Neptune I Dreamnotfound

1; Mellow

'Pitch black, pale blue, there was a stained glass, variation of the truth. And I felt empty handed.'

Clay stared into the screen of his monitor, eyes adjusting to the sudden influx of white light in the swallowing darkness from the depths of his room, why had George messaged him to get on so urgently? What was so important? Grabbing his phone from beside his keyboard he checked the time since the computer was still booting up, 12:45 AM. He sighed gently, rubbing his eye with his free hand. George this had better be important.

He placed the phone back down and gave a gentle yawn into his hand, George could message him on his phone, so why was he needed on his computer? If it was to play Minecraft, he was going to be so irritated.

When his screen finally loaded, he let everything boot up before he got to work. Discord popped up and he saw George online, raising an eyebrow he clicked the boy's name and messaged him.

'George I swear to god this better be important.'

GeorgeNotFound is typing...

'Oh it is. Believe me.'

'Okay, so what is it?'

GeorgeNotFound is typing...

'Cant tell. Better if I call you.'

'George. It's fucking 12 in the morning.'

GeorgeNotFound is typing...

'Yet you woke up when I asked you to get on.'

Clay had to stop for a brief moment, before muttering to himself quietly. George had a point, he had woken up, but that was beside the point. He always did this. He always used this argument and it was so fucking irritating, but... for some reason he didn't mind.

With the throbbing thoughts running through his mind, he shook his head, almost as if it would shake them out.

'I always wake up when you ask me to.'

GeorgeNotFound is typing...

'So it's a...'

'Fine. But after this let me sleep. Please.'

He almost jumped out of his skin as he heard the ringing in his earphones that he hadn't put on yet. Scrambling to get them on with one hand, the other landed on his mouse and he clicked answer. He let the headphones sit over his ears, he was met with silence before there was a sniffle, oh, was he sick? Was it cold in the UK?

"George?" Clay asked, George sniffled again, "hey Clay.." His voice was raspy and weak, and it also sounded throaty... was he crying? "Sorry to wake you so early."

Clay shook his head, "no it's okay, I was just being a stubborn jackass." He joked, though they were met with a tense silence, "okay, George what happened, why did you wake me? You sound sick?"

He heard George shift slightly, "no no, I'm not sick." He sniffled again, "I just--" He gave a brief pause, Clay chewed his lip nervously, "George?"

"Luca passed away Clay."

Immediately there was a pang of guilt that struck him in the chest like a steak, while he was getting angry he was woken up, the other was dealing with the loss of his cat, all by himself. George was stubborn, he refused help most of the time unless he was the one asking for it, this time was no exception.

"I'm so sorry George, are you alright?" Clay asked worriedly, listening as George shifted again, "I don't know how to feel, Clay..."

"I understand." Clay reassured quietly, looking over at his bed he saw Patches and even more guilt coated him like a heavy weighted blanket. What was he supposed to say? Yeah he had pets who passed away before, but he was never the one reassuring others. So they were once again met with a tense silence, "Hey..." He started.

George sniffled again, Clay smiled.

"It's alright to feel sad about this... but make sure you smile as well alright? Luca wouldn't want you to feel sad about him passing on, you need to hold your head high, even if that means you take a few days off of streaming, hell, take a week, two weeks off."

"My viewers won't be happy-"

"Fuck the viewers George, your well-being comes first." Clay snapped, he heard George go silent. "You need to take care of yourself before you take care of others, you should know that better than anybody. You tell me all the time."

"Yeah..." George muttered very gently. Clay could see the brunette staring holes into his desk as he tried not to break down.

"It's okay to cry George... you've cried in front of me before. This is a time when you can, so go ahead." He was gentle, treating the boy like he was glass, how else was he supposed to? Immediately he heard George stat to cry and his heart panged, his stomach twisted up. He hated hearing the usually bright and happy George crying, he could hear the sorrow and the pain. Clay couldn't blame him, from what he had heard, Luca was a good cat, he meant so much to George, meant so much to everybody. He knew he wasn't going to be taking it well. He just knew.

This went on for multiple minutes, before he managed to stop. Clay smiled, "you feel better now George?"

"Sort of.." George muttered.

"It's better than nothing... now go get water, blow your nose and wash your face. Take a break alright? You need time, I'll handle all the Twitter shit, but please take care of yourself. You're staying off social media for a week, minimum." Clay demanded, watching as George's icon lit up only a few moments later.

"Okay, okay. I got it. Thanks Clay..."

He nodded slowly.

"Yeah, no worries. Now go do that, eat if you have to. I'm going to go to bed, text me when you can, not on Discord- and if you need some more reassurance and I'm not around text Nick."

"Yeah... goodnight Clay..."

"Goodnight George."

The call ended swiftly and Clay removed his headphones, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his sweat collected hair. Well. That wasn't what he had in mind. But he was still in shock, he passed away so soon, he was only a young cat, but he felt extremely sorry for George who was beating himself up over the death. It was honestly a terrible thing to hear about.

He stood up and turned his computer off, hearing as the fans stopped whirring and the screen shut off, letting the darkness from the night sky swallow his room again. He grabbed his phone from beside his keyboard and turned the screen on, letting it act as a light to get him to bed. He walked over and turned it off again, placing it down on the nightstand before hopping right in.

Clay heard Patches stir and he smiled, reaching over and stroking her back, "sorry girl... go back to sleep." He whispered, hearing her faint meow before she purred and fell asleep. He looked up at his ceiling and pull the sheets over himself.

Closing his eyes he was drifted into a peaceful rest,

'You let me set sail with cheap wood. So I patched up every leak that I could.'