It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 38

George POV

The door clicked shut softly behind Dream, the sound of Tommy and Drista's yelling moving farther away. George flopped backwards on the bed, face still warm. He brought his hoodie-paws to his face with a sigh. 

His mind was a mess, his thoughts attacking one another in a violent flurry that did nothing but give him a headache. Dream's hoodie was still warm, smelling comfortingly of his familiar scent. George smiled to himself. The memories they'd received made them feel even closer than before. 

He just wished the closeness didn't come with a price. There was no way George would be able to kill anyone with Dream's face, particularly when that someone was Dream in an alternate universe. How was he supposed to cause the death of a literal god anyways?! 

George's heart ached, remembering the warm grin that shone like early morning sunlight, bathing him in gentle warmth. DreamXD had the same smile as Dream did. 

"I wish you'd ask me something less impossible..." George muttered to the empty room. He didn't know where George404's spirit had gone, but he wished someone would give him better guidance. 

George suddenly felt a wave of grief for his mother and father. It'd been a long time since he thought about them. Since he let himself think about them. His mother always had the best words of comfort, and his father had the solution to everything. He wished he could remember more about them, but his memories were blurry from when falling rubble had knocked him out, on the same day they died. 

George's mind wandered. The falling rubble had stolen his memories of Clay, too. He knew he had a best friend named Clay, but that was as far back as he could remember. There was something warm about the thought of Clay, and George was relieved he finally knew why he felt so comfortable around Dream.

George groaned, and sat up. He couldn't keep going in circles with his thoughts like this. Forcing himself up from the soft bed, he trudged to his work table. Picking up Sapnap's flamethrower-in-progress, he set to work. 

George had to roll Dream's hoodie sleeves up to be able to use his hands. The coils of wire scraped his finger tips as he skillfully bent the wires into certain patterns. The time ticked by, until he was adding finishing touches when there was a light knock on the door. 

Knowing Dream wouldn't knock, George wiped his hands on a rag and opened the door to find Niki standing there. The healer looked exhausted, but she still offered a half smile. 

"We just buried Ponk," Niki murmured softly. "Did you want to visit the gravesite?" 

"Uh, yeah." George was confused why Niki had come to him herself, but he followed her outside anyways. 

They walked in awkward silence for a while before his question was finally answered. 

"I don't know if Skeppy will make it." 

George glanced at her. "I'm sure you've done everything you can..." 

"And I will continue to do so," Niki assured him. "But the odds aren't very good." 

"Why tell me?" George asked. 

"Drista is close to him," Niki explained. Her blue eyes flicked away. "Her brother should know, in case he needs to comfort her. I didn't quite feel brave enough to approach Dream on my own, though, so..." 

"He's not as scary as he looks." George promised. 

Niki raised her eyebrows at him, and George could tell she didn't believe him. A moment later they'd arrived at an area outside camp, surrounded by tall wooden fences.