《baby hotline | yandere dsmp》12 - PARENTS -
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George said, as he walked up to the child and a shocked Y/n.
"George! I was just asking Y/n to be my mom! Can you help me?" He said, happily.
He said, getting suspiciously flustered.
"Yeah! I need a mom to go with my dad." He said.
Y/n said.
"Yeah! George is my dad! He adopted me." He proudly said, pointing to George.
She said, confused.
"Well people seemed to take orphaned kids more so I told a tiny lie." He said, empathizing "tiny"
George said.
She answered.
She said, cutting him off
She liked the food George made.
"Perfect! Now I can ask for a baby sister!" He said, rejoicing
...
...
...
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She said,
Y/n was with George in his realm after they had made Jack go to his house that George had made for him.
He said, giggling.
She asked.
He answered, and he made a carrot cake pop out of no where.
She said.
She said, pouting.
He said, smiling at her.
She said.
He said.
She exclaimed.
"..."
With a pout on her face and looking up at him.
With such pretty lips.
He stared at her lips, the feelings of butterflies in his stomach erupting. He wanted to touch her lips, to feel them against his.
To whisk her away in a closet and kiss her.
Or whisk her away from humanity.
But it's too early for love.
Or is it?
Even if It's too early, or too late. Or just right.
He couldn't say no.
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Nevermind, love is too early.
She nervously said.
With a sigh George, with his hands tried to scoop out as much salt as he could.
Luckily it hadn't mixed in and he was about to get almost all out.
She said guilty
He said.
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And with his hand he cupped her cheek, a slight blush evident on his face.
He said.
He said, before conjuring up a mirror.
He said.
Y/n looked into the mirror and saw that where George cupped her face was a hand print of flour.
She shouted before throwing flour at him.
This would continue on for a bit.
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" Sapnap shouted in disbelief at the two flour covered Gods,
He said, fed up with Y/n.
Dream said.
Y/n said, cutting off Sapnap.
Dream and Sapnap had entered George's realm to ask for carrot cake but it seems that someone has already asked and was helping.
Y/n asked.
George exclaimed.
Sapnap said.
He said, excited
He took a bowl out and the recipe George gave him.
He put in the wet ingredients in a separate bowl and mixed it. Y/n watched him as he stirred it. Sapnap looked at Y/n.
He slyly said with a smirk.
Y/n said,
Sapnap was clearly astonished, and felt embarrassed. George erupted into laughter. And a kettle whistle went off but the kettle was a human.
He replied, resuming his stirring.
He said still giggling a bit. He removed his apron and left.
After George left Dream walked closer to the two watching.
He asked,
Y/n's and Dream's relationship was unstable.
One day they could be flirty to eachother.
The other day one could be threatening to rip off the other's balls off.
She answered
Dream asked.
She asked.
He answered
Sapnap added.
She questioned.
Sapnap said.
She said confused.
Dream said, looking at Sapnap who was confused that she didn't know,
He said.
She said, looking at the jars. Dream nodded his head in response.
She asked Sapnap.
Dream said.
Taking the two jars he set them infront of him. He then removed his black gloves, revealing his hands full of veins. Y/n, being like most of us reading watched him and his hands.
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Opening the first jar he dipped his finger in it and tasted it. He did so with the other but with another finger.
He said, sliding the first jar to Y/n who proceeded to hand it to Sapnap.
And they proceeded to make the cake.
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Y/n shouted.
She shot a look at Dream, who was smirking.
She looked at her slice of cake, and then Dream before proceeding to smash her slice of cake against his face.
The cake stuck onto him before slowly slipping off.
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