Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

Relief

Dream tilted his face away from the six Hallucinations, hood falling in sweet, yet eerie ribbons over his face.

George's eyes flicked around rapidly, searching desperately for a way out.

That's when he sees the silhouettes.

Two of them, their own pixels glowing elegantly, yet no light shining onto their definable features. They stand on top of a building across from the alley.

George freezes, suddenly confused, but hopeful. He locks eyes with Dream for a moment, giving a subtle nod up to the unknown Hallucinations' positions.

He recognized those masks.

"Stand down." One calls, pride and confidence sweeping over their firm tone.

The six seem to pause, though the piglike one seems irritable about it.

In a flurry of cloaks and pixels, the two appear in front of George and Dream, standing strong between the two opposing sides.

One sports a square mask of purple and teal, a slightly eerie smile painted in pixels across it. The other has a similar, though more lopsided, face, framed by beige.

George's fury calms, his flaring core relaxing back into itself. He smiles, slightly strained. "Hey."

There's a long pause, where the brunet doubles back, eyes widening as he starts to doubt himself.

Then, the purple masked Hallucination seems to relax. A soft laugh is heard.

"George." He says, almost sighing in relief.

The six lower their weapons as Purple Face smoothly waves a hand through the air beside his face. The pixels melt away, revealing a friendly face, along with fluffy brown hair. A necklace with a swirl seems to almost swallow the pixels cleanly.

George brightens visibly. "Karl, it's you!"

'Karl' grins. "Yeah, and you'd best be grateful it's me, too. You would've been right back in that prison if not for Quackity and I."

"Damn right." His companion, Quackity, grins as his pixels melt away, revealing another boy with darker hair and a beanie. "Good to see you."

George offers him a laugh in return. "You too. Who's the rest?"

Dream, who has fumbled to put his mask on, tilts his head in George's direction pointedly. The brunet takes the hint and gives him a look of I'll explain later.

Karl fiddles with the charm on his necklace for a moment. "Well, you know Bad and Skeppy—"

The pig masked Hallucination sighs, cutting the brunet off. "Can we walk and talk? I don't want to be out when the humans scour this place."

Karl laughs, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "Sure, Techno. Lead the way."

The ten figures begin to stroll down the street, rulers of a near empty city.

Dream edges closer to George, letting their shoulders brush as an idle comfort for the both of them. George keeps talking, trying to keep the subject of conversation away from the blonde.

"Woah, I didn't even recognize you two. Bad, did you change your mask?" 

The demon-looking masked Hallucination laughs, his voice surprisingly sweet and friendly. "Yeah! I thought this one looked a ton cooler, right, Skeppy?"

The blue masked boy chuckles, poking Bad in the side and playfully waving his mask away. "Whatever you say."

Bad huffs, nudging Skeppy lightly. George's smile is fond as he turns back to Karl. 

"What about the others?"

"The kids are Tommy and Tubbo— Guys, take off your masks!— And the pig is Technoblade, or Techno. Newer, I guess. They joined about a month or two after you left."

Again, George can feel Dream's calculating gaze on him, even through the taller's mask. It's clearly looking for answers. The Magic ignores it, of course, because Dream can't make him do shit, thank you very much. 

"Karl, we aren't kids!" The blonde-boy-with-the-red-bandana scoffs, and George can visualize his eye roll far too vividly. "I'm seventeen!" 

Karl shoots George a look, to which the brunet laughs a little. A moment later, the two boys have apparently gotten themselves into a heated debate.

George wonders distantly how in the world they managed to do that so quickly. 

"Tommy, just take the mask off!" A different voice groans, clearly exasperated. "Karl obviously trusts them, what's the issue?"

It's the boy with the green bandana as a mask. (Tubbo, was it? Or Tommy? George has a feeling he'll get them mixed up.) He's already taken his off, and is now trying to convince his friend— Who George has labeled Stubborn Red Bandana— to do the same. 

"What if they're spies, Tubbo?" Stubborn Red Bandana (So that one's Tommy.) whispers loudly, eyeing George and Dream. "You can never be too careful."

Tubbo rolls his eyes dramatically. "That's George, stupid, the one from the story." 

George blinks in surprise, and Dream pokes him harshly. "Ow! What the hell Dr—" He begins, only to promptly snap his mouth shut. 

"Yeah, I know, but what 'bout... The other one?" 

George can feel Dream scoff softly beside him. 

Techno turns from where he'd been walking at the head of the group. Now that his mask is off, George can quietly observe long scars along his face and striking eyes— That look surprisingly bored. Pink hair is braided neatly down his back, and perched atop it all is a crown of polished gold. 

A bit intimidating, if George was being quite honest. He seems to be the one who's been conjuring all the fog.

When he speaks, his voice is smooth. "Tommy does have a point. Karl, Quackity— Do you know that guy?" 

Tommy whoops out a victory.

So close, George thinks in defeat.

Quackity shakes his head. "He was with George, though, so I mean—"

"Who is he?"

George can feel Dream grow tense beside him. 

But the Magic only knows eight of these nine—

"Who's that?"

Karl's gaze snaps over to the taller figure, who has a slightly smaller crown above his mismatched mask. 

"Oh! That's Ranboo, he's our newest member. He's really cool, though, and Techno—"

Techno glares hauntingly at Karl, who shuts up quickly. Quackity takes over.

"He's a kid too, but he's talented. Ranboo, you can say hi!"

The boy's mask only fades partly, to reveal light brown hair. "Hey." He says with a friendly (George thinks?) shrug.

George nods a little. "Nice to meet you. Uh, nice to meet all of you, actually."

Quackity grins. "You'll love it back at the camp, the group is loads stronger now— Even without you around."

George takes a deep breath, forcing a grin onto his face. "And I'm glad to hear it."

I also don't know what the hell I'm going to tell Dream.

Or the others. 

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-Melli-