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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
-𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

A small subdued tear ran down my cheek; I never should have let him go alone. As soon as they brought  him out I frantically ran to the group of medics and firefighters clustered around him.

"Please tell me he's okay."

Though my words sounded as blank as a clean slate the desperation was overflowing in my eyes. Neither of their faces showed annoyance nor sympathy; Most people within the vicinity managed to evacuate, but Dream was one of the unlucky ones to be trapped inside. But he wasn't all that unlucky. Some people came out dead; he was unconscious. Knowing he had a pulse was all that mattered to me.

"Wake up, please..."

I spoke to him as if he were awake in some sort of way.

"Clay.."

I knew that he was trapped inside his own mind. I could feel it, I could see it on his face.

"Clay, wake up... please wake up..."

I didn't care about how stupid I was to ask a person who clearly was in a state of a comatose to wake up. I wanted to be with him again. Like it had always been. Even if he doesn't see me like I see him;

Even if he doesn't want me like I want him.

"I-I love you, please.. w-wake up"

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Recommended song for this scene:
'My Feelings' from the Doki Doki Literature Club! OST

It had been an hour or two since they brought out everyone that survived. I sat by a nearby bench in the park that seemed familiar.

We reached the park, cunningly sneaking in through the gate, settling down by a small bench on the side of the long path adjacent to it. He wraps his arm around my back, letting us both relax for a bit.

"This was fun" He laughed, grinning as the dishevelled tendrils of his hair blew freely in the wind; I could feel myself slowly drifting away to sleep, even if I implored my brain not to do so it was inevitable.

I pick up my phone and dial Wilbur's number. He was quick to pick up, which took me by surprise.

"Is everything alright?"

His tired voice escaped the phone speakers.

"Fuck, I'm sorry to bother you, Wilbur. It's just-"

Wilbur sighed. I felt bad for calling him up especially after he came back home not so long ago from what once was the hospital, treating everyone who had gotten injured. We had seen each other there but he was too busy to come talk to me.

"It's going to be okay, George." He spoke warmly.

"Say, would you want to come over to unwind a little?"

I didn't mind the offer, and to be honest I probably needed it a lot.

"But you're exhausted?"

Will chuckles tiredly.

"That's alright. I can deal with it."

After I hung up, I made my way off to his place. It was a fairly nice house, painted in a soft sage green. I knock a few times before a familiar face opened the door.

"HELLO GOGY."

An adolescent boy, crystal indicolite-like eyes that complimented his blonde hair.

Tommy had grown slightly taller the last time I saw him. I didn't expect him to be at Will's at this time period; He's usually back at his own home with Phil and Kristin, knowing that he's definitely a bit too young to move out like his other brothers.

"GEORGE!! HELLO!!" A slightly shorter boy peeps out through the doorframe. His chocolate brown hair ruffled against Tommy's arm, trying to get a better view.

Tommy, and Toby were at Wilbur's house.
"Ah, George! Come in, come in." Wilbur finally appears from inside the living room. He had dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep, and his hair was funnily parted in the middle. I'm assuming that he really doesn't care about how it is when he's at home, so I let it pass by.

"GOGY! GOGY!" The duo chanted enthusiastically as I stepped foot on the hardwood floor.

"Boys, don't be too loud. I'm pretty sure George has had a rough day." Maxine calls out from behind. The two ran off upstairs to create their own separate chaos.

I enter the lounge and gently sit down on one of the armchairs.

"So, you already know why I'm here." I sigh with an empty stare at the floor.

Wilbur sits comfortably next to his wife;
"Indeed, yes. You can stay here for a little bit before nightfall. I know you have pets at home, correct?"

"y-yeah." I reply, fidgeting with my fingers.
The liveliness was settled after a few minutes. I couldn't tell if Tommy was praising or complaining about Wilbur being married, as he'd been talking all about Phil's wife before Will had gotten into a relationship.

As for Tubbo, he had apparently rummaged through the small closet of musical instruments; Being the cause of the continuous strumming of the ukulele coming from up the stairs.

I didn't really know what else to do. I was short on things to say. I just couldn't think properly. Knowing he's in distress is the only thing I've come to be hyper fixated about. It's been bugging me ever since the disaster took place.

Walking up to the guest room, I set a few alarms for what time I'd be going back before sleeping.

Maybe I'll see him in my dreams.
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