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Dream swiped at the zombie in front of him, as it gave a groan. The mob flashed red, and its flesh fell to the cavern floor. He picked it up, and lifted his mask slightly to eat the disgusting 'food'. "Better than nothing," he murmured to no one but himself. All alone in the cave, his friends far above him, he had slipped down- he was tired of interacting with the over-happy crew. Besides, having a few resources wouldn't hurt. Mainly, though, he was tired of them begging to see his face- he himself had yet to see a clear reflection of himself that wasn't rippled by the moving water.
His thoughts were interrupted by an arrow giving a quick zing! as it zoomed past his face. He pulled up his shield, and another arrow gave a satisfying thunk against the wood. He spotted the rattling pile of bones hiding in the shadows, and as it was pulling back its bow to shoot once again, he jumped and landed a satisfying axe crit on the mob. It shuddered, and then flashed red like the zombie. A bone and two arrows dropped. Dream bent down, and twirled the arrow on his fingertips.
"Show off," a voice grumbled behind him, and he turned fast- a little too fast, actually. He fell onto the cave floor and gave a small groan. The voice snickered. The soft sound of leather boots hitting the stone sounded, and a grinning brunette stood above him. "Why, hello, Dreamie."
"Hey, George," Dream muttered, still lying flat on his back. He could feel the red flushing to his face as George smirked as he surveyed the scene. Thank god for his mask.
George gave another grin, and grabbed Dreams hand to pull him to his feet. He dropped it after a seemingly endless second of Dream standing up and being a good three inches taller than his friend. Now it was Dreams turn to smirk.
“Can I ask what you’re doing down here instead of helping us build the house?” George asked as Dream mined a bit of coal as an excuse to look away. “I mean, we could use the extra hands. Just a few hours until nighttime.”
Dream continued mining the coal, until he had finished the vein and he couldn’t put off answering any longer. “I dunno. THey’re so… exited? I guess?” He rubbed his temples a little to try and relax his head. THe idea that George had come down here to check on /him/ of all things was just… hurting his head a little. In a good way, though. “I just get kind of overwhelmed with them talking all at once and sounding so exited 24/7. I just want to live a good, peaceful life.” He realized how weird that might sound in the presence of a possible… more than friend.
“Yeah, I get that,” George said, moving closer slightly. (dreams gay panic attack intensifies) He leaned on the wall where Dream was mining a small iron vein. Dream pretend to be mining more iron as George talked. “I mean, sometimes it’s a bit much. But, y’know, they’re just being… happy. Enjoying life.” He gave a small shrug, and glanced down at Dream. “I didn’t realize iron ores spawned in such large veins.”
“Ow!” Dream said, having banged his head on the stone. George gave a small snicker. “Gee, thanks for the sympathy.”
“Hey, you would do the same,” George pointed out. Dream gave a small shrug.
“I suppose.”
Suddenly, another arrow whistled past Dream, but instead of hitting him it nailed George in the cheek. He gave a sharp squeal, and Dream put up his shield to help his friend. A few moments later, the skelton was gone, but George was on the cave floor with his hands cupped around his cheek. Blood was already spilling down his face, though, and trickling down his neck. Dream bent down, and without really thinking pressed his hand harder onto Georges. He gave a small whimper of thanks as the blood loss slowed slightly.
“Shh, It’ll be ok,” murmured Dream. Food supplies among the four of them (Dream, George, Sapnap, and BadBoyHalo) had been rather low recently, (lmao Sapnap
autocorrected to Subpoena whatever that means) so he and George had no food between them to help George heal. He didn’t want to bring him to the surface just yet, though. He needed to stop bleeding before he would feel like going up, so Dream just cradled his ‘friend’s face in his hands.
George had somehow ended up curled in Dreams arms, shivering as little tics of damage went off and on. By the time he was done, George was at half a heart. Half. A. Heart.
“Hey. Hey. Hey,” Dream said softly in his ear as George shook harder and harder. “I’ll look through my bad, maybe I have some. George remained clung to him, though, hands wrapped around Dreams waist as Dream searched his bag. He gave a little ‘Aha!’ when he found two pieces of cooked steak that had been evading him on his trip. George ate them gratefully, and remained in Dreams arms as healed, the shaking being slowly brought down a few notches.
“T-that was s-scary,” he stuttered as Dream hugged him closer to his chest. “Remind me to never come on a mining expedition.”
“If you insist, G.” Dream gently buried his face in Georges hair. George didn’t seem to mind, just curling closer to his friends chest. (am I even allowed to use the word friend at this point?) He stayed close until gently pulling away when he felt as though he could stand without shaking. Standing, George gave a little smile, his cheek fully healed. (it’s minecraft, gimme a break.)
“Thanks,” was all he said. Then, suddenly a playful smile broke across his face. His finger touched Dreams chin, and the blonde froze- but then his finger hit the edge of his mask, and pulled it over his head until it fell to the caves floor with a clatter.
“George!” Dream shouted, and George gave a small giggle at the sight of his flustered friend. He rolled his eyes, giving a mock smirk.
“Honestly, Dream, I just needed that to do something,” he said, with another eyeroll.
“Do what?” Dream asked, and George gave him a small peck on the cheek before dashing away. The sound of his leather boots hitting the stone and a small laugh were the last things Dream heard as he stood shell shocked in the center of a twisting cave.
~End of Story~