A False Reality // dreamnotfound

Six: ~A Growing Friendship~

Dreams is the guard with the bitchy ass attitude. Noted.

"I said I was coming." He tossed the red apple to Dream, crossing his arms immediately after.

His face said it all. The shocked expression and an immediate sense of regret from what he said moments before. "I- um."

George cut him off before he could even attempt to make a remark back. "Just show me where the room is Dream." Maybe I could've had a better chance in the woods, let the three men kill me.

He did as he was told, tossing the apple from hand to hand along the way. George didn't look at Dream the entire walk but he could see him glancing every few moments behind him, looking at George everytime he did so. 

Seeing his face darken from the side of the mask, he was blushing but he didn't know why. Maybe he was just hot under all the armor.

"Here it is." Dream opens the door with one hand and takes a bite out of the apple with the other, thanking him with his mouth stuffed. "Thank you, for the apple."

George walks in while turning his head behind him. "It was nothing but do you mind me asking a question?" Who couldn't help but ask questions whenever they could, he still didn't know when he was or how he even got here.

"Go for it." His half masked face stared down at George, the height difference was intimidating in a way.

Messing with the sleeves of his shirt, he spoke. "Does he not give you all proper meals? Even with all that food the cooks prepared."

Dream couldn't help but to laugh then his tone suddenly went serious. "No no, he feeds us. Just maybe every three days y'know."

The look of worrisome grew on George's face, his mouth falling open. "Are- are you serious?"

"No no, he feeds us every morning and all. Three meals a day. I just didn't eat anything this morning." Wheezing while he sat inside the bedroom, he couldn't hold back the thought of the stranger to think he was being starved. "Sorry, sorry I couldn't help myself."

"Very funny." George couldn't remember him walking into the room, more less sitting on the bed with him but it was nice to hear his voice after being alone for so long. So long since he's genuinely laughed, since he's laughed with someone but himself. He truly didn't want this night to end, talking for hours, not knowing if this place was going to be a dream that'll he'll awake from.

It wasn't long into the night that George's eyes finally gave, head falling onto Dreams lap.

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Shit.

The only thing he could think of was how he was going to head back down to the King when the guest had fallen asleep on top him. 

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There was always a reason his curtains were never opened, hating the sunlight uncontrollably in the morning or just in general. Waking up to the sun shining within his chocolate colored eyes, he knew this couldn't have been a dream but more his new reality; his new home possibly.

It took George a minute to wake up, laying on the bed and staring at the tall ceiling above. I wonder how tall the ceiling is honestly.

Finally getting up from the decently sized bed, he heads over the the large window. There were no curtains to block the sun but the sight outside was quite amusing, a part of him didn't want to close it them.

It wasn't breathe-taking or magical, it was more calm and quiet. No cars or planes passing by or everyone being on their phones constantly, instead kids were outside using sticks as swords and throwing rocks at one another.

He saw Bad talking with another guy who was riding one of Fundys horses, Tommy was throwing rocks at Ranboo, and someone was playing music with a make-shift guitar. George got dressed in another outfit that the women had left him with, this time it was less formal then the previous.

There wasn't any blue hints to this outfit but more green or yellow, white, and hints of brown. He stuck on the white shirt then put on a leather type jacket which he thinks is green, brownish pants and put on the fancy black shoes he wore last night as well as a white scarf type deal.

Last night was something, wasn't it.

He looked outside the window once more before leaving and saw the man on the horse had disappeared, probably already had left the kingdom. An older man held Tommys arm together and the guitar player now stood by them, laughing his heart away.

George debated for a few moments whether he should try to socialize with everyone or stay in here as long as possible, of course both ideas could get others to grow suspicions and get him caught or possibly killed.

Walking away from the window, he reaches to open the door with a man falling backwards into the room. 

Dream.

Best bet was that he was leaning or dozed off against the door, either way he fell into the room.

"What the hell? Why are you outside the room?" Confusion. Fear. It was all on George's face, who wouldn't be. A six foot man almost fell ontop him.

Dream quickly got up and didn't delay on apologizing. "I'm so so sorry sir George. I- I was ordered to wait here until you awakened." He was startled, shaking for but a few seconds. George bent down to pick up the sword that fell from its holder while Dream picked up his helmet. "Th- thank you. My apologies again."

"Don't worry about it." He giggled when he spoke, it was funny how embarrassed he was. "So are you my protector for the day Dream the Knight?"

"Ha ha, very funny George. I actually am your escort for today and future days if you don't mind of course." Sarcastically, he bowed and spun his left hand in a quick circle. "Now shall we."

A smirk appeared on his face and doing the same bow and hand gesture Dream did, he responded. "We shall."

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