(Continued from Regret, gore as well)

          George lit the last candle, setting it down in front of him. His half lidded, shadowed eyes glanced down at the revival book before him, hand trailing along the purple cover. "Are you sure you want to do this?" XD's voice echoed, George glancing up slightly. "..Yes." he croaked, grabbing the cover and opening the book. "Are you sure you're making the correct choice, George?" XD continued, George replying with a quieter "No" and he flipped to the page he needed. "What if he is mad and harms you, George?" George stopped for a moment. "..I deserve it," he said in almost a whisper. "I deserve every bit of pain he inflicts upon me if that's the case." XD then went quiet, George finishing his preparations. He then looked to beside him, eyes landing on a dirtied and chipped mask with a simple smile on his. His trembling fingers picked it up, him hugging his to his body as he screwed his eyes shut, beginning to repeat the words from the book. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the air in the room blowing against him.
          Once he was done repeating the phrase, he sat there with his eyes shut. All he heard was silence. Just as a shaky breath escaped his mouth, a hand gently brushed against his cheek. His eyes shot open, pupils contracting as they landed on the man he loved so much. "D...Dream," he breathed, eyes swimming with tears as he stood quickly. He threw himself against the taller male, beginning to sob uncontrollably as he hugged him as tight as he could. Dream hugged the distraught male back just as tight, George shaking against the Floridian's body viciously. "I–" George gasped, pulling back to look up at Dream. "I‐I'm so s–sorry," he choked out, Dream wearing a blank expression as he said nothing. "I–I know that f–fixes NOTHING b–but I– I–I didn't–"
          He was cut off by Dream  cupping his face gently, pressing his chapped lips firmly against George's. The Brit shut his eyes as he still hiccupped slightly, gripping Dream's shirt tightly. Dream's hands lowered, grabbing George's wrists and resting his arms on his shoulders. George quickly wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, melting into what he thought was sweet, loving kiss. As Dream's fingers trailed down his body, he had no care in the world about what could happen. What an idiot.
          A sharp gasp left George eyes widening as a strained breath left his lips. He slowly looked down, eyes landing on the handle to the knife that Dreamwa gripping, having plunged it into George's body. He breathed shakily as he looked back up at Dream, teary eyes locking with Dream's as he knew that it was only a matter of time before George was no more. "I–I love you," he croaked, sad smile forming on his face. Either he was loosing so much blood that he was hallucinating, or he actually saw tears begin to form in Dream's eyes. Whether he was or wasn't, Dream pressed his hand against George's chest. He pushed him, causing the knife to pull out of George as well as cause the male to collide with the floor harshly. He began to cough up blood, the crimson red fluid spurting out of his mouth.

          "SapNap!" Quackity shouted nervously as Sam followed him inside. "We came as quick as we–" he froze, eyes widening at the scene before him. On the ground was SapNap, clutching the body of George as he breathed heavily. His hair was glowing orange, bright orange tears streaming down his face as he held what used to be his best friend. Quackity cupped his mouth as tears brimmed his eyes, Sam's eyes glancing around the room. He tensed, eyes widening at the simple smile that was painted on the wall using George's blood. Fuck.