A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty: Halloween

Halloween. The one night of the year everyone looked forward to, where you could dress up as anything you liked and go round tormenting little kids whist getting chuck loads of sweets at the same time.

What wasn't to love.

"No." Dream said sternly, leaning against the door frame as George swivelled around in his chair.

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, you are not going out today to knock on peoples doors or whatever you do on halloween."

"Why not!" George whined. The argument had been going on for a few minuets now, and Dream was being annoyingly adamant that George was not to leave the apartment .

"Because, George, do you know how many Demon summonings happen at Halloween? You're already hurt, I'm not letting it happen again because you're being stupid!" He pointed out.

To be honest, George had to inwardly agree with Dream's reasonings. You see, normally on halloween night he would meet up with friends, swipe some sweets and probably get drunk while staying up till the clock struck twelve and Georges birthday would be upon them, when even more laughter, games, and drinking would commence. But this year it seems it may be different, but annoyingly with good reason.

"Iv'e gone out every year before and always been completely fine Dream. Whats taking my chances of suddenly bumping into a demon any different from the years before. I promise, I will be totally fine."

"Whats taking your chances up is that you've now mingled with two demos, one of which might I add incapacitated you a mere five days ago." The blonde pointed out.

"I wouldn't call it mingling." George whined pathetically, annoyed that he couldn't really come up with something to counter Dreams very sensible argument.

"Oh so would you rather have me say you were brutally attacked by one and saved by another, because although those are half an half odds I can assure you they are not odds that will stay like that for long." Dream snapped back with more strength then he probably meant. George refused to look at him, casting his eyes to the ground making Dream sigh. "George. I know you're probably annoyed and think i'm being 'protective' or whatever mushy shit you humans do. But please, just, don't go out tonight. For my sanity."

"Worried about me Dreamy?" George teased.

"Yes. So, please will you just agree to not try die tonight?"

No longer glaring at the floor George looked up at Dream, an idea popping into his head. "Okay I'll do it on one condition." He reasoned, a smile forming on his face.

"Hit me with it."

"I'll agree to stay inside if you agree to do whatever I want for the rest of the day."

"Deal." Dream replied, agreeing to the proposal far quicker then he probably should have. Even if he hadn't agreed George could just force him to do it anyway although the smaller had agreed not to do it as to give Dream a bit of freedom.

George chuckled as Dreams smile dropped.

"I really should have thought about that before I agreed shouldn't I." Dream sighed in realisation.

"Oh you have no idea what you're in for." George laughed, already plotting in his mind. He wasn't actually thinking of doing anything that Dream would dislike, but why on earth would he miss the opportunity to make Dream worry. "Okay so first off, if I'm not allowed out then you have to let me stream tonight." George bargained.

"Really?" Dream scoffed. "Pretty sure in my terms said you weren't aloud to do anything that could kill you."

"Pfft it won't kill me." The shorter shot back.