Error404

|Others Like Me|

This chapter is so long that it needs to be in two parts so, part one I guess?

I didn't know what to put as the photo so there's a weird Gogy clip :]

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My head is still foggy from the trauma and exhaustion combined, but not foggy enough to tell my body to sit up as fast as possible and get rid of the blue bubble.

The tall blonde stares down at me with big yellow (green) eyes, shimmering brightly from the moonlight and the reflections from the water. I blink around before standing up, stumbling a bit before falling forward into the man.

The man catches me by the hood of my hoodie and stands me back up. "You alright there?"

I nod and he steps back a bit and I can fully see him without the obstruction of a big rock and blue light. He's really tall, probably around 6 feet, very tall compared to me. He has wavy, dirty blonde hair with freckles littering his nose and cheeks that are noticeable, even in the darkness. His bright green eyes sparkle as they stare into my own brown ones.

"Me and a bunch of my friends live in a house together, everyone is a mid, in the only Error." The tall man speaks up. I nod as I struggle to take in what he's saying. I feel my already unsteady breathing hitch as he shifts his weight onto his other foot and awkwardly brings a hand up to his neck.

"I-" I try to speak but stop as my eyes catch a glance at the dried blood on my hands.

"It's quite a lot to take in, I know," he softens his voice, trying to calm me. "Would you like to come with me and meet them?" he reaches one of his big hands out toward me and I just stare at it. He wiggles his fingers a bit and I giggle, finally breaking through the fogginess of my mind. I grab his hand and walk forward, my eyes adjusting to the new darkness as my blue light disappears. He puts a protective arm around me and helps me stumble through the wet sand and to his car.

"Alright..." he lets go of me a bit as we reach the blacktop of the parking lot and I'm somewhat able to stand on my own.

"Are you good to walk? My car is right over there." I nod and follow behind him as we approach his car.

He opens the passenger door for me and allows me to get in, immediately shutting the door and jogging around to his side of the car. As he awkwardly fits himself into the tiny car, he reaches into the back seat and grabs a deep green hoodie, throwing it my way. I look at the hoodie in my lap then look at him in confusion. He smiles at me and shakes his head. "Put it on," he says as he motions to me and giggles.

I awkwardly look away and pull off the wet, sandy, blue hoodie I had previously taken from a clothing donation box. My stomach is stained with blood and sand. I stare at my body before looking up at the tall man with tears in my eyes, finally realizing what had happened. He doesn't see me, though, as he's awkwardly looking anywhere but my shirtless body. I sigh and slip the hoodie on, taking a deep breath and leaning up against the window.

The man begins driving, humming lowly to the music playing on the radio.

"What's your name?" He takes a left turn down a somewhat secluded road.

"George," I mumble.

He nods his head. "I'm Dream."

We sit in silence for a moment, the only sound being the mumbles of the radio. "Where did you come from?" he asks, briefly looking over at me then back to the road.

"I lived in The Dome with my family and the higher up's," I explain. He nods.

"My mom knew I was an error when I was born but protected me. The higher up's found out and I ran." I shrug away the shivers.