Summary of oneshot:
Dream is a ghost that can only appear when it rains. He then bumps into gogy and some weird shit starts happening.
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A/N : Hu~ Hu~, if you really like the extras, then vote for your favorite extra (discluding the fantasy extra) by voting the chapter that the extra is in, THEN the one with the most votes I'll think about turning into a story :3
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Hearing the pitter-patter of the rain on his umbrella George Davidson lightly sighed.
Keeping his school bag too the side so it wouldn't get wet he watched the cars to his other side stream by.
It always rained here for a peculiar reason.
George didn't mind It though. It was calming and helped him focus.
Looking at the strangers around him George smiled, everybody seemed so rushed. Like they could go anywhere if traffic lights started to break.
Looking up at the one that was stopping the people around him, he watched it carefully as it kept blinking red.
George lived a simple life in this strange city, and he wanted to keep it that way. Maybe he would finally ask the pretty florist out but that was all.
He liked that it always rained.
~~DREAM'S POV~~
Looking at the people who passed through him like nothing, he frowned.
Nobody ever noticed him since he became like this. It was strange.
Dream didn't like the rain too much, it caused so many people to be piled up in some places. More people to ignore him.
He didn't remember how long it had been since he had any social interaction. The animals weren't that social anyway.
Watching the clouded sky through his see-through umbrella, Dream sighed.
He hated how it always rained.
~~GEORGE"S POV~~
The boy stood still as he watched the light rainfall. Well, as still as George could, since he would slip every so often from the puddles.
Hearing the grumbling of the other people he decided to put on his earphones. George didn't like how they ruined the rain for him.
Watching the other side of the sidewalk he paused as he watched a certain strange individual.
They were a bit transparent but you could kinda make out their form and what color they were.
They looked pretty normal, but what made him stand out was a mask that had a smiley face on it.
It was a bit silly to George, but at the same time, it was cute.
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