𝓌orship 𝓂e ! | dreamnotfound

vi. the truth

"What are you talking about? I'm not... I'm not special."

"You have such a delightful energy," Karl began softly - attempting to be kind - before Quackity chimed in;

"We had the urge to let you speak to Dream privately, as though he was making us allow you to do so - and Dream did not question us.  And, for some reason, he visited you in the courtyard. It just doesn't make much sense to me."

"What's the big deal?" George frowned. His eyes dart between the three men anxiously, before deciding to just stare at the floor. He felt uncomfortable. He doubted Dream had told them anything about him - and so, he wasn't sure if he should. Even so, was talking to Dream really such a big deal?

"Dream doesn't talk to just anyone. I've been his right hand man for - Dream knows how long - and he has never once 'visited' me." Sapnap finally says, clearly trying to lock gazes with George. It was as though he was trying to read him, via his pupils. "And considering you've been here for less than a day, we can't help but feel... confused. You understand, right?" George gives a quick nod. He could feel their judgemental, curious stares burning into the top of his head. He did not know what to say in this moment; could he tell the truth? He did not want to do anything Dream hadn't wanted him to. His mission was to help Technoblade, which he had done, but now he had no idea where to go next.

"Honestly," George began. "I don't know.  How would I know?  Maybe you could ask Dream or something." He shrugged his shoulders, before walking out of the room.  He tried to seem as casual as possible - wanting to appear unfazed by their semi-organised attack.  He closed the door in one quick, swift motion, before scurrying away.  Behind him, he could hear the group arguing loudly.  Though, he wasn't too interested in what they were discussing now - despite knowing it was about him.  He was just so eager to talk to Dream.  Where was George supposed to go to meet him again? He held up his end of the deal, therefore Dream must do his part.  He trotted down the halls, unclear of direction, until it hit him; the room he presented himself in.  The first time he met Dream, rather than Clay.  He picked up the pace, no longer interested in his surroundings and instead desperate to reach the altar.

Dream's presence was more of a mental experience - like some kind of drug.  It wasn't always a physical thing, and it could take over your body within mere milliseconds.  George was stopped in his tracks out-of-the-blue, his eyes rolling back.  Two words chanted through his mind in that deep voice he had grown to adore.  Whenever Dream spoke, his voice was simply magnetic to the core of who George was, as if he was able to resonate with all of George when others could barely achieve a fraction of it.  His brain settled, instead focusing on what Dream was saying;

"The Catacombs."

The catacombs sat beneath the Church and beyond it. George, obviously, didn't naturally know where the entrance was, so Dream guided him towards it. He was led through the high, arched, doors, behind the altar, through the sanctuary, into the secret door which led to the dark tunnels. The catacombs under the cathedral were properly creepy. Nobody dared to go down there - not even Sapnap.

George found himself in front of some grand looking tomb, with the words 'Le Tombeau des Amoureux' carved onto the ancient stone entrance. He didn't speak French, but of course, Dream did.