Encompassed By You {DNF}{Fluff}

2~ A fox?

Dream awoke to the sound of sizzling. Dream had slept in his clothes from the previous day, his green hoodie, black jeans and his white mask. His clothes were damp from the snow, and presumingbly, so was the bed. He sat up, confused about were he was then realization hit him like a bag of bricks. Dream stood up, there was a small Yelp under him. There was a small fluffy animal laying on the ground, Dream realised he had stood on it's tail and quickly stepped off it. He growled at him then strut away.

Dream walked out of the room heading for the kitchen, still half asleep and not very aware what was happening around him. He turned and ran into the corner with his shoulder. That sure did wake him up.

He entered the kitchen rubbing his shoulder vigorously. He saw Bad at the stove cooking something. It sure did smell nice, wonder what it was? Bad had turned at around from the stove, hands blood red. He was bewildered! What had happened?! Was he hurt? Did he kill something?! Or even someone?! Dream stumbled backwards, making the floor boards creak."Good morning, friend!" He exclaimed cheerfully, waving at him with both his hands. "What's on your hands!?" Dream half yelled at the man, a little regretting asking. "Blood!" Bad said closing his eyes and smiling. Did he walk into a psychos house last night?! What had Dream done? Bad wiped his forehead smearing blood all over his face. "I'm making breakfast! Want some?"

Bad was only being kind but Dream didn't see it that way. Bad could have frased his wording better but no, he had to say it so happily, and unconcerned. "Uhh. No thank you, I best be going!" Dream said very nervously, darting his eyes for the door. "Oh. Are you sure it's delicious!" Bad said, picking up a plate of bacon and eggs. Dream didn't care what was on the plate, or even if it did smell good, he had completely blanked out. He just wanted to leave that house, quickly. The night before he had left his bag by the door, he jogged out the door, then ran. Bad was extremely confused so he placed the plate down and jogged after him. "Hey! What did I say!?" Bad yelled after him, standing at the doorway. It was too late, Dream was too far away to hear a word of what he said. Whilst he ran a man had walked past him, and stood next to Bad. The man was wearing almost completely blue. "What was that about?" The man asked the other. "I don't know, Zak." Bad told presumibly 'Zak', whilst walking back inside the house.

For being so tall, he could really use his legs and run. He ran until his legs felt like they could fall off, and his lungs were empty of oxygen. Bad wasn't actually, well..... bad. He was just very misunderstood. Often not seeing the full the picture. Dream wondered if he made the right choice, running away from Bad as his stomach felt empty. He followed the path for many boring hours afterwards, dream looked down at his wrist showing his compass. It directed him into a thick dark oak forest. "Really!? Why couldn't the compass just keep me on a path!" Dream exclaimed whilst walking deeper and deeper into the forest.
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For the first time in years he looked down at his wrist. His compass glowed a powerful gold. He didn't know what to do, he panicked. George wasn't ready to meet his soulmate yet, so he did the only thing he could do, run. He was running since he was 18. Going from town to town. George was now 23 and still running, "How pathetic am I." He said out loud whilst packing up his things. He headed to the forest outside of town, and directly the opposite way of his soulmate.

George was miles away from he started all those months ago, yet he was still running. Why was this? Was the fear of commitment? Was it that he scared being tied to someone he didn't know? Or was it that he was scared his soulmate would be disappointed? Whatever it was it tore him apart. Barely sleeping at night, constantly having nightmares, always the same nightmare. Running, and running, feeling trapped in the same looped. Then eventually he fell down a dark hole in the ground. And like every other night, he woke in a a gross sweaty state.

"Why am I like this." He said looking around. He was in a small hollow barn he had found in a forest. It could barely have a person sit inside it, but being so short he could sleep in it. "Why am I like this?" He repeated in a more questioning tone of voice this time. Listen to yourself, I think you need to get some help.

George felt ashamed for what he did. Running from something that will always chase you. The universe assigned you to this person, it meant sometime in your lives, you will meet. Something outside of the small tree snapped. Some one or thing was outside. He hastily looked at his hands, his compass wasn't glowing. That crossed out one possiblity, George looked out from his dead tree. He saw a small fox. A red fox if anything. Adorable brown paws, a white tipped tail and the biggest ear you could ever see. Strangly the fox was alone, no other fox around. And something took advantage of that, the little foxes leg was scratched badly. If a fox alone wasn't strange enough, this fox was wearing a hat.

The big ears it had sure did work. It heard George silently watching, the fox turned it's head to look at him. He was caught. George stood up slowly, being very careful not to startle the fox. The fluffy animal didn't move, it just watched. George eventually made his way to the fox. "Hey there... Little fox. Can I look at your leg?" He asked, still trying to be careful with the fox. It seemed very calm around George, a bit too calm, but he ignored it. The fox lay down showing off it's tiny leg.

George ripped part of his sleeve off and wrapped it around the foxes leg. It was obvious that this fox wasn't wild, it was probably tamed. Once George finished wrapping the fox, it instantly began to pounce around. Eventually he stopped, strangely he bowed to George then walked deeper into the forest.

How peculiar.

Yay! Another chapter done! Today's chapters much longer too! Sorry it took so long to write.

Music reference of this chapter! Paragraph 8, "listen to yourself, think you need to get some help" this is from Manic! Made by Conan gray himself!