glimpse || DNF

𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD! sorry these ap weeks have had me by the throat 😭

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Dream didn't think about how people would react when faced with their last few hours to live. He supposed he would have believed that they would all see the best in themselves and in others. Perhaps they would repent for their sins at the last minute to whatever higher power they believed in. Beg for forgiveness. Maybe reach out to loved ones they had taken for granted.

He was an idiot.

People didn't seem interested in finding solace in their impending doom. Instead, most seemed to be trying to get drunk off of anything they could get their hands on.

They had started their tortuous journey back to the car. Without hope fueling their steps, there was little they could do to keep their spirits high. Sapnap and Karl had gone ahead of them, the taller man struggling to hold the pieces of his bubbly facade together.

He was glad Sapnap was there to comfort him.

George, on the other hand, was showing his first signs of genuine dread. There was no more denial that kept the tears from his eyes. But he understood that if he tried to talk, he'd likely get no response, so Dream shut his trap and held the brunette's hand.

They got back quicker than they anticipated. Dream melted at the sight of Patches, who was sitting up on the sunroof with an aura of poised calm. She stood up when they came into view, jumping down to greet them. Of course, she ran straight to George, who smiled blearily, picking her up into his arms.

The gentle purr seemed to stir his emotions, pearly tears pushed back once more as he stroked her soft fur.

"Remember when you were afraid she wouldn't like you?" Dream mumbles, watching the two of them.

George peers into the aureate eyes staring so fondly at him. "I think she can sense the circumstances." He replies.

They're startled when Sapnap and Karl come out, arms full of decorated glass bottles. Upon closer inspection, Dream realized it was all the most expensive liquor in their cabinet, only to be used for special occasions. He flinches as the bottles clatter to the cracked asphalt below.

"Someone had to think of the worst case scenario." Sapnap says, shrugging at his best friend's quizzical glance. Karl reaches down for some tequila, popping the wooden stopper open before taking a huge swig. He passes it to Sapnap who gulps some down before handing it to George.

George laughs. "What the hell?" He scrunches his nose as he knocks it back.

Dream watches in horror as the brunette's fair complexion flushes with each second that passes. He shoots his hand forward, taking the bottle out of the other's hand, breathless as George only sends him an unbothered giggle.

"Go on." George smiles, looking at the amber liquid in the crystal bottle clutched tightly in Dream's hand like he wanted more. "It's not like we need a designated driver."

Dream swallows that excuse. That's true. He looks up at the heavens, trying not to stare at the huge entity hurtling towards them. Like he said, what the hell? He takes the bottle and tilts it up, eyes watering as he gulps it down, gagging at the taste.

"Dream!" George chuckles, yanking the bottle away, spilling it along the front of his shirt. Dream groans, clutching his head with a regretful sigh.

"My head hurts and I smell like tequila." Dream complains.

"The perfect way to die." Karl supplies helpfully, climbing into Sapnap's lap as they all sit in a circle. "You want some tequila sweetheart?"

Patches looks at him judgingly, retreating back to Dream's side. Her owner glares at the grey-eyed man, shielding the cat from view. "Quit corrupting her." He murmurs. "And don't give her fucking alcohol."