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okay so when the text is in a different font that means someone is dreaming or thinking. TW aswell :))

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The two boys were finally in the house, both in separate rooms. But Dream was slamming his lips with a girl while George was sat on the couch drinking to lift the pain away.

"George? Are you okay?" Bad said, bending over to meet George's eyes. George nodded but Bad knew he wasn't okay.

"Where's..Dream?" Bad asked. George pointed to the room farthest to the left. Bad got up, ruffled George's head then walked to the room Dream was in.

He knocked on the door, "Dream! George isn't doing okay!!" But there was no answer, bad decided, why not just open the door? And so he did. Dream was right there, he was sat on his phone alone. Dream looked up from his phone to see a worried demon.

"Bad? What's up?" He said.

"Your best friend is here crying." Bad answered in a serious tone.

"G-George is here?" He muttered.

Bad nodded as a "yes. He is here. Now go comfort him." Bad looked Dream right in the eyes, "Now." He scolded.

"Y-Yes sir!" Dream said as he struggled to get to his feet.

As Dream got closer to the living room, he could hear faint sobs under all the chattering and loud noises, people getting drunk, people making out, or even people fucking in the showers, or the other bedrooms.

It hurt Dream seeing his best friend cry. Thoughts started to fill his head, bad ones, "Did I hurt him?" "Who hurt him?" "What happened?" "you did this." "It's you're fault." "you made him cry." "Stupid." "Idiot." "kill yourself." And more.

"H-Hey George?" Dream stuttered.

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