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“I miss my wife, Tails.”
“Um, George, it’s Fundy.”
“I know that, Tails. But I just,” George sighed, “I miss him so much.”
Fundy was silent for a few seconds.
“Who?”
“Oh, you know who,” George sighed dramatically.
“... I really don’t,” Fundy looked at George awkwardly.
“Dream. I miss him. Even though he did so much fucked up shit, he’s hot so he did nothing wrong in my heart,” A single tear ran down his face.
Fundy looked at George, confused.
“Waitwaitwaitwait. You miss… my fiance? Dream? MY fiance? The one i’m supposed to marry?”
George groaned, “Ugh, Tails, He ditched you at the altar. Deal with it.”
“Uh-”
“And I miss his hugs-”
“Oh we are just gonna move on got it.”
“- And his big-”
“Please stop-”
“-sense of humor.”
“-oh thank Prime.”
That’s when they heard the alarms.
“Is that-?” George said.
“Yes,” Fundy finished.
George sprinted out the door of the community house, towards a certain place.
“Where are you going?” Fundy shouted after him.
But George didn’t respond. He didn’t hear Fundy, his brain too focused on what to do next. He had to get to their spot. He promised. He promised George. He wouldn’t lie, would he? When he made it to the meadow where they had first met, he saw it was empty. His heart sank a little. He sat on the stump that sat in the middle of the meadow and waited. He hadn’t given Dream enough time to make it there, that was all. Surely he will be there.
“George what the fuck.”
George looked up and saw a winded Fundy walking into the meadow.
“Tails-”
“MY NAME’S NOT TAILS!” Fundy shouted, exasperated.
“Whatever- tails, he’s supposed to be here.”
“George, for once in your life, stop depending on dreams! Dream isn’t coming. This is the real world, not a dream. Your knight in shining armor won't be coming to sweep you off your feet. Why don’t you even like him anyways? he’s kind of a dick!” Fundy groaned.
Just then, there was a rustle in the bushes at the other side of the clearing. They both waited with baited breath to see who, or what, was going to walk into the meadow. Fundy gripped the handle of his sword. The rustling got louder until out stepped a man in a blue onesie and khakis.
“George? Fundy?”
“Sonic?”
“Oh my god,” Fundy groaned.
“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Connor asked.
George sighed dramatically.
Fundy cringed, “Please don’t.”
“I miss my wife, Sonic.”