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Chapter 11: Patches

Belladonna's been revised :D

George PoV

George sat straight up in bed in a cold sweat, panting. It took him a moment to realize that he was in his room, not outside, and that there was no belladonna, no Shadow, and no storm-

Lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating the dark room for a brief moment. George rolled his eyes as thunder shook the castle a split second later. There was no rain, yet, nor wind, but George bet that there would be soon.

More importantly, however, it had just been a dream. Shadow wasn't actually going to murder herself using a highly poisonous plant that might actually grow right there on the forest but he'd never noticed, right?

Rolling his eyes, the brunette swung out of bed, running a hand through his messy bed-hair before putting on his leather boot-slippers and standing up. The wood plank floors were freezing cold, even to the point where he could feel it through the boots. Muttering under his breath, George slowly started walking out of his room, tentatively putting his hand out in front of himself to make sure he didn't walk straight into his table...

Which he almost did, but that's beside the point.

After opening the wooden door, George picked up the pace, actually being able to see due to the burning wooden torches. They were scattered along the walls periodically, some of them smoldering stumps and others looking so new that George wondered if Sapnap had replaced them recently. However, as he passed, a few of the stumps flickered out as a draft blew through the hall.

That was the main problem with living in a freaking castle: it was incredibly drafty and freezing cold.

As he passed Dream's room, he was surprised to notice the light was still on inside, and he could hear the sound of rustling paper and a few muttered words.

"...latt... not enough time... uncooperative... votes..." George smacked himself guiltily. Dream was his friend. He shouldn't be eavesdropping on him! What Dream was going to do was his own business, and George should trust him enough to let it stay that way. He shook himself and continued walking down the hall.

Sapnap's room, on the other hand, had the lights off, but George could hear the sound of chewing and could smell bread and chicken. Despite himself, George grinned. Of course Sapnap was having a midnight snack during a thunderstorm. George was, however, decently surprised that the entire SMP was awake. Well, if Punz and Eret were awake as well, that is.

George hopped down the final set of stairs to the doors to the castle, swinging them open as quiet as he could. Outside, the sky was pitch black, but spiderwebs of lightning flickered across it almost constantly. The air was misty and humid, but there was no rain yet. George rustled around in his backpack till he found a torch, which he lit and started walking towards the forest.

The dry leaves crunched underfoot as he ducked under a vine and found the place in his dream. A smell like pine needles wafted all around him as he held his torch up. There was no belladonna, not one berry, not one leaf. Yawning, George stretched and turned to walk back to the castle. He was tired, but there was still one thing he had to check before he went back to sleep.

As he passed by Dream's window, he heard the familiar twang of a crossbow and stumbled back as a bolt struck where he'd been standing a second before.

"George?" he heard Dream ask, confused. George looked up to see Dream's head in the window, staring down at his friend in tired puzzlement.

"Oh, hey Dream," George said nonchalantly, grinning at his friend's obvious confusion.