༆𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦~ WɪʟʙᴜʀNᴏᴛFᴏᴜɴᴅ༆

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟: 𝐿𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦

Step after step the pair eventually reached the castle; Dream keeping his guard up as they entered further into the grounds of the SMP. Oddly enough, George felt extremely out of place; entering these grounds felt like he was walking into a whole new realm. The castle loomed above them in an ominous energy. It'd been weeks, nearly a month at most since he'd even set his gaze upon the large structure.

Dream had his shield bared when they walked through the arch way of the entrance, following through into the throne room where George recognised the stationary throne; untouched and patiently awaiting for it's ruler to occupy it.

Callahan was situated beside it, seemingly prepared for George's arrival for he stood up from leaning against the wall; that usual kind smile making it's way to his face. He waved to George in a friendly manner, approaching the pair.

"Good day, Callahan," the masked blonde greeted the silent male who dipped his head politely. Dream looked to George, the brunette glancing to the taller beside him. At that moment, his friend pulled out his communicator from his hoodie's pocket; Callahan private messaging the blonde:

𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑛: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎?

Dream showed the Brit the message, it dawning on George the fact that he'd left his communicator back in his mushroom home; he hadn't used it since the day he built the house with the mute reindeer...

Since the day Wilbur had passed...

The brunette shivered that intrusive thought off, looking to Callahan anxiously, unable to return the sweet smile he was given.

"Uh... I'm..." George pondered on how he could appropriately answer the male in front of him, "decent..." to his relief, Callahan's smile grew bigger in a supportive energy; gesturing for the Brit to follow him when he began motioned towards a staircase nearby to the throne. Dream encouraged the shorter male, arm returning around George as the two began doing as Callahan silently requested.

Going up stairs felt like a climb up a mountain for George; his fatigued body weakly struggling to not collapse, ribs aching as he heaved himself up. Dream's secure arm was a help and would probably catch him if he were to just crumple down; yet, it was still painful and daunting. To his weary surprise, the Brit reached the next level of the castle without just basically dying. He tried to keep his heavy breathing subtle, not wanting to make the fact he was catching his breath from that simple task visible.

"You alright...?" Dream murmured to him, noticing the struggle in the smaller's demeanor. George simply nodded, continuing to follow Callahan down a bit of a hall way; leading to a door.

The reindeer male opened it, revealing a bedroom of sorts; a large bed with a red blanket accessorising it in the middle of the room, an average window above it. There were chests to the right side of the room against the wall, a desk on the left wall with a rather large window above it and a barrel to the side of the desk. A mushroom sat in a small pot upon the wooden platform, thriving with it's red hue and white spots. It seemed to be purposely placed there. Lastly, there was a bookcase next to the bed.

It looked pretty comfy, but George knew without a doubt his mushroom home was comfier and felt safer than this extravagant place.

Callahan went over and neatened the bed up slightly, not that it really needed to be, before taking out his communicator and sending a message through to Dream:

𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑛: 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝? :)

Once again, Dream showed the brunette the message. George processed it for a moment, looking around the room for a second time, before reluctantly nodding; he didn't want to offend anyone. Once again Callahan smiled warmly at him, and once again George couldn't bring himself to do the same; simply faking a glance around the room again. Why was this so damn difficult?