The Kingdom in the Mirror // DreamNotFound

Chapter 8

The next morning George woke up feeling much better. He had changed out of his filthy suit the day before and into a new outfit Dream had stolen for him. A blue shirt with a mushroom on it and a mushroom cap. George refused to wear the hat, much to Dream's disappointment, saying he looked ridiculous in it.

Dream wore a simple green hoodie and a dark green cape, a few stray mushrooms growing on it. He kept his armor on underneath, his sword holder attached to his waist. He said he felt much safer with it all on.

George felt safer with it on Dream too, but he would never be caught dead admitting that to his face.

To sum it all up, they had gotten a lot closer since the first time they had met, and neither were complaining.

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George sat up suddenly in the almost dark cave, gasping and sweating. He clutching his neck, before remembering where he was again. Karl wasn't here.

Dream's eyes fluttered open when he heard George and he sat up quickly, fumbling for his sword lying next to him, before he realized there was no physical threat nearby. "George?" He asked, straining to see in the dying emberlight.

George sucked in a careful breath, "I'm fine." He said shortly, but Dream ignored his pathetic attempt at covering up his fear. He crawled over and studied the brunette's pale face.

"Bad dream?" Dream guessed, and George nodded hesitantly. He was too embarrassed to look at the blonde's face. He had a bad dream, that's all. He was such a baby.

He rolled over to go back to sleep, but the phantom touch of a blade to his throat kept him awake, and the fact that Dream had not moved from behind him.

"I know I never asked you this, and it's a little late," Dream's voice started, and George tensed at the noise. "But, how did you end up here in Kinoko Kingdom?" He asked. George could sense the hesitancy in Dream's words.

"You're going to laugh at me." George replied as he turned over to look up at the taller man's shadowed face.

"I won't." Dream promised.

The brunette sighed in defeat, he stared up at the ceiling, "I came through a mirror."

A few moments of silence passed and George glanced at Dream in hurt, assuming the quiet was because the blonde was trying not to laugh, but he was surprised to see that Dream was watching him, waiting expectantly. "What?"

"Sorry, I thought you- nevermind." George dismissed, before continuing his story. "I moved into a new house a couple weeks ago? Days? I have no idea anymore." He said exasperated, "I woke up to some noises coming from my basement and when I went to investigate, there was a mirror down there, glowing and humming like no tomorrow."

Dream tilted his head curiously as George went on. "I tried to go upstairs, but it sucked me in and threw me out here into Karl's cottage. I-"

"Wait, Karl's cottage?" Dream interrupted and George frowned at him, "Yeah, he said he goes there every now and then to escape for a bit." He explained. Dream pursed his lips as he thought.

"What?" George asked, studying the thoughtful expression on Dream's sun-kissed face.

"I have an idea."

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"That's how we're going to kill Karl? By just waiting till he comes here?" George asked, shaking his head in disappointment, "I thought you had a better idea than this." The two were under a tall mushroom's shadow, arguing about who had a better idea as they observed Karl's cottage from afar.