Literature
Dream and GeorgeNotFound Vore (Oneshot)
Every little sound made George jump, he knew Dream was in this cave, the other hunters had gone off to try and find the end portal, the brit left to keep an eye on the supposed hunted. Of course Dream always managed to flip the tables, always had a trick up his sleeve. Hell when they were in the nether not only did he get his blaze rods and his eyes of ender, but he also led the hunters on a wild chase in which half of them died and lost provisions. George huffed a bit in defeat, remembering the maniacal laughter filling his ears. He shook his head a bit, holding up his torch in the thick darkness. He wondered if this was really as good of an idea as the rest of the team thought. He was basically a sitting duck, yeah he had full iron and a diamond sword, but would that really help him. He pondered as he lazily gazed around, looking for any lime bright sweatshirts or white masks. He started walking, trying to be as quiet as he could in his movement, yet the craggy surface of the stone