It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

14. Realization.

"So, uh, why are you afraid of the water?" Dream asked as he pulled his lime green hoodie over his head, trying to strike up a conversation.

Ever since the previous event, George had been quiet and he seemed to doze off oftenly, leaving the blonde to only guess that he was still in shock.

George, who had been fiddling around with some pebbles he found at the far corner of the cave, looked up at the blonde, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The brunette hesitated for a moment before he shook his head and said, "I almost drowned as a kid."

"Oh?" The blonde cocked an eyebrow under his mask, urging the hunter to continue as he sat down a few inches away from him.

"Mhm, I remember it like if it were yesterday. It was my birthday and my mom took me to the local pool. I was in the water by myself when three boys came up to me. They teased me for a second until one of the boys pushed me under the water. Thankfully, someone saw them- that someone is my first ever friend. His name is Tommy," George continued, a small smile lacing his lips at the remembrance of the other brunette.

The blonde nodded slowly, taking in the information. "I see," he said. "Do you remember what they look like?" Dream asked out of pure curiosity.

The brunette scoffed. "Remember what they look like? I've bled with them. Well, atleast two out of the three. I didn't know them back then when I was younger, but we came face to face again when I took up the King's offer. Coincidently, they also got a Royal Offer from the king. Their names are Sapnap and Quackity and we're all actually pretty good friends now."

"Oh, well, what about the third one?" The green eyed boy asked, leaning his head to the left with a confused, cocked eyebrow. The brunette's story sounded oddly familiar to the taller, giving him a strange sense of deja vu, but at the moment, he didn't know or understand why.

It was like the memory of the brunette's past was part of blonde's past. It was like a vision that was buried deep in Dream's reminiscence, begging to be rediscovered, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

"He had a sand colored type of hair, deep dark, green eyes and he had a decent amount of freckles," George started, trying to recall the details. "He also had a long scar starting from his right eyebrow that marked all the way down to the right side of his cheek, almost fading into the crease of his neck."

"Oh! And he also had another scar by his lip, it looked like a lopsided 'x', but my memory is all foggy. I only remember what happened that day, not the fine details as such," The brunette blurted out before the other could say anything.

This, surprisingly, caused the blonde's eyes to widen slightly out of mere confusion and shock. Though George didn't know what he looked like, presently, he gave a perfect description of Dream's features, even the small details such as the scars.

You see, Dream was a very troublesome kid, and as much as he hates to admit it, he still remains that way til this very second. Despite his history of being a criminal and what not, he always got into conflicts and he always got into fights, reciving bruises and permanent cuts such as the scars George had unknowingly pointed out.

The blonde's breath hitched as a memory from years ago bubbled up, coming back alive and existing once more in his brain after a few seconds of silence.

However, George seemed to notice the shift of demeanor from the taller, and so, he questioned, "Hey, are you okay?" concern lacing his pretty, British accent.

Dream ignored the worry that radiated off the hunter as he didn't answer the question he asked. Instead, he responded with a question of his own. "What pool?" he asked, his voice slightly high pitched as George picked up on the uncertainty behind his stern tone.