Malnutrition [ DreamNotFound ]

Part 3: The curse of food

" Hey George? What's your favourite food? " " I don't have a favorite food, but I guess I like salad. " " Salad? Come on, isn't something more exciting? Like hamburgers? Spaghetti? " " Yeah burgers are fine. " Dream walked to the shoe rack and put on his. His friend asked him where he was going, and told him he was going to the grocery store buy ingredients to prepare meat burgers.

Arrived inside the big store, he asked help to an employee. " Hi! I need things to make hamburgers...but I want every ingredient to be the worst you have. By worst I mean the highest calorie and fat counts possible. " The poor girl had no choice but to obey without asking any questions. Clay put the items in the cart and walked through multiple aisles until he was in a line to pay. He patiently waited for the old cashier to delicately place the items in a brown paper bag. " Have a good day young man. With the amount of food you have, you must be having a date. Good luck, hope she says yes! " A...a date? W-whatever you think, old man. He left the store as his eyes were awkwardly locked on the boomer's happy face.

He opened the door to be greeted by George, who seemed to have been waiting for him. The Brit took the paper bag from his friend's hands and took it to the kitchen table. He got on the tip of his toes and peeked in the bag. " You know.. there are healthier ingredients than the ones you bought. Not that it's a problem or anything, I'm just telling you. " " Actually I asked one of the ladies that works there and she told me it's all they have for today. " Dream lied. George nodded to show Clay he heard him. " It's already lunch time, but I'm not really hungry right now. We'll eat these bad boys tonight. " " Yeah I'm not really hungry either right now. " " Perfect. So uhm minecraft? " " Sure. " Clay had brought his computer with him, so he arranged his set up in a guest room George had given him.

Instead of playing on the smp, they decided to create a world for themselves. They spawned in a giant jungle half surrounded by water. George built his house under one of the multiple trees, while Dream's house was built right above George's, in the tree. " Strip mine? " " No not right now, I'm not done building my house. " " Alright well I'm going without you. Byeee Dream! Have fun getting no diamonds! " Instead of actually continuing to make his house, he made a wheat farm, locked a couple of cows in a hole as well as chickens, and grew sugar cane near the turquoise water. He built a little place next to his friend's home and put a sign that said " Bakery ". He aligned some double wooden chests where he put all the cakes he had made.

GeorgeNotFound was shot by skeleton.

" You're trash! You suck you died to a skeleton! " Dream wouldn't stop laughing at George's embarrassing death. He respawned next to his bed. As he was walking back to his stip mine line, he noticed a new building. " Hey what's this? " " Oh, that's a bakery. I know you love cake, you can eat as much as you want! I have tons of cakes in reserve. " He didn't say a word and went back to searching the precious ores in a cave he found. After around ten minutes, he found some. Enough to make two pickaxes. He ran back up and saw another wooden building. " This one's a cookie shop! Pretty easy to make some when we're surrounded by jungle trees. Also, they're really good. " " But that is all junk food. How about you make a carrot shop or a baked potato shop? " " Just a little vegetable isn't nutritious enough, George. " This insult wasn't directly towards him, it wasn't even an insult actually, but it felt like one and made the poor underweight man feel bad. " Dreamie I'm starting to feel hungry. " " Yeah uh these cakes and stuff aren't just for me, you can take some if you need food, okay? " George took off his headphones and went to Dream's room without knocking. He walked up to Clay who couldn't hear anything. He bent down to his ear level and said " I'm hungry in real life you dummie. " The clueless man jumped and almost yeeted his headphones on the ground. " Wher-wh- don't do that I got so scared! Jesus.. Yeah me too, let's go. I shotgun cooking the meat. "

" Uhm, you don't have to put so much butter in the pan, you know. " " What do you mean? " " Actually nevermind. " The British boy was looking at the pan with a horrified look. All of the grease in the meat made him scared to have this thing enter his stomach. Everything was done, now they only had to assemble and eat them. " Oh yeah look at this juicy burger. Looks so good. " Dream took the biggest bite out of it. George took a small bite and ate it slowly. After they were done, the skinny boy manifested the bathroom. Clay had been waiting at the table for what felt like an eternity. He decided to go check on his mate.

TW: Vomit.

The first thing he heard when pressing his ear against the door was puking sounds. It led him to suspect he made himself vomit to push all the food out. No wonder why his skin was on his bones. Dream was pretty sure he wouldn't want the older boy to know that he knows about it, so he acted clueless but concerned. " You've been there for a long time, are you ok? George? "

958 words. Feeling quite proud of this chapter not gonna lie.