George sat there, in shock, Clay was right. He had blown up. But George hadn't gone with him. He desperately remembered that moment. The only reason he had said no was his mom. He didn't wanna disappoint her by being a 'streamer', in her words.
He knew if he had become a streamer, she would have disowned him, and then he'd had had nowhere to go. So he said no. And now here he was, greatly regretting that decision. He watched as Dream celebrated winning the manhunt while the others groaned.
George sat there angry. He knew he could be in their position if he had just listened to the boy. He desperately wanted to go back and changed what had happened, but he can't do that. That's not how it works. He sighed and closed his phone.
He got up and went to his computer. He went to Twitter and opened the messages for the great Dream. He hesitantly started to type.
'I don't know if you'll even remember me, but hey, It's George, from a while ago. You told me you'd blow up, and told me to come with you, but I said no. And do you know how much I regret that decision? A whole hell of a lot.'
He hit send before he thought about it. He closed the tab and left the computer. He walked to his little kitchenette and found his dog and crouched.
"I should have listened to him shouldn't I?"
His dog barked once.
Then again.
And again.
George woke up to his dog licking his face. He shook his head and walked to his computer. He opened Twitter and messaged Dream.
'I just had the weirdest dream!'
I got a request for DreamNotFound from EvaLara9 and it's incredibly short, but I found this fanart earlier and I got a random spurt of inspiration, so I also thought I'd give it to you now instead of keeping it. Here you go. Enjoy :) - Pidge
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Fanfiction!! THIS BOOK IS UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING !! There will not be any more new chapters until I've finished editing what is already here. I have some free time occasionally, and I really love to write so I decided to do this. You can request mostly anyt...
