~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Thirty Seven

The fear from earlier was still with the brunet even as the starting place of the smp formed around him once more,  no familiarity that may have belonged to the God ever springing back on him.  His hands shook slightly,  a feeling of dread and guilt inside of him as he thought of the situation that happened beforehand. Where did that courage come from and why was it so easy to shatter when green eyes that were so familiar and kind to him turned into something so malicious to the point he couldn't even see the green anymore?

Despite being colorblind,  he saw red in those green eyes,  anger being completely felt even if you were far from the blackened figure itself.  The room went cold when that happened,  the warmth the God radiated for him long gone as soon as all blame was put on him by the mortal being so unfairly. George never meant to lose his composure, but the thought of being so close to getting his desired ending broke his psyche to the ends of oblivion, unfamiliar to even the God of chaos himself.

All he heard earlier were screams,  begging for him to go back as quick as possible.  To get back to everyone and get the ending that was so close to obtaining.  The perfect ending.

Did such even exist?

Now that he looked around all the yellow grass that he felt below him and leaves that fell close to him, he didn't see any form of perfection in it.  Despite it being nature's creation,  it didn't feel perfect.  Some are dead and withered while some are too green.  Some are brown and dried while some are dewy and pollinated by bees. 

Do bees even pollinate grass? George doesn't think so,  but his brain was too muddled to even pick up on it right now.

Back to the topic at hand,  despite it being nature's creation,  none of it seem perfect.  Granted,  it's majestic and moves as gracefully as the world says it is,  but it isn't perfect.  None is.

Perfection is just a term everyone has used for Society's standards. To make it seem like such a thing exists when in reality,  nothing is. Even an ethereal being's creation such as nature seems so broken and incomplete.  It's there to strike fear into people,  to make people panic and think that they should be perfect when even the Gods among them make mistakes.

Mistakes are all that's here.

And George's mistake was sinking inside of him and being thrown out by all sense of right and wrong quite quickly.  He didn't mean it,  but XD needed to know that he needed to come back.  He had to come back.  This was all his fault.

Was it?

Yes.  Surely.  It was.  Everyone would agree.

Right?

Right.

What he didn't seem to perceive was the fact that Dream has taken much longer than usual to appear from the yellow tapestry around him with the same beaming smile he always has on when he faces the brunet. 

The thought of Dream made him go back to the God's furious eyes from a second ago. His shattered confidence remembering how the kindness in it was lost as quickly as it came,  never to be shown again to the brunet.  It almost made him want to come back and apologize,  but pride was too high for him to just drop down for one God.

Granted,  XD was one of the most important people for him,  but he isn't just going to apologize for that.  It wasn't his fault.

Finally,  Dream has arrived,  smile slightly crooked as he walked towards the brunet, arms wide for a hug that was given quickly.

Something changed inside the smp and it seemed like no one realized.  Everything was far more ominous and dark, like something hurt the person that created the world to the point their negative feelings swelled onto their creation.

Sounds too familiar to George.

The hug was warm,  making him go back to the- 

Stop going back there. You did this to yourself. You did this to him as well.

Per say,  I suppose that thought was right.  He shouldn't go back.  He doesn't deserve to.

It seems that Dream noticed his distress and looked down at him, something itching at him that said 'That isn't George.'

He forced that thought away,  however. Nothing is going to ruin the perception of his best friend.  He hummed and snapped his fingers in front of him,  a slight flinch being the brunet's response.

"What?" He asked,  real confusion etched in his face and tone, eliciting a slight chuckle to the blonde.

"Nothing.  You zoned out." Was what he got out of him.

George was rather suspicious that it wasn't just that and thought if he's missed a conversation or not, deciding not to push anymore and just shrugging.

That seemed to be good enough for Dream.

"Right. Well,  I'm gonna go ahead and get started on the smp." George said as he looked at the blonde man again,  a brow twitching slightly at his words.

"What? What do you mean?"

George was taken aback at that question,  racking through his brain to see if he misdirected the conversation or mistaken something.  Nothing came up. 

"We need a house,  right?"

"We already have a house? The community house?"

He blinked.  What? Didn't he arrive before the community house was built?  Or anything at all, for that matter?

"Dream are you okay?  I think you're imagining things." The brunet asked confused and concerned for his blonde friend that seemed to have the same emotions on him right now.

Due to not wanting an argument the first day his best friend arrived In, Dream merely shrugged as his response,  pushing his confusion away for a moment and bringing his friend out of the spruce forest he spawned in.

"Tommy would be happy to meet you."

"Tommy?  He's here?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay,  now you're just messing with me.  You don't even know of Tommy before this." George scoffed and crossed his arms,  a slight eye roll accompanying it that was ignored by the man beside him.

"I'm not, George.  Besides,  how do you even know Tommy?" The blonde rebutted as his best friend just shrugged,  annoying him to the slightest.  This was usually the response he gets from George.

"I don't even know anymore." And that was the truth of the matter.  Everything was so confusing to both of them that it just pushes them over the edge of annoyance.

Alas,  both walked through the prime path,  the only familiar thing to George at the moment even if it was built earlier than normal.

And then,  suddenly,  what he thought was a sick joke was in front of him,  smiling with his egocentric smile and smug greeting.

"'Ello Gogy!"

What happened?  What happened after that?

What happened after that?