TW/CW: Cringe, Swearing, Agressive dog, mention of dying, anxiety, fear, mention of breakup, bruises, Cynophobia (fear of dogs)

Song reccomandation: Tag, you're it, by Melanie Martinez

(George POV)

After dinner, I went to my room and hid the paper under my bed. Fortunately, Dream forgot to talk about it after dinner, which is a good thing.

Anyways, I decided to go out on a walk to clear up my mind since i've been pretty stressed earlier.

After dressing up with a pair of shorts, a T- shirt and some random shoes of mine, I told Dream my plan before going outside.

"Hey, Dream. I'm going to go outside on a walk, I'll be back soon."

"Okay, be carefull" He told me before I walked out the door.

It was late and quite warm outside since it was the 22nd of June afterall.

I didn't really have any plans on where to go so I decided to just go to the park.

I put my headphones on and hit shuffle on my 12 hour long Spotify playlist and listened to random songs on full volume while walking to the park.

On my way to the park, I found this huge dog. I didn't even know I had a phobia of dogs untill this moment. I tried to back off slowly but the dog kept following me.

It seemed like it was barking but I coudn't really hear it because of the music blasting in my ears.

It kept following me and acting aggressive so I sped up. I went faster and faster till I was literally running for my life.

My heart was beating fast, my eyes were watering, my legs were hurting, my anxiety was thru the roof and at this point the throughts of me dying right now were louder than the music blasting in my ears.

Where the actual fuck were this dog's owners?

I suddenly tripped over something and the dog bit me hard on the leg. I swear, this hurts more than a fucking breakup.

Eventually, I got up and outran the dog again. I was too scared to actually head to the park right now so I decided to just head back home.

I looked at my leg and saw that the dog left some bruises there. Good thing I own a cat 'cause dealing with cat scratches is better than dealing with painfull bruises.

When I arrived home, I went straight up to my room since I was really tired from running from a literal dog, hopefully it didn't have rabies.

I was about to enter my room when Dream suddenly grabbed me by my wrist and stopped me.

"George, we still have to talk about that paper on your desk from earlier" Fuck, I throught he forgot about it.

"Dream, it's literally 12 PM, let's talk about this tomorrow" I said.

"Okay, but next time you won't be able to cancel it anymore. Also, what's up with those bruises on your leg?" He asked me and pointed at the bruises that dog made earlier while literally chewing my leg.

"You mean those? Oh, well, remember that one night we went to that party and made those really messed up 'matching tattoos' that looked like bruises? They must be from that night" I lied.

I didn't want to tell him that they were from me trying to outrun a dog since I throught the real story was quite embarrasing. I'm not 5, why would a grown man have a fear of dogs anyways?

"Okay, goodnight then" He said to me. I'm glad he didn't question things further.

I then went to my room and laid on my bed, scrolling thru tiktok before getting tired and eventually falling asleep, still hoping that Dream would forget about that list.

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