Danger on the Horizon ( A Dream & GeorgeNotFound Fanfic)

Chapter 11 - Dissociation

Yesss I know I'm a day late, I'm sorry about that.

Writer's block is a pain in the neck and I found this chapter so annoying to get where I wanted to go. But here we are (finally)!

Anyway, read on, enjoy and tell me what you thought of it in the comments! :)

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I turn on my phone the moment I get home, only to be greeted by the last thing I wanted to see. A notification on Twitter that the entire platform is now obsessing over. A notif from Dream

Dream @.dreamwastaken

hi everyone. just wanted to say i'm doing okay, sorry we had to delay the surprise.

yes, I was in an accident, but it's nothing too serious. I'm going to be fine, make sure you all stay safe. love you guys :)

It's been retweeted a million times. I sit down slowly on the sofa, unable to stop myself as I scroll through comment after comment after comment.

About 50% of them are absolutely messed up.

You're a loser dream

you can't fool us

finally decided to admit you've lied yet?

you are all disgusting don't think we believe you

you can't get sympathy like this

And they're just some of the less vicious replies. I am aware of the equal huge amounts of genuine sympathy coming from the supportive fans, but the negative comments seem to appear more often and are so much more noticeable. This is what I wanted Dream to avoid, but it looks like it's too late now. There's been some awful stuff posted over the past few days – guaranteed not to help Dream recover from a traumatic experience like the one he's had.

Sapnap comes over, and when he sees the look on my face he immediately glances down at my phone. "So that's it then. He's seen it."

I nod mutely. Bad approaches, his mouth set in a firm line. "I'm gonna make a post and set those fricking idiots straight. Dream shouldn't have to deal with this." He says, gaining a surprised look from Sapnap. Even I raise my eyebrows.

"Whoa dude-" Sapnap says, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Did you just s-"

"Oh, go crumble a muffin." Bad replies, somewhat sheepishly, as if even he's a little shocked at himself. Sapnap just gives a knowing smirk and disappears off somewhere. Bad shoots a small smile at me. "Look, I'm sure Dream will be okay. He's a smart guy, he knows how to deal with people. He's done it before." he assures me, before heading off to my kitchen

The almost-normal interaction between my two friends puts me in better humour, and I shut off my phone. For the millionth time this week, I repeat the same phrases to myself a few times. They're kinda becoming my mantras now.

Dream will be fine, everything will be fine. It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks, as long as you know the truth. Everything will be back to normal soon. This can't get any worse that it already has. Dream might need help, now it's time for you to look after him.

Stretching, I pull out a notepad and beginning to write down a rough schedule for the next few days. I think it will be better for Dream if we take turns at visiting him – it will stress him out less and the doctor won't give us those 'You really need to let him rest' looks whenever we all turn up and ask to see Dream.

Plus, there's less chance of us getting recognized. The danger of that has been upped significantly since Dream's accident – all the fans' theories about the surprise and where he is are running rampant, it only takes one malicious photographer and a bit of snooping before it is all over.