#tiny!george

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*Ex*terminator AU is basically an AU where Dream is an exterminator who had been fired from his job for a very stupid reason[Saving caged Miniatures(Small Hybrids{Not George & Sapnap}) who were being treated like pets by sneaking them out of the house].

The story kicks off with explaining the scene of him helping the miniatures & getting fired for 'not following protocol' by not calling the cops to deal with it. Dream was {rightfully} a bit peeved, as the cops don't do a good job of actually preventing that stuff from happening in the first place.

But as soon as the explaining of the scene is done, it does a hard snap cut to Dream in a McDonald's drive-thru where it's revealed that Dream was relaying the events to a very tired but patient Technoblade who was working the window [For some reason I find it absolutely hilarious to Invision Technoblade working at a McDonald's drive-thru 😹].

Techno, as polite as he can, says "Dream- as much as I'd like to be able to stand here & talk about all the ways the government sucks... I have 30 minutes left on my shift and-" *Points at the line of cars behind Dream's truck[For some reason I imagine that he drives a truck, simply because it's easier to transfer his work stuff.]* "-I have 8 more cars to deal with..." To which Dream then realizes how long he was there for & apologizes before driving off, there's a snippet of a Karen throwing her drink at Techno through the window due to the long wait in the rearview mirror of Dream's truck, with him mumbling "Sorry Techno-".

So then Dream heads over to Antfrost's apartment where there's a long scene of Antfrost, Dream & Velvet{Who's a Mini bat hybrid} chatting until Dream eventually leaves to go home. While Dream is at home, he sees that some of the stuff in his pantry has been riffled through. He thinks that he has rats in the house, so he sets up a simple plastic box trap with a towel over top of it on the kitchen counter & places a small {poisoned} cracker inside before he heads back out the next day.

When he gets home a bit earlier than usual due to not working, he checks the trap & is shocked to see two Small Hybrids, a Bat Borrower & Mouse, inside. The Mouse hybrid appears very ill while the Bat hybrid is standing in a defensive position in front of them. It doesn't take much for Dream to connect the dots that the Mouse hybrid had eaten some of the poisoned cracker.

Not knowing how long ago the poisoned cracker was consumed, Dream tried to move quickly, but also slowly enough to attempt not to spook them. This failed however, as the Bat borrower quickly shuffled to position themself in front of the Mouse hybrid more, protectively curling their long, thin tail around them. Dream tries his best to calm the Borrower down, though the shaking angry squeaks he gets in return do little to pursuade success, leading Dream to believe that there may be a language barrier.

He eventually manages to carefully cup his hands loosely around the pair, but this causes the Bat borrower to attempt to scramble out of the trap while carrying the Mouse hybrid, stumbling to the countertop outside of it. The Mouse hybrid lets out a weak squeak while looking at the Bat hybrid & the Borrower hesitates before swiftly scurrying to a hole in the wall, leaving the Mouse hybrid shaking in front of Dream. Dream flinches before slowly scooping up the tiny, trembling body into his hands, alarm ringing through his head as he feels the slower than normal heartbeat.

He rushes to the bathroom attached to his room before riffling through the mirror cabinets looking for medicine, he eventually finds the small container. Picking up a miniature syringe out of a drawer, he fills the tiny syringe with the medicinal fluid, the Mouse hybrid in his other hand weakly squirming to get away. Dream attempts to soothe the small hybrid, eventually figuring out that the Mouse can understand him & somewhat read, allowing them to see the label on the medicine vial. The Mouse hybrid calms down enough to let Dream give them the syringe to drink the medicine out of, Dream gaining relief when he feels their heartbeat begin to steadily regulate.

Afterwards Dream brings the Mouse hybrid back to the kitchen counter where he gives them two nonpoisonous crackers, showing them that they're not poisoned by eating one out of the pack. The Mouse hybrid then makes their way towards the wall, stumbling a bit, they turn to Dream tiredly waving as they vanish into the shadowed crevice.

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[Bat Borrower Hybrid = Sapnap; Mouse Hybrid = George]

[Here's an essay of a "Summary" for *Ex*terminator AU; Part 1 😅👍]

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George lets out a shaky breath in an attempt to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to figure out a solution. He doubts he’ll be able to free himself without waking the human up, and that’s assuming he’d even be able to get free. Humans are terrifyingly strong, after all, and that still seems to apply even when they’re asleep.

I’m honestly lucky I didn’t end up injured. If they had rolled over in their sleep instead of holding me close to their chest like this, that would not have ended well.

He hesitantly moves his arms, trying to push the human’s thumb off of his chest. They shift their weight, their fingers twitching for a second, and George goes completely still.

Please don’t wake up, he silently begs, his heart beating so quickly that it’s difficult to listen to each one of the human’s movements. Please, please, please-

The human’s thumb—which had pressed a bit more firmly against his chest for a second—relaxes along with the rest of their fingers. George hardly dares to breathe, waiting until he’s certain they’re asleep before taking advantage of their loosened grip and wriggling the rest of the way free.

He tumbles to the blankets with a quiet oof, immediately scrambling away to put some distance between himself and the human’s hands. He nearly trips over his own tail in his hurry to get away.

I was caught. If they had woken up. . .

There’s no point in thinking about it. Right now, he just needs to focus on getting as far away as possible.

George sprints across the room, his claws skidding across the cold stone ground as he practically throws himself into his hiding spot. It's a struggle to calm his heartbeat; he clamps a hand over his mouth in an attempt to quiet his frantic breathing as he tries to listen for any movement from the human.

