Another Lifetime | Dreamnotfound AU

Chapter 2: Friends

He threw himself into the person, hugging them like there's no tomorrow.

"What are you doing here, George?" The person asked.

"Mum" was all George could muster.

George felt all the curious stares and the awkward tension, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that he's finally with his mom. He felt the tears welling into his eyes. He didn't know what to feel. Should he be sad or happy? Whatever it is, he didn't care.

He pulled away and looked into his mother's eyes. He could see the happiness in his mum's eyes. Those eyes are his replica. The brown shimmering irises because of the tears that are brimmed with a black circle. He heard someone whisper and all the people left the room, except for the two(2) of us and Niki.

"So George" Niki started and got my attention, I slowly turned my head to her and started to listen or maybe not.

"So you might wonder, what this place is" I nodded, wanting more information.

"This place is where dead people that have an unfinished business is sent"

Unfinished business? George has a business that is not finished. He stupidly wondered what it could be. George is so oblivious.

"Some people are sent here if they didn't deserve their death"

Oh. So that's what it is. George realized that he didn't deserve his death, but his mind thinks otherwise. He thought about the way on how to finish their business. Or was there a way to? George's mind was clouded with confusion and doubts.

"-remember anything" he heard Niki say as he zoned back to the world. Or heaven or a place that dead people with unfinished business are sent. George has so much in his mind right now that it almost fogged his vision.

"So George I am going to show you your room, okay?" George responded with a quiet 'okay'. He kissed his mum on the cheek and waved goodbye.

"See you later" he whispered to his mum.

He followed Niki towards his room. When they arrived, George noticed that the door was blue. It has a very interesting vine type of pattern in it and when he touched it, it was warm. George thought that it was kinda cool.

He opened the door feeling the door handle warmed in his hands. When he opened it he noticed that it looks so much like his room when he was still alive, of course. The queen size bed was tucked in the middle of the room just like in the other world, the white striped comforter was laid neatly on to it. On the left side has his built-in closet. On the right side has the weirdly shaped window that he has, the blinds prevented him to see the view outside. In front of his bed has his set up. He looked at the flashing lights of his keyboard and his gaming mouse and thought that it was satisfying to watch. The white circle fluffy rug laid on the brown wooden floor.

He turned back to Niki smiling.

"Okay I'll be now going downstairs to prepare for dinner" she nodded and closed the door.George opened the blinds and was met by the view that he wasn't expecting. He looked at the lion, lioness, and their cub peacefully sleeping under the big acacia tree. He saw two pandas sitting together looking like they're talking. He admired the place as he saw and discovered more and more animals. It was like paradise or maybe it was paradise.

He walked towards his bed and flopped down on it softly bouncing from the force. The mattress was softer than the real one. He stared at the ceiling fan, following a blade in his gaze. He felt like he was in the perfect place.

But there's still something or someone that his heart is longing for.

Clay.

He was supposed to be happy that he's now with his mum. But he can't help but think about the people that he left.

'Are they happy?'

'Are they content?'

'Are they thinking about me?'

These thoughts clouded his mind, again like a cloud of smoke in a bottle. He can't help but think about the events that happened. He was supposed to be thankful but why does it feel like he isn't.

He felt the tears flood out of his eyes as reality hits him. He felt sorry instead of thankful. He turned around to lay his stomach on the bed and buried his face on one of the pillows. His heart longed for Clay's love. His skin longed for Clay's soft touch that could trail goosebumps. His lips longed for Clay's own.

He thought about how Clay is doing right now. Is he okay? Is he happy with his new... boyfriend? The pictures in that bedroom returned into his mind, vivid than ever.

His room was immediately filled with soft sobs, muffled by the pillow.

Few hours had passed by and George got out of my room, opening the door and closing it behind. George went to the dining room to eat dinner. George's eyes hurt from crying.

He saw an open doorway. It was an arc-shaped open doorway. He entered it. As He entered, His gaze immediately landed on the people talking at each other.

The strange people looked at him and looked back at each other.

"C'mere," the brown-haired guy said, waving his hands. George stood there, contemplating whether to sit with them or not.

He walked towards a chair beside the blonde kid or child or teenager. They were quiet for a second before the child- person besides George spoke up.

"Oi, what's your name, boy?" The person said, nudging George by the shoulder. The guy was loud and has a very clear British accent.

"Oh- my name is George, I guess" George responded, scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks heated up as he felt the gaze from the others.

"Mines Tommy," Tommy said with a wide smile. George looked at every other one as they said their names.

George looked at the brunette, wearing a green shirt.

"Tubbo" Tubbo said.

George looked at the guy wearing a swag eyeglass.

"Eret" Eret replied. His voice was deep which George did not expect.

"Wilbur" I nodded at them.

"So" The boy started, dragging the vowel. "How did you die?" Tommy straightforwardly asked and George was a bit blown away. Tommy must've noticed it so he quickly apologized, but George chose to continue.

"I guess," George said sighing. "I guess I was just heartbroken and it got into my mind- okay I died because of suicide" George explained.

Wilbur put his hands on the table, interested.

"So who's this bitch boy," Tommy said, popping his fist together. George chuckled and stopped.

"Wait- how'd you know-" He got cut off by Tommy.

"That you're gay?" Tommy casually said. 'Is it that obvious?' George thought.

"Just instincts" Tommy shrugged.

"Do you want to know how Tommy and I died?" Tubbo added like they've talked about this for eternity. George nodded in response.

"Well, Tommy here decided that it would be cool to steal their mum's car and speed through the freeway and we were SHOUTING and Tommy lost control so we crashed like the car was flipping in the air" Tubbo shared, making gestures of his hands, whilst Tommy was losing his shit like it was the funniest thing in the world. George was already laughing getting comfortable with the group as seconds pass by.

"They sent us here because they think that we are too young to die" Wilbur raised his hands, wanting to tell his own story.

"Well, it was a long long time ago. I once ruled a country and it was called" He paused to think, scratching his chin. "L'manburg, yes that one. So we declared war and this guy" he nudged Eret "betrayed us so I killed him and he killed me. So we died at the same time, never really thought that I'd befriend this bastard" George looked at them with wide eyes, in a shocking state. He never thought that these guys are that old.

The others came into the dining room and took their seats. Five(5) minutes later the maids came in and placed the food and it was a lot of food.

We took plates and ate in silence. The echoes of the spoons clanging on the white ceramic plates filled the whole room.