A trip to Florida with Dalegg (DNF story)

Part 3

TW: mentioning of having ideas of c0mm1tt1ng, murd3r

*1 day has passed*

It was the night before leaving for an 11-day trip to Florida. George was in vc with Sapnap, Dream and Bad, muted and packing his stuff. The good news is that there had been a lot of medication for Dalegg left in the pharmacy which George bought. He wasn't feeling exactly anxious, perhaps his brain is trying to save itself from the constant stress its put into, but he was feeling in a certain way that made him kind of eerie, the feeling of being in an isolated infinite place. It didn't make sense for him, but hey, not everything has to make sense, perhaps he's frightened about the trip.

- IT'S GOING TO BE SO AWESOME!! - Bad exclaimed with joy.

- Yeah! I want to see the loverboys making out so then I could capture it and post it on Twitter - mocked jokingly Sapnap, knowing that there will be a consequent shout from Dream.

- I SWEAR TO GOD SAPNAP - shouted Dream while doing his classical wheeze.

- OH MY MUFFINS GUYS YOU CAN DO AN IRL MANHUNT!!!! - said Bad.

Everyone, except George, was so hyped up about the meeting. The night passed with everyone challenging themselves in Minecraft while streaming.

George woke up at 3:42 am. He couldn't sleep. He still felt that strange feeling. He explained it to himself as the feeling when you get on the school bus and it's still dark outside, you lean on the window and just watch the raindrops fall. That feeling was eerie, it spooked him out, but at the same time it was kind of welcoming, he felt safe, unlike the events that were going to happen.

He got up, got his backpack and a suitcase, had scrambled eggs for breakfast, looked if he had forgotten something for the last time, got Jebles in his pocket, and finally left at 4:33 am in order to head to the airport.

The waiting killed him, he was impatient. He wanted to meet up with them, but at the same time, he was frightened. Frightened that he might do something bad to them, even with taken medication. It only decreases the effects of the illness but they do not disappear. He was around people at the airport. He hasn't seen people in a while except for that lovely lady that had sold him Jebles.

George decided to take out the chameleon and to talk to it.

- Haha, I hope I'm not mistaken for thinking you're yellow because you actually might be green. I'll just ask Dream. I hope they like you. To be fair you are very likable, astonish-looking. Who wouldn't adore you? You have such beautiful eyes, vibrant colored body, you derive pleasure from anyone who is looking at you. You are made to help lost humans like me, who are screwed, trambled by the modern society, you are their best friend. In fact, your little tongue that builds your charming smile makes even the most depressed people smile for a moment, a smile they haven't put on in years. Those achievements make you. You are our divine savior. I'm still thinking how could an ''item'' like you be so magnificent, lovely, and delicate. I'm grateful for your existence, thank you for choosing me, a wise choice. Helping vanished souls isn't straightforward. It takes time, effort, and a proper attitude to make a significant change. And it's obvious that you've done your part, you've trained to assist us, to relax us, to keep us away from possible harmful and judgemental thoughts... You are just a simple chameleon plushie, but your abilities are much more complicated and advanced than most humans, you recognize the real meaning of life - to ameliorate yourself and to make someone happy. I am glad you chose me. Thank you, Jebles.

After the talk, George felt a bit more relieved than before. The obscure feeling had already gone and now he was a bit hungry, so his first priority was to buy a sandwich from Subway, then call Dream.

- Hello, what is your sandwich going to be made out of? - said a young blonde 20-25 years old lady.

- Just add some cucumbers, lettuce, ham, and some mayo. That'll be it.

- Wait, are you George from kindergarten? The boy who barely even came and had to go home earlier than the rest of the kids? Do you remember me?

- Yeah, I'm George. And I think you wereeee hm Olivia by any chance?

- Yes! After that many years, you still remember me! I was the only kid who talked with you, correct? - said Olivia while making his sandwich.

- Yeah, you're right. How have you been? I remember you as the girl that saved me from John, he tried to poke me in the eye with a spoon, and, of course, you were the only person I had been talking to.

- I'm doing alright. That John kid now is in jail for murdering his neighbor. He deserves it to be honest.

- Woah damn I was lucky to have you as my savior. - said jokingly George

- Anyways, what are you doing at the airport at 4 am? Where are you flying to this early?

- I'm flying to Florida to see my best friends. Also, I have no idea why I'm here that early.

Lies. It was all because George felt shitty while being at home. It made him isolated from people, but he was obligated to stay inside because of the incurable malady. Every single day was filled with sadness. George was hurt. He wanted to live like a normal person, to be one. He was disappointed. Disappointed in himself for letting the illness affect his life in such a large portion. He felt like a slave that created all of this mess.

Why was he born? Why didn't his parents just abandon him on the streets to die, and to not feel the pain that he has been feeling since he was born? Why is he so messed up? Wouldn't everyone be happier without his presence?

He always blamed himself for everything negative that has happened, he felt like he was the problem, and, of course, the solution was to end it all which wouldn't hurt, right? At least that's what George thought is the best end to everything. He was too weak to fight, life made him weak...