Dream Team Oneshots

Ghost

This is a request from @Bloody_Blessings they said "OOOOOO! I have a good request! So, George moves into his family's old house, right? The house, which has been passed down to many generations in his family, has a bit of a... haunted feel to it. On George's first night in the house, he hears an instrument playing. He comes downstairs and sees a ghost(Dream). He freaks out, as expected and Dreams's just sitting there like: "You can see me?". I don't know I liked this idea-," Thank you for the idea, I like it!

Definitions that you will need to know for today's fan fiction. Haunted, generations, and ghosts. Brought to you by Wikipedia or random sites Siri gives me, because why not.

Haunted means something that I didn't check what it means, but haunt means(of a ghost) manifest itself at (a place) regularly. (of a person or animal) Frequent (a place). Be persistently in the mind of (someone). Be persistently and disturbingly present in (something). As a noun haunted means a place frequented by a specified person or group of people.

A generation is a level in a family tree; a new set of descendants. Wikipedia said so other stuff, but I am too lazy to check and I need more words.

A ghost is an apparition of a dead person which is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically as a nebulous image. Or a faint trace of something. Or faint secondary image produced by a fault in an optical system or on a cathode ray screen, e.g., by faulty television reception or internal reflection in a mirror or camera.

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(I have to go check the prompt because I forgot what it said, be right back). George's grandmother had just recently moved out of the country to travel around the world, so George got her house. The house had been passed down from generation to generation so the house meant a lot to his family and it was old. There was this cat though, it didn't belong to anybody (or did it, it does belong to someone), but it just lived around the house. It had a collar and its name was patches. George walked up the creaky staircase. George yawned, of course, the staircase didn't scare him. George didn't get scared that offend so he always made a joke about a scary thing, so he knew they wouldn't scare him or his family. George walks to his bedroom and lays down. There was this big ass (bad word) painting on the wall. It was from the eighteen hundreds, George could tell because it had a date on it. It was a man and his cat. It looked almost identical to the cat who lived around the house. The man had dirty blonde hair and he wore a hat on top of his head. He had the most beautiful eyes George had ever seen. They were an emerald green color with little specks of blue in them. He had a gorgeous smile, that showed all of his white teeth. He wore a soldier uniform thing (just look up soldier uniforms from eighteen twelve). It made him look even more handsome. George got and took the painting off the wall. George flipped the painting over. It read "Clay was a great man, he fought in the eighteen twelve war (The War of 1812 was a conflict fought between the United States and its allies, and the United Kingdom of Great Britain (wait a minute) and Ireland and its allies. It began when the United States declared war in June 1812 and ended in a stalemate when a peace treaty agreed to earlier was ratified by the United States in February 1815). He was only twenty-one when he was shot and killed during the war. He had no family member, left alive, but his cat. His cat's name was patches, once the war survivors came back to retrieve all of Clay's stuff, for his memorial. Patches would not let them get his stuff. Clay lives happily in heaven. But nobody knows where the cat went (take note)," "Aw, that is such a cute story, besides the part where he dies," George says to himself. George then puts the painting back in its designated place and he feels something wash over him (take note that something washed over him). George just shakes the feeling off and gets into bed.

Time skip to when it is the middle of the night and George wakes up to a strange piece of music playing downstairs. Time skip brought to you by my friend and I just vibing on a call together (hiya Miles). Time skip also brought to you by me listening to centuries my fall out boy. Dream is two hundred and eight in this one. He is two hundred twenty-nine.

George groans. "Why the hell is someone playing the piano at three in the morning?" George said to himself as he got out of bed and walked down the creaky stairs. "Hello?" George said as he walked into the room where the grand piano was. There sat the silhouette of a handsome man. It was the man in the photo. George snapped back in reality and began freaking out. There was a ghost right in front of him. "Ahh!" George let out an ear-piercing scream. "Holy shit (bad word) that was loud (Dream knows modern-day language)," Dream said as he covered his ears. (Just pretend Dream isn't translucent or see threw. And George can't walk through him). "What are you doing in my house?" George says with his hands on his hips. Dream laughed. "Your house? Hah, I have lived here since eighteen twelve," Dream said with a hearty chuckle. "And wait you can see me?" Dream said confusedly. "I can," George said with a confused smile. "Well, what do you think about my outfit? I know it a little outdated, but do you think it is cute?" Dream says as he got up from his place at the piano and spun around. "Yeah, I like the gold trim," George says running his hand over the trim. Dream chuckles. "Well, what's your name? Mine is Clay, but I go by Dream," Dream said with a smile (the same smile he had in the painting). George blushes a bit. "Well I am George, I live alone and I make Minecraft videos," George says as he shakes Dreams hand (it didn't go through him, because of the laws of physics). "Wait, what is Minecraft?" Dream asked confusedly. "Oh my, come on old man, you've got a lot to learn," George says as he takes Dreams hand.

George and Dream come best friends for life and death. George helps Dream get with the new trends and Dream tells George all about his war stories. In the end, I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry, it took so long. Have nice life mortals or ghosts, whatever you are, have a nice time.

Ya, that's about it. If anybody reads this, you request if you want. Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.