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a man with a smiling mask covering the lower half of his face pulled his lime-coloured luggage towards the airport exit. his eyes wandered everywhere, anxious about his surroundings. he could feel his heart pounding faster and harder as his mind goes into a frenzy.
meeting his best buddy, georgenotfound, who must be very eager to see what he really look like, is a situation hard to predict. would george be overjoyed to finally meet him after their 4 years of friendship? or would george turn him away, leaving him in the dark tunnel?
dream walked out of the airport. he noticed a man, slightly shorter than him and dressed in a white shirt with a black jacket, stood by his car as if he was waiting for someone. the man's face was familiarly fair with his dark brown eyes locked at the doors.
"george?..."
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after leaving his belongings in his hotel room, dream got back to george's car and sat at the front seat, beside his best friend. george looked out in the window.
"are we headed to wilbur's place?" dream asked, breaking the awkward silence between them.
"hm? yeah, yeah we are," george pulled on the gear lever to "drive".
"are you okay? is something wrong?" dream shifted lightly in his seat uncomfortably.
"everything is fine, dream," george nearly snapped.
dream flinched as he retreated into his seat. "are you sure?" dream hoped he was not being too nosy.
george drove to the side of the street before turning to dream with an unexpected expression. "no, you're not up to my expectations."
dream felt his heart pierced by a spear.
"get out of my car."
"w-what?!" dream nearly yelled in disbelief.
"i said. out."
"we are in the middle of the fucking street, george! what happened to you?" dream leaned on the car door as he attempted to relax, but his mind was jumping into conclusions that he hoped were not true.
"get out," george repeated.
"i thought i could trust you," dream finally choked out the words as he got out of the car.
george drove off in an instant. dream blinked for a few moments, unwilling to accept the brutal reality.
"george!"
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dream jumped out of his bed and fell on the ground, knocking his head on the bed frame. he winced out of pain as he massaged his bruised spot lightly. patches trotted towards dream in urgency as if she knew exactly what her best friend had went through. she rested on dream's lap with a satisfied purr. dream pat his beloved cat as his mind recollected the nightmare.
dream's phone played a short clip of a familiar tone, which (unsurprisingly) was george saying "skeppy baked these muffins".
dream answered the call. "hello?"
"dream?"
"yeah, hey."
"are you down for a stream later?"
"umm, yeah, sure."
george raised an eyebrow and knew something was up. dream never respond without calling him a nickname. "are you alright?"
"yeah, i'm fine," dream stifled a sniff.
"had a nightmare?" george inquired as he grew more concerned for his brother-in-arms.
dream remained silent for a moment before nodding and confirming george's suspicion.
"wanna talk about it?"
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george sighed. "i fear the same."
"george, you are the light to my darkness. i will never reject you," dream immediately declared.
george smiled lightly. "so that means you want to stream today?"
dream laughed lightly. "you're such an idiot."
"you are the idiot."
both burst out in laughter. dream plopped himself back on bed with a light smile.
"thanks, george, i really needed this."
george smirked although dream could not see it. "that sounds like something you say after getting a blowjob."
red conquered dream's face from top to bottom. "i- WHAT?"
"does that mean you've done it before?" george teased.
"GEORGE! what the fuck?" dream shouted.
"ooo are you guys fucking? that escalated quickly," a voice outside dream's door mocked.
"SAPNAP!"