The Sailor And His Siren

Elimination Tactics

(sorry it's a short one, making up for not posting last month.)

"Hey guys, I'm back!" George said to the both of them. Dream and Wilbur turned to look at George and greeted him. He sat down in between Wilbur and Dream and watched them just chatting, not really interested in the conversation, he was waiting for them both to eat enough berries, to make them weaker, that way he would be able to complete his plan of eliminating Wilbur.

Wilbur took bait and took some berries first. The taste was supposed sweet in his mouth, well that's how Wilbur described them at least. Dream and Wilbur ate so many berried, George was surprised it didn't work faster. It took a couple of hours, but George did start to see that both Wilbur and Dream were becoming slower and slower, in their thoughts and movements. George would describe that they looked like they were drunk perhaps. He still needed Wilbur alone though somehow, which was hard because the two boys were currently holding each other and singing old songs.

"Wow, you guys are really good" George said sarcastically to them. They laughed and continued. "George! You should join us" Dream looked over and said smiling. He was jumbling the words together, slurring a lot. The blond let go of Wilbur who was in his own little world and came closer to George.

"You are really pretty." Whispered Dream, looking at him in awe. George looked away, not sure how to respond. Dream was intoxicated form the berries, but yet George still felt... flustered perhaps? "George this isn't the real Dream" he thought, trying to take the feelings away, when Dreams hand crept up to George's thigh. "I want to kiss you really bad." Dream came closer, and George shook his head. He didn't know if the toxins could be transferred from other people, so he didn't want to take that chance. He just gently pushed the boy away from him. "Dream no. You aren't thinking straight." The boy giggled, looking up at George. His eyes sleepy. "I'm not straight so it's fine"

George pinches his nose and sighs. There was no getting rid of this guy any time soon, so he had to keep him busy somehow. Maybe he could make Dream sleep or something, that could potentially work. He looked over at Wilbur who was staring at the fire. He seemed relaxed and focused on his own things.

"How about we just sit here and....." George thought for a moment. "Cuddle! How about we two sit here and cuddle. I can play with your hair." he suggested to Dream who agreed happily placing his head in George lap. George got comfortable and started gently stoking his hair, playing with it. This got Dream to calm down fast. He didn't seem like an annoying child anymore, now he was just, a worn-out man. "Thank you, George." he mumbled and closed his eyes. It took a while before Dream actually managed to fall asleep, but when he did, George slowly put his head on the grass and stood up. The first part was done, now back to Wilbur.

Wilbur was still sitting beside the fire and when he noticed George he smiled. At this state he didn't have any resentment against George, or any regrets. Wilbur was just, calm and probably out of it anyway. George sat down next to him, looking at the fire before Wilbur broke the silence between them.

"Do you think we will ever make it back... home?" the boy looked at George, his eyes were glossy. It was clear Wilbur was sad, probably thinking about it for a while. As much as George hated Wilbur, he couldn't seem to tell him that he wouldn't.
George touched the blade he had in his pocket before he answered, lying. "Yeah, I'm sure you will Wilbur." smiling but all there was too George was apathy, nothing more. Wilbur didn't seem to notice George's expression or tone of voice.

Wilbur put his hands out, inviting for a hug. George gladly took it and the two men sat there, holding each other. Feeling the blade in his pocked, George sighed and whispered softly: "I'm sorry Wilbur..." before stabbing him in the back, quite literally. And soon enough, Wilbur had become just another lifeless body ready to disintegrate.

George quickly looked back, and Dream was sound asleep, so he picked up the body, walking into the forest. He had to find a good hiding spot so that Dream wouldn't find Wilbur. Mistakes shall not be repeated...