It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 9

George POV

"EEEEEYYYYYYYY GOGY!" 

Tommy's face lit up when he caught sight of George. George, on the other hand, felt a pit form in his stomach while screaming fuck fuck fuck in his mind repeatedly. 

Dream's body was tight with tension, and the air around them seemed to chill. Tommy, as usual, did not notice the threat as he jumped up and down excitedly. 

"WILBUR! WILLLLLLLLLL!" Tommy shouted over his shoulder. "I FOUND HIM WILBUR! WILLLLLLLLLLL!" 

George felt Dream move, and in the same instant threw himself in the tall man's direction. Wrapping his arms around Dream's body from behind, he dug his heels into the ground. "No, don't. Dream I know them, it's fine." 

Dream stopped, but he was not happy. George could feel it in the way his muscles strained and his back was as stiff as a board. 

"Whoa, hey, was he going to kill me just now?" Tommy wasn't even slightly fazed by the idea of a masked man wanting to kill him. "POG! WILBUR I HAVE HAD A BRUSH WITH DEATH BUT I-" 

"Could you please shut the fuck up?" A man just an inch or two taller than Dream appeared from the same direction Tommy had. 

George wasn't surprised to see Wilbur was with Tommy. The two were brothers -Tommy being the younger one- and practically inseparable. George always suspected it had something to do with Tommy not being trusted to not trigger a nuclear explosion and kill the last of the human population if left on his own for more than five minutes. 

"George its good to-" Wilbur froze, and his eyes stretched as wide as they could go. In an instant he'd reached out and snatched Tommy by the back of his collar, dragging the blond back with him. 

"BITCH! How dare you-" Tommy's voice was cut off when Wilbur slapped a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a look. 

"George, why are you with him?" Wilbur's gaze latched onto Dream. 

Dream's head turned towards Wilbur, and he seemed to be deciding on something. George couldn't help but shiver at the atmosphere. He'd never felt this air around Dream before. It was dark and intimidating. Dream reached for his battle ax strapped to his back with a holster George had designed. 

Wilbur's hand slipped to the sword hanging at his waist. George shot between the two of them, arms out in T-pose protectively. His back lightly brushed Dream's chest.

"I'm with him because I want to be." George met Wilbur's gaze steadily as thunder crackled closer. 

"Do you have any idea who that is?" Wilbur's voice was strained. 

"Dream is my best friend." George wasn't sure why Dream seemed to flinch behind him, like he was struck. 

"And do you know who 'Dream' is?" Wilbur's eyes bored into George's. 

"George," Dream finally spoke. He reached out and tugged George's arm gently. "Let's just leave them here. We need to get back before the storm." 

His voice was desperate, but George couldn't just leave the brothers out here to die, either. One moment, Dream."

He turned back to Wilbur. "I don't know what you're implying, but I don't care. I trust him and I'm staying with him." 

A flash of light lit the darkening sky, and thunder split the air. George glanced at the sky, where the deep gray clouds were way too close for comfort. He felt Dream nudge his back. Turning to face Dream, George stood on his tip-toes to whisper in Dream's ear.