised and showed us what he was surprised about

@lemonfizz2897 3 years ago

As a writer, sometimes, I'll watch something happen, and my brain goes "LETS PUT THIS SHIT INTO WORDS". So this is the ending from George's POV: Dream appeared in the room, in an orange prison outfit, but the zipper was down, revealing tight bandages. They were an off white, like they were new. Had he hurt himself on accident? The creator laughed nervously, quickly zipping him back up. She clapped her hands together, as to say 'my work here is done'. Then, she left. Dream's expression quickly changed from panic to welcome, but it seemed forced. "Hi guys!" His voice was cheery, but it had a nerve to it, like he didn't know what to say. I could have sworn I heard his voice crack, but it was hard to tell. Quiet, I walked up to him. He saw it in my eyes. He knew I was concerned. I took off his mask, expecting him to push me away, but he didn't. He just turned his head to the side, wincing. Fear flooded me when I saw a few burn marks, maybe a few scars, laid over his face like scarce snow. It didn't look like nothing, but it seemed small, like it was an accident. Based on the videos I saw earlier, I knew they weren't. If he covered his face with a mask, why would he barely hurt himself? It'd most likely be the last place to check. Last place to check A suspicion rises in me, and I look down, unzipping his prison shirt. Underneath are bandages. He mumbles something incoherant, but he only stays there, like he was scared of pulling away. Like if I stopped touching him, I'd leave. Not that he didn't want me to stop either. I slowly reached for the bandages, and slowly undid them. He flinched when I felt his skin underneath. I felt his shiver and tremble, but he didn't move. Only continued to wince and flinch. Finally, with a falling dread in my gut, all the bandages dropped at once, revealing his chest. He was littered in bruises and fresh cuts, slashes. To my relief, only a few were new, but they were there. They looked old. He wasn't alright. My face paled as he whimpered something. Everyone else, leaned in to look, and they had the same look as me. I heard the faint click of a camera, but that didn't change the fact that my best friend was bruised and beaten. Even the fact that he had tried to hide it, not bothered to tell someone about it, that's what made my dread pool further...