Mushroom fantasy (complete)

Dream 2

George opens his front door, stepping inside while slipping off his jacket.

"So, DreamXD. You're a god?" George hangs his jacket on the rack in the corner, passing a small glance to the God who's carefully closing the door.

"I mean, yeah. I'm a god. And before you ask, no. I am not here to banish you for your sins. I simply...want to just see what Dream's been blabbering about in the prison for ages. And even now, I'm still confused."

George frowns slightly, slumping down. "He's in prison and he talks about me? That's sad." George turns on his heels, digging in one of the sweater pockets and pulling out a small white blob. The blob levitates from George's hand and swirls around his head before settling on George's shoulder. George simply carries on while listening to DreamXD talk.

DreamXD makes a noise in agreement, "Yeah. He talks about you a lot. Are you sure you're not a god yourself? He worships you like one."

George visibly cringes, "No. I'm not a god. And he doesn't 'worship' me. He's just a simp."

DreamXD laughs, pulling down his hoodie, "A simp? C'mon now. Don't be so hard on him. He just appreciates you. Give the man some credit."

George walks to a small mushroom plant, watering it. "I give him plenty of credit. But he did kind of make me an entire world of my own. Like, it's charming. Don't get me wrong. But he also visits, writes me letters, drops off flowers, which are usually dead, and he leaves these little guys everywhere." George motions towards the small blob with a smile on his shoulder with a sigh. "I just suck at words."

DreamXD begins to look around the house, picking up objects and turning them around in his hands. He then mumbles, "Trust me, I can tell."

The two fall into an uncomfortable silence for a moment before George speaks up, softer than before. "Why is Dream in prison?"

DreamXD sighs heavily, putting down what he was holding and he turns to George. "Damn, I knew that you weren't aware of much that happens, but I didn't know it was that bad."

George tenses slightly, his fingers flexing. With a nod to continue DreamXD on, DreamXD turns his head to the left, seeming uncomfortable with the subject. Even though George can't see this boundary that's being crossed.

George pushes him forward, "Well? What did he do that's so bad that he's in a prison. And there's no way to contact me."

DreamXD clears his throat and takes a deep breath, "Well, George, Dream did many things that are deemed 'inhumane' and, or, 'manipulative'. But you humans have a different mindset than Gods, like myself."

George narrows his eyes, deadpanning, "Yeah, that's great. But that didn't answer my question. Why is he in a prison? What did he do?"

DreamXD seems to tense full body, making a noise like he's sucking a breath in through teeth. With an exasperated breath, DreamXD says, "He stole a ton of things from people, and did a lot to Tommy. It's - a long story. And I don't have time to tell the whole thing."

George's heart feels like it just dropped. And out of nowhere, George's instant reply is a frantic, "Wait, no!"

George freezes, and DreamXD's head turns to him. George thinks quickly before saying shakily, "I uh mean, uhm, don't leave. You have plenty of time here. You're not a bother or anything. I uhm, don't mind. Just don't leave yet."

DreamXD seems speechless. Not a word, nor a sound, is heard from him. After a long moment, DreamXD shrugs, "Alright. But no promises. I really just came here to give you that note. And I'm quite a busy man."