Mushroom fantasy (complete)

Dream 4

Dream picks at his scared lips, waiting for any kind of sounds of indication that the deal had been accepted. He waits, waits, waits, and waits.

Until finally, a siren rings loudly through his ears.

Dream's eyes light up as he looks above him to see no other than Technoblades face. He exploded the roof over his head.

Grinning, Dream grabs Techno's hand and gets helped out of the top of the prison.

Dream hears Sam's yells and curses, but both him and Techno are quick on their feet. An arrow flies past their heads, and Techno sets off a few dozen withers before darting out of sight with Dream.

The two of them gear up, not a single word shared between the two of them.

Eventually, Techno looks at Dream and nods, "Now, remember what you owe me?"

Dream nods, "Of course. How could I forget?"

Dream hands Techno a book that has blood stains all over it. Techno cringes, but takes it anyways. Then the two part ways.

Dream's off to finally, after months, see his beloved George once again.

''''''''

DreamXD pokes at the tea cup in front of him, "What do I do again?"

George sips from his own cup for a moment. "You're an idiot. Pick up the cup and drink what's in there."

DreamXD scratches his neck, drawing blood slightly, "I don't know if I'll be able to. Last time I tried to eat or drink anything, it all just spilled onto the floor." DreamXD looks off, trying to think of a solution.

George jokes, "Awww, so big bad DreamXD can literally ban people's existence, but can't drink or eat without getting stuff everywhere? Want me to spoon-feed it to you like the little baby you are?"

DreamXD rolls his eyes, "Hey now, you were the one who asked me if I knew how to spell 'beloved' earlier."

George gasps dramatically and blinks rapidly to seal the deal, "ex-CUSE-you, but I am a man of many words. Words of which I cannot spell when I live off of straight up mint tea and mushroom stew. Spelling's hard man, give me a break."

The two begin to laugh, before DreamXD sighs, "No, but seriously. How the fuck am I going to dri-" DreamXD stops speaking and twitches, his entire body glitching out for a brief moment. He then curses and shivers, standing.

"My apologies George, something terrible just happened. I'm afraid I must leave." DreamXD quickly pushes in the chair, fixing his hair. He looks uneasy.

George frowns and tilts his head, "Will you be back? Or are you going to make me wait like last time?"

DreamXD presses his lips together tightly while narrowing his eyes, "Depends. They may be in deep shit right now, so it depends. Stay safe, alright George? I don't want something tragic to happen to you."

DreamXD looks up at George with all  4 pairs of eyes, and he genuinely looks worried sick. Maybe even sick to his stomach. Or is that..fear? George couldn't tell now, and frankly, he didn't have the time to ask.

As George opened his mouth to speak, DreamXD had left.

And alone he sat once again, holding a cup of tea in his growing cold hands.

The place already felt empty. The void was back.

George looks away and places down the cup, turning away and walking out of the room quickly. He's trying to shield his sadness, his disappointment, his loneliness that he's already experiencing, but his watering eyes hold all the emotions.

It's like the world is never in George's favor. He's been stuck with this stupid curse for what he thinks is forever. Even DreamXD, a God, can't fix it. He refuses to. Next, his beloved Dream got himself in prison. He saw it coming, but George had hopped that his problem would've been fixed at that time.

Everything was in vain.

Then the sun set, and all hell broke loose.

''''''''''''''

George was sitting, once again, by the pond. His eyes, his body, zoned out. His mind wondered though. He asked the questions that had no logical answer, but tried to make sense of it either way.

He allowed his mind to wonder on lonely nights, even if time in this fantasy land is skewered.

George feels a light breeze beside him, though it doesn't take him out of his trance.

Someone sits down beside him, and George looks over slightly.

A man in a lime green (though dark yellow in George's sight), sits beside George. His face is bruised, bloodied, ashy, and scared.

But the mask.

George's eyes fly wide, "Dream?!"

The man looks over at George with a sly smile, "Sorry for the long wait. Did you miss me?"

George is taken back for a moment, almost shocked. He then sputters, "But- you're in prison?"

Dream tsks, throwing the mask into the river and stripping off his chest plate armor and shirt.

There's a flesh-eating wound that's piling with blood. It looks horrid.

However, Dream announces triumphantly, "Was. Don't take me for anything less than a God George."

George missed this. Missed the playful teasing, Dream calling himself a God. He missed the small things.

Boy did he take it for granted.

George carefully reaches over to the scar, and Dream makes no move to stop him. When he places two fingers on the wound Dream hums, "I'm fine George. It doesn't hurt or anything. Well, not anymore. I'll be honest though, I lost a shit ton of blood on the way out of that hell hole. May die in my sleep if I'm not careful!"

Dream starts laughing, and George smacks Dream's forehead. "Don't say that you bastard. You jinx everything."

Dream puffs out his bottom lip and sighs, "Georgeee..c'mon. Don't be a buzz kill. At least give me a hug before you abuse me."

Dream holds up his arms, and reluctantly and slowly, George takes in the embrace.

George puts his cheek on the skin of Dream's chest, feeling the warmth of his body.

He smells just like TNT.

He smells like poison.

He smells like death.

Or maybe that was simply just the God that stood on the side, watching slightly.

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