paint splattered scars || dnf

Fever Dream

Omg a new chapter :0 lost all my motivation to live there for a bit lmfao. Anyways...

TW: mentions of/implied abuse, mention of panic attacks, implied self harm (barely), Sapnap being a jerk but not exactly... bullying?
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When George awoke, it was probably around noon, he couldn't really tell. What he could tell, however, was that Dream was nowhere to be found.

"Dream?" George called softly, wincing at the bright light shining through the curtains. "Dream?" There was still no response. "Fuck..." George mumbled, climbing out of the bed. It was unreasonably warm in the room, so he pulled off his hoodie. He stared at his arms for a moment, remembering his conversation with Dream earlier that morning.

George stumbled towards the door, but before he could pull it open, he noticed noises from outside it. Maybe it was just Dream talking to himself... But it sounded like two different voices having a conversation, and an angry one at that. There was no yelling, but there was a harshness in the words George had learned to identify.

Slowly, George leaned his head against the door, trying to catch bits of the conversation.

"You can't... up... 'ay?"

"... not! It's not..."

This is ridiculous. I can't hear anything... George thought. Slowly, he grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open just a bit. He still couldn't see whoever was talking, but the voices were a bit clearer.

"—been through hell and back."

"I know. I get that, I guess."

"I don't think you do," Dream's voice said harshly.

"Oh, fuck you. I get it more than you could understand, Clay."

"What does that even mean?"

"You can pick up on every little thing going on with George Davidson but can't put two and two together when it comes to your best friend."

What the hell? Why're they talking about me...

"Then talk to me! Explain!"

"It isn't that simple!" the other voice yelled. The anger in it... George recognized it. He should've realized sooner. It was Sapnap.

George felt his eyes widen and more questions flurried around his head. He gripped the door handle, pulling the door back closed. I'll just wait until he leaves... He thought, moving back to the bed. He realized after the long midday nap, he was incredibly thirsty. Dream must've left a glass of water on the table next to the bed.

He picked up the glass, and took a long drink of the water. Suddenly, small prickles of red, green, and blue spotted his vision. A wave of nausea washed over him. "Fuck..." He tried to put the water down, but missed the table. The glass cup shattered on the ground.

"What was that?!" Sapnap yelled from the living room.

Shit— George gathered the glass in his hands, shoving it under the vanity quickly.

Sapnap swung the door open to find George standing in the middle of the bedroom, staring back at him. "What the fuck? You're here?!"

Dream entered the room right behind Sapnap. "George are you—"

"What the fuck are you doing in Dream's room?!" Sapnap spun around to face Dream.

Dream's room? This was a guest room, though. Sapnap must be-

"I told you he's been staying here—"