No rustling blankets, no startled exclamation. George hesitantly dares to sit down once he feels enough time has passed, his shaking legs unable to support his bodyweight anymore.

They didn't wake up. It's okay. It's okay.

The sun slowly rises, spilling into the cave. It doesn't take too long for the human to wake up after that, sitting up with a grunt and stretching their arms over their head before they cover their face with their weird mask and leave the cave.

Jealousy burns in George's gut. The snow is almost deep enough to cover his head but it probably barely reaches the human's ankle. He wishes he had the option to leave the cave. . .although it's not like he'd have anywhere safe to go with the weather being this cold.

How am I supposed to survive the winter once the human leaves? I'm relying on them for food and warmth. Once they're gone, I won't have to worry about being caught, but that doesn't mean I'll be any safer.

He curls his tail around himself, trying to ignore his aching stomach. He'll just have to hope the human brings back something to eat.

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When the human returns they're carrying a singular squirrel, which doesn't look like it'll be enough food for them. George isn't sure exactly how much food humans need to eat every day, but the animal manages to look small in the human's grasp as they methodically strip the meat from its bones and skewer it on sticks to roast over the flames.

. . .I don't think there are going to be any leftovers. How am I supposed to get something to eat?

He takes his chance the moment the human leaves the cave to clean their hands, taking advantage of this opportunity even though it's risky. If he doesn't eat something now, he's not sure how long it'll take for him to find something else to eat. For all he knows, the human might go tomorrow, leaving him in a freezing cave with an empty stomach. He has to try to get a bite.

George hurries over to the fire, the cold stone floor making his bare feet ache as he clambers onto the rocks piled around the flames. The raw meat sizzles as it starts to cook, the sticks keeping it out of George's reach. A drop of grease runs down the wood and splashes against the stone next to George's foot like a taunt.

His tail tucks itself close to his body as he tries to figure out how to get some. Leaning forward to grab some would just lead to his hands getting burned or--in the worst-case scenario--his whole body tumbling into the fire. He could try to knock over one of the sticks but the meat might fall into the fire which would be such a waste.

It smells so good. His guts feel like they're tying into knots as he breathes in, enjoying the warm scent of delicious food. It does nothing to calm his hunger and his hand comes up to wipe at the drool he can feel threatening to spill between his lips.

I need this.

George grabs onto one of the sticks, yanking as hard as he can. It wobbles but doesn't budge, too firmly wedged between the rocks, and he can feel frustrated tears fill his eyes.

"Just move!" He grunts, pulling on it again. It shifts and he's not wise enough to let go of it before it sends him and the meat toppling to the ground.

Hot!

He scrambles out from underneath the chunk of meat, gasping at the sudden heat. Grease soaks into his shirt, uncomfortably warm for a moment before it begins to cool, and his arm hurts but doesn't seem to actually be burned.

There's no time to celebrate his victory. Movement catches his attention and he looks up just in time to make eye contact with the human's creepy mask as they step into the cave.

George's instincts scream for him to freeze but he forces himself to run, flinging his body towards the rocks piled around the fire and wriggling through the smallest gaps he can find until he's gotten as close to the flames as he dares. His heart pounds loudly in his ears, threatening to drown out the sounds the human is making. . .

. . .except they're completely silent. Huh?

He doesn't dare to look. A few moments later, he can hear the human's footsteps approach, but giant hands don't grab the rocks he's hiding behind. It sounds like the human is just retrieving their food?

No. No, there's no way they didn't see me, I could FEEL them looking at me.

Somehow, that doesn't seem to be the case. Somehow he avoided being spotted by the human even though he's sure his luck is running out by this point.

The human leaves, their heavy footsteps fading once they leave the cave. George peeks out from his hiding spot, his tail fluffing up when he sees that the meat is still on the ground.

They must have noticed it. Why didn't they move it?

It has to be a trap. It has to be. If George was smart, he'd leave it behind, but his aching stomach protests the idea.

Avoiding the human is pointless if I starve to death, is what George tells himself as he picks up the chunk of meat, hugging it close to his chest and reveling in the warmth as he scurries to the other side of the cave. I don't have a choice.

He wishes the human would leave, but he knows he can't survive in this cave without them. He'll just have to hope the human assumed he was a mouse and doesn't think hunting him down will be worth the effort.

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Context: This was back when RatsSMP was new and my brain was going nuts over it........ My brain decided to combine Rats SMP with DSMP, and so I now have "MiniSMP" 😅 {And there was a bunch smoke in the kitchen because my mother and my brother were using a wood burner for something, that implemented itself into the dream as well 😅}

[This is a message that I sent to one of my friends about it, I still don't understand where my brain went to that night- ]

I had a weird dream a few nights ago about three YouTubers that I watch.

They were rat hybrids, and they were scurrying through the walls. Their alternative universes, had no idea that they were the rats in the walls. Only one of the people, knew that the rats were other versions of themselves. The one person helped the rats secretly. The other two people, were using poisonous gases and traps to try to get the rat AU out of the walls.

a giantic hand was suddently covering his wiev. he was hopeless. he gave up and accepted his fate. tears streaming down his eyes as his friend's hand brought him closer to his giant mouth. saliva coated him effortlessly and he was sent down Dream's gaping throat with a light gulp. the walls around him squeezed before he reached a more open space. stomach...... thought George glumly. he felt Sapnap grab his hand and hug him. around them they could hear soft purring as Dream was satisfied with a full belly.

they both knew very well what that meant. they will remain in Dream's stomach for some time. George leaned against the soft slimy walls around him and Sapnap did the same before they both fell asleep exhausted to the sound of Dream purring and the sound of his stomach growling happily.