Just a Dream (dreamnotfound)

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The sky is dark, the wind blows through the leaves ever so gently, stars twinkle and smile down on the planet that never sleeps, and the moonlight shines into Clays bedroom.

"HOLD ON HOLD ON...... SAP IM COMING, WAIT FOR ME..." He screamed through the headset "CRAP I SUCK AT THIS GAME I OFFICIALLY HATE BEDWARS" His Twitch chat blew up with laughing emojis and chats somewhere along the lines of "#dreamsucksatbedwars" and "ITS SAPNAPS FAULT" ''Chat it wasnt saps fault, I was the one who wasnt there" He muttered "Anyways I think it's time I end the steam... Bye guys!" He said in his monotone voice. He loved all his Twitch viewers, every single one of them. He loved making people's day and making them laugh out loud, he loved making people smile and help them through hard times. And he loved hearing about how he saved people's lives and helped cure their depression. His life was going great. Clay was the captain of the varsity football team at school, he had a lot of friends, and was dating the most popular girl in the school. He had good grades, was in honors classes, and had a loving supporting family.

He shuffled over to his bed, his back sore from sitting for so long. He lay down looking at the flowing LED lights shifting smoothly from one color to another. He thought about his day, and how he could've done better, things he could've said to make people feel different about a situation he encountered, or a different play he could've done at football practice earlier. Until he dozed off into sleep.....

He arose to be outside of a castle, Thanatos God of Death, had appeared in front of him. "Dream, your quest, save Saint George from the castle, and slay the dragon that lay behold you. If you refuse, death shall be cast upon you"
"Yes your majesty, I accept" He nodded
Before him were a sharp sword, his iconic dream mask, a bow and some arrows, a shield, and a thin article of armour. He felt like a knight from the medieval times, about to find his so-called "princess" and save them from the big scary monster. Just like MInecraft. He had done this many times before, so it couldn't be that hard, could it?

A/N: blood and gore warning :) Also when I'm talking about George, I'm talking fluffy hair George to be clear (his hair would be like the video posted on 3-17-21) ^w^ back to the story!

He started by stabbing the dragon at his feet, to catch him off guard. He slipped around edges and small rocks to remain hidden. Stabbing and slicing pieces of skin had started to build up. Slice after slice had fallen down to the ground, making it harder to be so swift without tripping. Eventually every region of the beast's body had at least 2 slices of skin gone, some bigger and thicker than others. To buy himself time to find Saint George, he shot the creature in the eyes, nose, parts of the wing, and other parts of the facial area.

Dream had entered the chamber, Saint George was sleeping in an old canopy bed with a rose wrapped in his hands. Just like the fairytales. He was fitted in a long, flowy, A-line, blue dress, (look it up and you'll see how pretty he looks make sure to add the word wedding tho ^~^) that hugged his body nicely, his hair mocha and fluffy, and his pale porcelain skin. Dream smiled and turned a light shade of pink under the mask. Up you go little one ^w^. Dream lumped the body onto his back, George's eyes fluttered open. "Who the hell are you?"
"Haven't you read the stories, I'm the one whos going to save you from this hell-hole" He smiled under the mask.
"What is that ridiculous mask, reveal thyself now!" The brunette commanded
"Hard pass"
"I deserve to know whos saving me, just like the stories"
"Fine then, I'll just throw you under the dragon to be crushed on...3..."
George looked at him in confusion
"2"
"FINE"
"Good princess, now hang tight, things are about to get messy"
George had felt oddly safe, feeling this hero's warmth against his own.

Dream had severed the dragons left wing and continued to the right, making the beast barely able to move away. Then he continued to slice the left arm and right. The creature had been defeated. Dream had looked in confidence, eyes full of the term "YEA I DID THAT", while George had been looking at the hero in terror and trauma. Dream plopped George onto the ground, the way longer than expected. They stood in front of the castle staring at each other. Dream took his mask off to George's surprise. The sunrise had spilled through the trees. To the reveal of his face, Dream's appearance was immaculate. Strong jaw-line, freckles dusted around his face, dirty blonde hair that fell in waves above his eyebrows. Emerald eyes that could intimidate someone for weeks if not months. Once the details had been processed in a long awe gaze, George fixed his crown and ruffled through his hair, frantically making his appearance seem better until....