Pandemonium | Dream SMP

80. You two would make a cute couple.

Before Fundy can say a word I turn away, giving him the cold shoulder, "you shouldn't be here."

Dream whistles, head switching between the two of us like he's watching some kind of soap opera.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Ares?" Fundy calls out, his voice edging on desperate tones.

"No. I'm not." I say, and it takes every inch of willpower not to turn and look at the fox. I know the expression he's making. I can hear it in his voice. "But I've not been given much of a choice, have I? It's always been my goal to protect Schlatt. And I intend to see it through even if it means going to war. I don't abandon those close to me."

The last remark had been unnecessary, I'll admit, and Fundy's choke has me almost regret it. But I need him to know that his betrayal has not gone unnoticed. That I'm disappointed in him. Someone I trusted.

But didn't I technically betray him first? A small voice questions in the back of my head and an image of my lips on Dream's flashes through my minds eye. Of fingers in hair and heated breaths.

My brows furrow as I realise that I don't have an excuse, either. Not that I ever tried to make one. Fundy on the other hand outright lied to me. Possibly used me. What I did to him wasn't right, but it was still better than lying to my face and making promises he never intended to keep. I still have yet to learn if our relationship was even real or not, or if he used me from the start.

"I'm sorry," the fox whispers, his words just catching my ears. "I didn't intend to hurt you. I planned to tell you the truth after I got Wilbur's backing. After the way Schlatt's been hurting you, I was sure that— I thought that you would help us for sure."

"Well I'm afraid you were wrong," I finally turn to face him, and my expression isn't happy, "and I thought that you of all people would realise that. After the time we spent together—" I bite my lip and shake my head, "No, it doesn't matter. You've chosen your side, and I won't be changing mine."

"Heh, it looks like we didn't know each other that well, after all," Fundy says sadly, rubbing at his head.

"It seems like it..." I agree, but my annoyance has ebbed, replaced with that stinging guilt again. Now I just feel uncomfortable and hope for the conversation to end.

Fundy has apparently said all he wanted to say, or maybe he's simply heard enough. He gives us both a small nod then turns and weaves back between the trees.

"Well that was quite a show," Dream muses, fingers still flitting along his axe.

"You have no shame, do you?" I scowl.

Dream takes a step back and quickly raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, hey. Relax. I was joking. Joking."

"Let's just get on with finding George." I say and begin to walk.

George is easy to find, and even easier to convince to help. He'd been napping in one of the White House lounges, and Dream oh so gently roused his friend with sweet whispers. If I wasn't dating Dream then I'd think these two had something more going on.

"You two would make a cute couple," I comment off-handedly as we leave the colourblind boy to return to his sleep.

"You're an idiot. We're just friends. And anyway, I've already got you, haven't I?"

"Mm, just saying. I'd be open to a third addition if you really wanted him."

Dream chokes, his hand thumping his chest as he tries to regain his breath. He's caught between intense coughing and nervous laughing, which simply grows when I don't say sike.