𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 2.2 - turn back time

(before we start i wanna apologise for the late upload and how shit it is- i got distracted streaming and for a hot minute forgot i write this shit lmaooo... ill most liekly edit this or re-write it in a few days :/ sorry againnn)

Okay- so heres the deal :) im thinking this book will have TWO (yes 2) endings:
1) will be the angsty main one i planned that will hopefully make u feel things
2) will be the softy, less painful one that kinda more character based? like my original not so serious one (as this book did start just as smut...)

how does that sound? you can choose which one you like the most, or only read one!!! i rlly wanted it to be a light-hearted ending but gosh darn i crave pain thru angst

for now thats the plan :D tell me if u hate it tho

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"Wait, is it right or left?" Dream slammed on the break, whipping his head from side to side.

"RIGHT! It's Snowchester road, god damn it!" George gestured violently to his side, practically screaming as the car started to turn. "Down the bottom, the big house!"

"What? I thought you lived in one of these house?" Dream refrained from stopping and followed the others orders. "Did you lie to me?"

"Yes, of course I did. The orphanage, just here!" They pulled up the large Victorian building and George jumped out of the car, sprinting to the door. The sun shone brightly above head, and Dream made sure to keep the windows down so the van wouldn't overheat as he locked up, following the younger in.

As soon as George got the the front door, he stopped, and carefully pulled out his key to unlock it. The wood creaked loudly as it opened, and kids flooded to him.

"GOGY!" Tubbo and Tommy were the first there, as if they had been waiting the whole time. "GOGY IS BACK!" Ranboo, somehow, appeared next to George, and Niki came from behind him, also hugging George. Slowly, the whole house gathered around him.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" He scratched the back of his neck, looking to Dream who was walking up the driveway. "The car broke down... is dad-"

"Not yet." Mink appeared from the kitchen, eyeing Dream who looked intimidated at the door frame. "He called, said he's coming home early, but he's not back yet."

"Thank god." George pulled Dream inside, shutting the large doors to keep the warm suffocating air outside where it belonged. "Everyone, this is Clay. Say hi."

A few people nodded, or spoke, but techno stood forward, glaring straight up into his eyes. "Who is this man?" He sounded slightly more serious than usual.

"He's my friend, he took me to the school trip I couldn't go on." George gestured away some of the kids, and took his bags from Dreams hands, walking to put them in the kitchen. "He plays minecraft just like you! Maybe one day you can play together-"

"Hmm, no I'd win." The pink haired boy followed the pair into the kitchen, spinning a silver letter opener in the shape of a small sword around his fingers. "I'm too good to play with casuals. I never die."

Dream seem to relax into the setting, letting out a small laugh. He was far too proud of a man to take ridicule from a small boy with hair the colour of bubble gum. "Alright kid, I came first in this years mcc's... I think I'd be fine."

Techno didn't respond how the older expected however, no his hands flew into the air with anger. His small, blunt little knife falling to the kitchen tiles. "YOU? It was YOU who beat me? Are you KIDDING, DREAM?"

"Wait-Techno? Technoblade, you're- you're a child! How did you-"

"If I had good wifi, you would have been toast!" The small boy clenched his fists as Dream continued to laugh. George stepped forward between the two.