Dream stood dauntingly over George as the young man cowered in fear. The man behind the mask knew he had to execute the boy but he did not realize how painful such a thing would be. He knew it would be agonizing but he did *not* comprehend how dwarfed "agonizing" would be to the pain and fear he was feeling in the current moment. His hands were trembling and his knees were feeble. He couldn't do it. As he dropped the bloody axe he once weilded he felt a deep pain in his spine. Almost in slow motion he dropped into the man he was once going to kill. The small man looked up to the unknown person behind his injured friend and the fear he'd felt a moment ago was now far outclassed by the absolute terror now in his eyes.
"I killed dream!!" The young man announced as he pumped his fists into the air. "I did it tubbo!"
The words echoed in George's mind as he passed out from the sheer horror that was attacking every fiber of his being.
