Time

Three

Third person's view

Karl was confused.  He's never seen George here before, let alone even thought he had a past life in this time.  After all, Sir Billiam never even mentioned someone like him and it was completely weird.  All of his friends were somewhat connected to each other.  Enemies, acquaintances,  or even friends as well, but George?  Not at this time has he ever heard of someone speaking about him.  He couldn't mistake this man for another.  He was completely similar to the brunet back at home.

Well,  maybe a tad different with the hair and attire,  but all in all the smile he held when he entered was the same as the smile he held everytime he saw him.

Karl felt his blood run cold as he watched the short brunet bound down the stairs,  he was so familiar as well unlike everyone else that had some major changes from his friends.  It was so weird that he looked the same.

He then snapped his head towards the God, seeing his stare at the brunet.  He would've been surprised if this didn't happen even before,  but now its just something he's used to.

What's definitely surprising is the God seemingly knows George too well with how he knew which people he'd talk to first. It was worrying.

He also wouldn't be surprised if George is the guy he's looking for. His theory was proven correct when he cleared his throat, the God snapping his gaze towards him so suddenly like he'd been caught looking at something for too long.

Well,  he has.  Actually.

"George?" Karl said. The name sounded foreign to the God since he already knew who this man was.  He knew from time and time again,  memorized every question he's been asked and the answers he gave to it.  It's just been so natural for him to come back that he just knew what to say.

"No." Karl was taken aback by that answer, being confused about the response from him.  That was George, right?  He couldn't place his finger on where he could be wrong.  They look the same.  Walk the same.  Maybe even talk the same.  There's no way he was wrong.

"No?" He mimicked,  the God shaking his head as he looks at Karl.

"He's not George.  Well,  not in this time."

Karl's mouth formed into an 'O' shape as he finally understood what he meant,  nodding his head afterwards before snapping his attention back to the cloaked man.

"Wait,  how did you know?!" He bellowed out,  completely confused.  Did Dream know how to time travel too?

A sigh escaped the blonde's lips as he looked back at Karl,  reaching for an item that hid behind his cloak before showing the brunet.

"A....clock?" it was those old clocks that had a chain attached to it so it can be easily carried.

What's that thing for? Karl asked inside his head as he tries to connect the dots,  the God seemingly not wanting to answer the question himself and opting for the brunet ti figure it out himself.

"Are you also a time traveler??" Was what first came into Karl's mind so that was the first thing he said.

"Not precisely, but I can travel through time."

"So...  You're not just a time traveler?"

"No."

That simple conversation gave Karl something to think about.  What was this man if not just some time traveler like him?  He hasn't heard about anything like this from Dream back then.  Maybe he wasn't aware? 

No,  he should be aware.  He hasn't met Dream for that long,  but he was aware the man knew himself more than anyone. This man,  however,  knew his name just by looking at him. He seemed to radiate the same aura as the man,  but there were things that defined them from eachother.  It was strange.

They looked the same, but acted quite differently. He was more closed off than the one he knew. More dull than the one he knew. It was actually strange.

He must've been staring for long since he was snapped out of his thoughts by fingers snapping in front of his face.

"I see that I gave you something to think about." The God calmly said like it wasn't much of a big deal. He sounded so used to people thinking about him that it just sounds so normal for people to talk about him.  Maybe.

"Well,  you kind of did."

He only hummed out in response as he looked back at the ballroom,  seeing the brunet nowhere as that made red flags go inside his head.

"Pardon me, sir?" A sweet voice said from in front of him.  He looked down,  finding the man he was looking for in front of him with the same bright smile he was greeted with the first time around.

Time stopped for the both of them as they stared at each other for a moment.  One's time froze for finding someone so interesting and worthy of his time while one froze from guilt for seeing this again and again,  knowing full well how this would end.

A hand was placed between them, a signal for introduction.

"My name is Henry. What may yours be?"

The God already heard this one too many times. The introduction that started everything. It was always the same.

"Dream." The name rolled off of his tongue naturally, making everyone think it was his real name.  That he possesed the name with his confidence.

Karl knew,  however,  that he wasn't just Dream.

The shortest out of the three smiled brightly as the God shook his hand, feeling giddy all of a sudden.  He was intrigued by the man and wanted to know more about him.

The God bit his lip behind his mask as he watches the brunet smiled widely at him,  a shiny glint of happiness that didn't even dare hide itself in his eyes.

He knew how that all ended.  It was painful to see it all over again. 

Unfortunately,  as much as he wanted to change everything,  he couldn't.  It would change so much and would probably crack the whole timeline which is a hassle to deal with.

"Dream? My,  your parents must be such happy and creative fellows!" The brunet chirped out as he says where he thinks the name Dream came from.  From happy and creative parents.

The God didn't know where he came from, but he knew that his name didn't mean anything good. It was just the way of his life.

"Yes,  I guess you can say that." Those words came out dry, like it came from a broken record that was played way too many times.

"Goodness,  I almost lost track of what I was doing here! I am a journalist and I heard of the events that happened here a few months ago and I just could not pass the opportunity of interviewing the people personally.  I was just so excited to be here since the ballroom was most loved by everyone and I wanted to see if myself!"

That was something David usually didn't say,  but that doesn't mean he hasn't said it already. It wasn't bland for the God to hear,  but he was already dreading the moment to come after this night ends.

"I see.  Then,  what are you doing here talking to me?"

"I wanted to interview you,  of course. You seemed like a man that would know of the events."