Smiling Ghosts

10

[~~)George(~~]

I woke up early that morning, deciding to go find Sapnap. Quietly, I got dressed, and snuck downstairs. I grabbed my keys and shut the door. Being secretly happy that Dream couldn't leave the house.

Sighing contently, I put my key in the ignition and the car roared to life. The vibration through the engine flowed through my body. I threw the car into reverse.

I rolled all my windows down and blared the radio. The humid breeze of the late afternoon blew against my face, running along with my hair.

My eyes watched road signs and cross signs closely, to make sure I didn't skip Kinoko street. Just then, I decided to call Quackity.

I rolled up my windows and turned off my radio. I hit the call button and put him on speaker. "Ello Quackity!"

"Hey Gogy! I'm just chilling. Not streaming. What's up?"

"Uh, so you know your ex."

"Yeah.. what about him?"

"He went to war, right?"

He sighed, "Yes George. Just get to the point."

"Okay, okay. Was his name by chance,  Wilbur Soot?"

Silence.

"Why? Why is this so important to you George?"

"I know him."

"Dude, stop, this isn't funny."

"I'm not kidding! He lives in the same town as me. He always has this poker chip on him."

Screaming silence.

"Can you say hi for me?"

I nodded with a smile, "Of course Q."

We chatted for a little, changing the topic. I drove to another 4 way, and saw an old sign, 'KINOKO STREET. ' I bid my friend a quick goodbye and hung up.

There were ruins of buildings as you drove down the road. I drove slowly to look at the barren landscape. Shattered glass littered across fields of waste.

This had caused my heart to ache, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink in all this loss. Strangely, there was an old house that was still up. It looked lived in. I stopped my car and pulled up to the house.

The poor yard was filled with dead plants and garbage. I walked up the front steps and stood upon the porch. I pressed my hand against the damp wood.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock. 

The door opened and stood there, was a man with short brown hair. "Are you Sapnap?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes. What do you want?"

"I don't know exactly."

He groaned and went to close his door. I stopped it with my foot, "I know your friend, Dream. I know what happens in my basement at five pm. I know about your past."

His face went pale, "Who are you?"

"George. George Davidson."

He pulled me into his house swiftly, "I had a feeling you'd come soon." He stated. He gave me a cup of warm tea, "Dream seems to be obsessed with you."

My face went red as his unmoving gaze never left my eyes. "I was, uh, talking to my friend. Wilbur Soot."

Sapnap chuckled while taking a sip of his own tea, "I had a feeling he'll tell someone about me sooner or later."

I looked at him curiously, "So you know him well?"

Sapnap only shrugged, "When he was young, he'd always come by and spend time with me. Then, he went off to war. He grew up. His boyfriend had died, so he begged me to bring him back."

My eyes widened, "Really? What did he have to pay back?"

"His relationship. Quackity needed to move on for the better of him. You see, I created Sally for him. I gave him a soulmate."

I nodded, "Oh..."

"How is Quackity by the way?"

"He's... he's well."

"That's good. Now, about Dream. I'm guessing you want to be with him?"

I smiled to myself, "Yeah."

Sapnap laid his hand on my shoulder, "I can do that for you. But, he will have to agree to lose his immorality. And only he can be your lover. You both would be incapable of loving someone else."

I sat there for a moment, "Okay. I-I'll ask him."

Sapnap nodded, "But his immorality will have to go to someone else. Immorality is energy, and you cannot destroy energy. So you will have to find someone to bestow this power upon. But you have to have their consent."

This is going to be a lot more complicated than I thought. "I'll see what I can do. Thank you Sapnap."

He smiled and nodded, "You're welcome. And George, I wish you luck."

I waved a curt goodbye and headed over to the front door. Getting into my car. Who would even want immorality?