Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

Death

Karl and Quackity move quickly, apparently, because as soon as the area has cleared, the duo is sprinting towards where Dream struggles to keep George safely upright. The blonde eyes the streets around for any signs of danger, painfully aware of every sound.

He's pretty beat up himself, stinging pains throbbing continuously all over his body. But it numbs, because George is unconscious, and George needs help, and, well— 

George is completely limp in his arms, and Dream can feel pinpricks of pain at the reminder of the last time this had happened. He'd be weak for who knows how long— Dream doesn't know much about magic, but Karl does, and judging by his worried expression, none of this seems good.

Quackity takes charge quickly as soon as Karl gently pries an unconscious George from Dream's arms, soft and careful. There's— There's blood on his leg.

Dream looks away.

Quackity starts moving first, and Karl follows suit with George in hand. Dream trails behind.

"We need to get out of here. The police will be here fast, George's magic might've cleared the area, but not for long. Karl has slowed the time around these borders, but it's a strong spell and he won't be able to keep it up." 

Dream eyes George silently. He looks peaceful, if only a little tired— But Dream is still worried. "Is he okay?" 

"He's fine, it's not the first time this has happened." Karl smiles lightly, brushing some of George's hair to one side. "The spells over at camp were powerful, though, so it'll be a while until he's fit for proper travel." 

"What were they, exactly?" Quackity glances over his shoulder at Karl.

"Concealing spells, mostly. Simple, but difficult to pull off over larger spaces, you know? For someone who doesn't have magic like yours, it must've taken a toll on him."

Quackity nods with a hum, turning away. The world becomes less empty— A few humans cast the four odd glances, but no one really pays them any mind. They're too busy trying to get home, after the spell George had cast, the news of Magics nearby spread quickly. 

Karl tugs his hood further over his head.

Dream doesn't dare look away from George, as if he'd wake at any moment, as if something could happen to him on the spot. He speaks up, "He was casting spells during the ambush, too. Shields." 

Quackity sighs, rolling his eyes in exasperation. The air grows warmer with familial fondness. "Christ, he's an idiot. Techno could've handled that fine, you saw how powerful his spells were."

Karl chuckles along for a moment, until the conversation lapses into silence. The city grows slightly more crowded, but it's easy to move without any bother. Humans that still roam outside are too spooked to spare them a second glance. 

Eventually, Karl seems to tire from his spell and hands George off to Dream. Now, Dream can feel the painfully slow thrum of his heartbeat, and every ragged breath he takes. It almost hurts, how light and small he seems. 

Karl sighs, eyeing George from Dream's side.  "I wish Tubbo were here. He'd be able to fix George up better than I could."

"Why isn't he?" Dream almost demands, suddenly feeling angered at this. 

Karl only laughs, however, putting his arms up in defense. "Busy. It's alright, though, I'll be able to patch your man up just fine." 

Dream blinks, sputtering slightly. He might've even nearly dropped George, if it weren't for his constant attention and care not to.

"My— What?" 

Karl shrugs, turning away with a small smile. He jogs up to Quackity's side and the two converse in hushed whispers, so soft that Dream can't hear. He doesn't particularly mind, though, easily losing himself in the sound of footsteps on concrete.