New Beginnings

Chapter 1

Spring for George meant new beginnings. A fresh start from... everything. With Sapnap off living his best life with his fiancé's, plus George, he wasn't in the most comfortable spot. He rose from the bed slowly, letting bare feet touch the chilled boards underneath. Winter meant long depression, solitude. Christmas used to be fun with-

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, well. Consider it a promise. I'll- always be by your side." Dream stumbled over his words, pushing the gold band towards him. The various small pieces of Emerald and Diamond glittered in the light of their makeshift tree, lit with warm lanterns.

He didn't look at his enderchest, to where he knew the band lied. Instead he grabbed a fresher pair of trousers, a clean shirt, and a few supplies before slipping on shoes and heading out. He stretched as the sun hit his face and stomach. It was still early, the dew melting off the grass and making his shoes wet. He grimaced and started his walk.

Salt water helped him to at least be clean. Usually they'd use a cauldron of heated water and magma cream as a deodorizer, but he couldn't find the energy to care about the water temperature. The ocean was a far walk, but it was still early. He set out, munching on stale bread as he walked.

"George!"

"Dream!"

"You can't live off bread. Have some pork chop at least." He grinned, waving around the piece of meat on a skewer. The fire crackled in front of him. The light bounced off Dreams mask and made him glow.

"I was saving those pigs to make a bigger farm. Now I'll have to find more."

"Ok, we can find more together." He chuckled. He lifted one hand to slide the mask off. An invitation. George shook his head before trudging back over, nudging his shoulder as he sat down on the fallen log.

"You're an idiot." George mumbled, taking the skewer.

"Yeah, well. Your problem I guess. Your idiot Gogy." He teased.

He had never actually apologized for killing the pigs. Just said they'd fix it.

Sweat began to form on his hairline as he neared the forest that would break open to the ocean. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe he would bathe, trudge all the way home and be sweaty again, and go lay back down in bed. No. New beginnings. Spring had come. It was time to move on.

"That's what you always say." George mumbled, kicking the dirt. The trees swayed, bare and creaking.

"It's all for the best, George. Look at me. I can rule this whole world."

"It's not all about you! Dream, what about us, what about me?! What about Sapnap, and- Tubbo, he was just a child! This has gone too far. What about Wilbur? He lost it! He begged for death, all because you... didn't give him land rights a few months back. Everything is destroyed! What- what about me?" George said breathlessly. His legs wanted to give out.

"Are you done?"

Dream wasn't smiling under the mask, and George faltered. He took a step back.

"This is all... complicated. I know that. I know all of this is overwhelming. I know it all feels bad."

"It's beyond bad." George scoffed. Dreams lips pinched together.

"At least I'm trying! Trying to keep control over this giant world, over chaotic people who only want violence or glory, or both. I am trying to end all of this. If they would just listen to the one true leader-"