𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖 // 𝕒 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔

1•𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚔𝚎•1

~Wilbur's POV:

A weird sensation ran through my back. A feeling as if I'm being watched. Is Tommy here? Or Tubbo? Surely someone is in the Dream SMP.

I've never actually realized how long I've stayed here. It's been quite a hassle but the place has really been through a lot. With the 'war' and all. Not gonna lie the war is pretty fun to watch be made into this whole thing. Our fans seem to really like it.

I bounce back to reality to see Dream, the lovely green man himself, standing in front of me. His mask smiling like a sociopath.

Now, it's a proven fact no one has seen Dream's face. And we all respect that, but something bothers me when  I see him now. When we were playing the 'war', his mask slipped a bit to reveal his Emerald like eyes glistening in focus. Although, he didn't look to bothered with it when he saw it was showing.

'Strange'
~No One's POV:

"Oh, hello Dream" Wilbur said in his British tone. Dream looked? at him. As he stood there, Wilbur grew uncomfortable.

'Did he do something wrong?'

'Is this about what happened to his mask?'

"HEY! How are ya' Willy?"

Wilbur jumped in surprise. He looked back down at the shorter male in confusion. "Um, good...You?"

Dream's shoulders stiffened for a moment before they slouched again.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just, remember when we are like, fighting? You know when my mask? Do- Do you think anyone saw?"

Wilbur's expression softened. He knew Dream was insecure with his face, and it broke his heart. He put a reassuring hand on Dream's shoulder.

"It's alright Dream, I don't think so at least. I'm really the only one who was watching," Wilbur laughed.

Dream looked back with curiosity. 'Why was Wilbur the only who noticed?'

Both the men stood there. Just staring, before they bursted out laughing.

It's always like this. They're not the best of friends but they get along pretty well.

It's just friendship.

Nothing else.

Right?

~Time Skip to a few days later~

Dream walked the path near Tommy's enterprise. He smiled, he knew they were all good friends and wouldn't dare actually hurt each other. It's just fun.

He continued walking til he passed by a building he never realized was there. A bakery? 'Oh! George said he was gonna make this!'

He walked inside and looked around the smooth stone blocks and wooden slabs mix well with the white interior. It was nicely built.

He went to the chest and grabbed a cake, he didn't feel like trolling today. The cake slid its way into his inventory. He walked near the window seat, watching as Tommy continues to work in his house and talk with Tubbo. He was happy they're happy. Such a nice, peaceful day in the Dream SMP.

As he nomed on his cake, he heard the door open. 'George?' He thought.

Wilbur walked in, seemingly passing by him without noticing.

"Interesting, I've never seen this place here before?" He thought out loud. His eyes scanning the foreign walls. Dream had a weird feeling run up his spine.

He felt red and decided to look away and eat his cake.

Why was he red?

"I think like, George built it, cause he-he said that he wanted to," He spoke up.

Wilbur swiftly turned back. His eyes locking with Dream's dots that set on his mask.

Wilbur saw his cake, and went to sit down. "Oh okay so hey! How's things?" He asked, trying to clear the air.

"Hm, everything's fine. Want some cake?" He pointed at the half eaten pastry. Wilbur looked down and decided, why not. He took a bite and 'hmm'ed' with delight.

"Cake's good! What'd you think Dream?" He looked back at the green boi.

Dream stuttered a response "u-uh, yeah. It's g-good"

'What the hecc just happened?'