Dreamnotfound One Shots

Soulmate

The only thing that connects people is a small red string.  That is what was told to Dream when he was 10 years old. 

On his 10th birthday, he woke up normally, got ready for the day, and walked downstairs to his mother and father.  Going to grab a plate, Clay reached his right hand up. There, sitting nicely tied on his pinkie was a small red string. It snaked around the kitchen, out the front door, and off somewhere in the world.

"Mommy?" He questioned, taking a good long look at that one red string.  "Why do I have a red string on my hand?"

Clay remembers his mother sitting him down at the kitchen table, smiling softly and doing her best to explain the string.  Again, he was only 10 and this was a foreign concept.  A person knowing they have a soulmate? What does that mean?

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"DREAM! LEAVE ME ALONE!"  There was a shout from behind a computer screen as a smaller boy ran his character through the greenery.  It was about mid-day, the sun shining its golden rays among the prairie. Cows mooed off in the distance, sheep bleated and returned to eating their grass.  Flowers of all kinds- blue, red, yellow, green- swayed in the light breeze.

A short laugh burst out of Dream's mouth as he quickly block-placed underneath to grab a few meters on George.

George. The name of a good friend and someone who lived an ocean away. The name of someone who was kind and energetic. Always a pleasure to be around. Someone who made Clay's heart do backflips and mind go blank. 

"Dream come on! Let me get blocks! I need to go to the Nether!"

"Letting you go would be too easy!"  A short wheeze burst its way out of Dream's mouth and a smile snaked its way along his freckled face.  His fingers ever so lightly let go of his keyboard, allowing George just a small window of time to run further away.

"Hahah! I'm getting away, Dream! I'm getting far away from you...!"

"Oh come on, you would really leave me behind George? Guess I'm just not that important to you," Dream mentioned playfully. 

George's fingers faltered on his keyboard and his character stopped running and came to stop. It stood still for a second longer before grabbing some bread, eating it, and continuing on. From behind the screen, the Brit was no longer focused on the game. His face had become a bright red, heat radiating from his cheeks.

"O-Oh come on now, D-Dream. You know that isn't t-true," George scrambled out. He felt tongue-tied. "I c-care about you! Look, I'll even let you catch up to me-"

Before George could get anything else out, Dream's character had jumped on top of George's. "OH GEORGE! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE RUN FROM ME!"

George shrieked and frantically spammed his mouse to knock Dream away from his character. "AHHH DREAM NO LET ME GO!" He quickly grabbed 35 oak planks from his inventory and began block-running along the prairie the two stumbled into.

"Oh George! You can't get away from me this time! I've come prepared!" Dream's grin widened as the speedrunner caught up to his best friend and in a few hits, George's things were left floating on the ground.

"ARGH NO!" George slammed his hands down on his desk out of frustration and leaned back in his swivel chair.  "How come every single time I get so close, I somehow fail?"

Dream cackled from behind the microphone. "You just have to practice. You have to just... get better."

"That's no help, you know."

"I know."

The two settled into a brief silence. The only thing heard was the click-clacking of keys and Dream's soft breathing. 

George looked down to notice the small red string attached to his pinkie finger, move and tense up. An audible groan was heard and it was assumed Dream was stretching.

Wait. Stretching? George looked back down to his hand as the string slacked and Dream slammed his hands down on the desk.

"So, I've got an idea for an upcoming video. I was thinking we get Sapnap and Bad in on this, too. I'll probably code up the idea tomorrow, but we'll need swords...."

Dream's words faded into the background as George was hit hard with realization. The way the string tensed up and slacked as Dream moved couldn't have been a coincidence. Not when it was so.. together with the movements.

"...orge... George... GEORGE!"

The Brit slammed his knees against the desk. "What?" An audible sigh was heard from Dream's end. "I asked you if that sounded like a good idea or do I need to take you through the idea all over again?"

George's heart sunk lower and lower into his chest, face becoming red with realization.  "N-No, I'm good. Listen, I have to get off, okay? I'll be back on tomorrow.. maybe. I have to do a few things."

Clay opened Discord and clicked on George's profile. "Alright, I'll talk to you later then, I guess? Don't do anything stupid you dork."

As soon as Dream said that, George fumbled with his mic and his words. "S-Sure, I'll s-see you t-tomorrow-" 

And with a click, he hung up, leaning back in his chair, heart beating like nothing else before.

George knew that feeling all too well. It's only happened once before. Well, it's not something to worry about right now. Maybe tomorrow, right?

A/N

HELLO THERE! It's been a while! How are you all doing? Let me know below!

I hope you enjoyed this small story which has taken me a while to get out because of school, so I'm sorry about that! Next story will be some DNF on the SMP- Prison Dream anyone?

As always, love you all for reading and have an awesome rest of your day!

-Gogy-