George & The Dream

Eleven

June 4th 2021

"Today's the day!" cackled Schlatt, "Everybody here? Should I do a role call?"

Nobody in the community house spoke.

"Role call it is, then!" Schlatt shouted, "Alrighty, Sapnap, you here?

Sapnap looked up from the table, "Yeah."

"Cool, don't care," said Schlatt, "Ponk and Punz? Are these the same person or?"

Punz, a blond haired man, who sported a white hoodie, shared a glance at Ponk, who facepalmed slowly, "No, Schlatt! I'm Ponk, he's Punz, there's a difference."

"Cool," Schlatt said, "Don't care."

Schlatt looked around the room, "What's Skeppy doin' here?"

"I thought we were having a party," Skeppy, a blue haired man said, "That's what Bad told me!"

"Is this not a party?" Bad, the friendliness man of Terraville said as he leaned on the doorway, "Looks like a party."

"No, you buffoon!" Schlatt shouted once more, "If you're in here, you're comin' with Sapnap and I to kill a monster and take over a castle."

"A monster?" Bad said, "Like, a zombie?"

Sapnap looked over to Bad, "No, like some sort of inhuman dude. He's kidnapped George, and locked him in a cell, I want him home."

"We leave at sundown," Schlatt announced, "Get your weapons ready. This show is a B.Y.O.T."

Silence filled the room. Schlatt looked around at confused faces.

"For petes sake," Schlatt groaned, "B.Y.O.T. Bring your own torches!"

A wave of 'ohh's' filled the rooms silence.

"Meet here just before sundown," Schlatt announced, "Class dismissed!"

"This isn't a class." Foolish, the towns builder expressed.

Schlatt huffed, taking a drink, "Cool. I don't care."

As everyone got up, getting ready to prepare themselves with food, torches, and weapons, Sapnap remained sitting in the corner of the house. He was worried sick. Part of him wanted George home and safe so badly it hurt, but the other part of his was terrified of ending up seeing George hurt, or worse.

Dead.

His thoughts were filled of things that could go wrong. George didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be locked away. George was just like a brother to him, and Sapnap couldn't bear the thought of George dying because he took his place. He would never be able to get rid of that type of guilt on his conscious for the rest of his life.

He felt himself start to cry at last.

He had been holding in the tears for weeks, wanting to stay strong for George, but he couldn't anymore. He cried, alone in the brick community house of Terraville.

"Oh, please," Sapnap sobbed, "Please be okay."

-

George and Dream were laying next to each other, on the floor, of the library. They had been reading independently for hours now. Dream, reading the book he was still learning to read, and George, reading his book of the day, which was a fairytale.

It was the afternoon when Dream looked over to George, "You like that one?"

"I do," George said, "It's very magical. Reminds me of you."

"Cutie," Dream muttered. He coughed, "What's it about?"

"A girl who found a magic mirror in the ocean," George explained, "She just found it, though, I don't know what the magic is yet."