Dear Diary
A school DSMP au of Dream’s villain origin story
Characters: Dream, George, Wilbur, mentions of Sapnap and BBH
Ships: Dreamnotfound and Georgebur(romantic or platonic, depends how you take it)
TW: Implied D3@th and M#rd3r
Cross posted on Wattpad
Dear diary,
Today was my first day back at school after a week-long suspension. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, a few kids laughed at me, I sat alone at lunch again, but at least I didn't take my temper out on anyone. Progress I suppose.
However, this time, I didn't walk home alone.
The new kid, the one who moved in next to me a few days ago, recognized me. He followed me home casually, he didn't seem to know anything about me or my issues. Fine by me. I invited him over to my treehouse on the old tree in the backyard.
He loved it. I spent the afternoon with him. His name's George, and he and his family of 3 moved to this little dinky town from NYC. He's colourblind, has two cats, and loves dandelions. And I mean loves.
George's really nice, he liked the treehouse. He liked the big old tree. He liked our small house. He liked me.
I hope he comes over again tomorrow, I like having a friend up in the treehouse.
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Dear diary,
I failed my math test today, and my mom gave me a whole lecture about it.
I was lucky George(who got an A+ may I add,) was willing to help me study.
We had fun. We spent the day in my tree house again, eating snacks as he brought me through all the old material and new material too. He makes me laugh and taught me more than the stupid teacher every could, or would.
He's not like anyone I met before, and he doesn't treat me like I'm a scary animal.
He treats me like I'm a human.
A friend.
I don't want that to ever end.
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Dear diary,
Two weeks of talking with George and we're officially best friends. He follows me everywhere; to school, during classes, recess, back home, and only leaves if his mom forces him back.
I like him.
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Dear diary,
A few girls walked past our table today. They pointed at me and started laughing. I felt my ears burn and my vision turn red. I was about to say something when George stood up for me, yelling at them to shut up.
I can't believe someone would do that just for me.
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Dear diary,
Hi, sitting in detention while writing this.
I know, I've been trying to do better and control myself but those girls from yesterday started to pick on George when they found out about his colour blindness.
He looked so ashamed, I couldn't help but get mad.
I think I scared them enough, they shouldn't come to bother us anymore.
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Dear diary,
I'm angry again. George kept getting picked on.
Is it because of me? Is everyone mad at him for befriending me?
They think I'm insane, don't they?
Anyways, after school, I still had my lunch money because I didn't feel like eating so I bought George some cute little glasses from the convenience store. They didn't do anything, but they sure looked cool.
George looked more confident in them.
I felt proud.
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Dear diary,
Detention once more. Woo.
My old friend, Sapnap, stepped on the glasses I bought for George and I yelled at them, or 'went ballistic' as Mr. Halo said.
I could care less about that, that's not the point. As I came out of detention, George was still there as usual, waiting for me to go to our treehouse together.
But as I got closer... I realized he wasn't alone.
George was laughing and chatting eagerly with a boy in our class called Wilbur. When he saw me, he obviously came running back to me, ready to go home. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at me, looking somewhat ticked. I just rolled my eyes at him.
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Dear diary,
Something's up with this Wilbur character. He keeps following me and George.
We sat together as always, but it felt like Wilbur was always there, cracking jokes to George. It made my ears burn again. Everytime I tried to speak, he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and kept talking to George.
George's my best friend, not his.
Who does he think he is?
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Dear diary,
I am so done with Wilbur.
I just want some time alone with George, like it was when we first met.
But he keeps butting in, and of course George is eager to let him come along. I guess I should be happy that George made a new friend.
Except for the fact that this new friend literally hates my guts.
Wilbur ignores me, pushes past me and keeps glaring at me when I get George's attention at all. Like dude, chill out a little.
My ears burn and my jaw works every time he does that.
Just leave us alone...
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Dear diary,
Nothing's the same anymore. Or everything's the same again.
George went to Wilbur's house today, without me. Me? I went to my treehouse and tried to do the math homework but I can't focus on anything without George now.
I miss him so much...
George, you're my best friend... right?
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Dear diary,
George's not the same.
He still goes with me after school, sure, but in school? It's always Wilbur. He follows him and his posse, and Wilbur talks to him all the time. What about me? Am I just cast away now?
George... come back.
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Dear diary,
George's not coming back.
I messed up.
I'm sorry...
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Dear diary,
Please.. Just make it stop.
I didn't mean to scare George the way I did. I didn't mean to yell at him. It was instinct, I was just getting a little annoyed that everything's about Wilbur. Your new best friend.
Please... I'd do anything to go back to that one night. Because now, everytime I look at George, he's regarding me with fear, remorse, panic as he clings on to Wilbur who seems to hate me even more now. Everytime I look into his eyes, I see nothing but dark anger.
A look I know way too well.
George I'm sorry... I'm sorry I hurt you.
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Dear diary,
It's my treehouse.
Mine.
I don't need anyone else and I never did! It's MY treehouse, George can leave me alone and I don't care at all! Go have fun with Wilbur, I don't care.
It'll just be me and MY treehouse again.
Because this'll always be mine. My treehouse, and there's nothing you can do about that.
It's mine.
Not ours.
Not anymore.
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Dear diary,
Everything hurts...
My insides seem to burn, everytime I look at them. Everytime I look at George, I see all my mistakes, all the ways I hurt him.
And that Wilbur...
It's all his fault. I hate him so much. He caused all these problems, if it weren't for him, I'd be fine. Screw Wilbur.
I wish I could just erase him off the face of the earth.
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Dear diary,
...what if I could? What if I could get rid of him? For good?
Would that fix everything?
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Dear diary,
It's going to work.
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Dear diary,
Hi, I'm sorry I've been gone for 3 days. It's been... quite hectic.
Wilbur is gone.
Ha. My plan worked.
I didn't realize the repercussions of it.
I didn't realize George was in his house at the same time.
And I most certainly didn't realize that it wasn't Wilbur who I originally killed.
...I don't want to talk about it.
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Dear diary,
The newspaper, television, school gossip... all they can talk about is the sudden disappearance of him.
All I hear and see 24/7, is him.
Just shut up, okay? I didn't mean to...
I'm scared diary.
What do I do?
I just wanted George back...
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Dear diary,
WHY CAN'T EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE?
CAN THEY ALL JUST SHUT UP! I'M SORRY, OK? JUST LEAVE ME BE I DON'T NEED ANYONE AND I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE HERE!
MOTHER, TEACHERS, PEERS, THEY ALL ARE WORRIED FOR ME! IF YOU'RE WORRIED, JUST LET ME BE.
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Dear diary,
Mother's gone.
I've been sitting in the treehouse for the past hours. I shed no tears for her.
I definitely shed more tears for George.
I still imagine him hugging me as I fall asleep in my treehouse.
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Dear diary,
Now what?
I can't go back to school.
And this new craving inside of me... it's driving me insane.
What if I ran away? Would anyone care?
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Dear diary,
I thought about it more. I need to leave with a bang.
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Dear diary,
The deed is done.
Thanks for being there with me through it all diary.
But I'm not coming back.
Don't worry, soon you'll hear about me as the ruler of the world.
I'll be back.
Signed,
Dream.
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