A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty: Dream?

It wasn't till he finally got out of his chair did George realise how cramped his back was and how basically his entire body was aching.

After having to deal with the stress of both Tommy and Dream it was nice to finally get up and walk around a bit, stretching his limps that really could do with more exercise.

Speaking of Dream, George finally processed the lack of his presence, looking at the empty chair to see he was no longer around.

They really had to come up with a better cover story because blatantly saying 'he's a demon I summoned' would get him locked up in a mental asylum. But it's not like he could just say they were living together because that would be totally out of the blue, random and with the added fact that most of his friends knew he lived in a one bed apartment, extremely questionable.

"Dream I'm done streaming." He shouted down the corridor as he picked up his phone from where it had been charging beside his computer before proceeding to walk into the living area.

Dream was... nowhere...

"Dream?" He called out again in confusion, walking around the room. "You in here Dream?" George asked giving a tentative knock on the bathroom door before finding it also unlocked and empty.

Where the hell could he be?

"Dreaaaaaaaaam?" He shouted once more to be met by nothing but silence.

Dream wouldn't have left him would he? He could just be on a walk. He often went on walks. But then he always told George when he went on one, or at least left a note or someone.

Grabbing his phone out of his hoodie pocket— Dreams hoodie pocket, he pulled up Dreams contact ans typed a message.

George: Dream where r u?
George: I finished the stream

No reply

George: ???
George: Dream?

He'd never realised how quiet the apartment was till he sat down on the sofa, chewing the corner of his nail and glancing around.

There was no sporadic laughter, no arguments over taking up the sofa or what to watch on the TV.

Just silence.

"He's probably just on a walk." George muttered to himself, glancing out the window, for some reason feeling anxious.

Five minutes later and he was still sat on the sofa, staring out blankly with no response from Dream.

Realising the idiot had probably just forgot to charge his phone George decided he should stop fretting over it and do something productive.

Something productive liiiiiike... like rewatching the stream.

Deciding he'd rather not have to sit back down on his chair the male instead lay down on the sofa and loaded twitch onto his phone before searching up Tommy's username and clicking on his stream from last night and sure enough, around an hour in Tommy announced he would call George and low and behold Dream picked up instead.

George couldn't help but laugh at the look of pure confusion on Tommy's face at the American voice that replied, looking dumbfoundedly between his phone ans his computer before hanging up.

"Tommy why the hell did you hang up?" Wilbur asked, nearly as confused as Tommy but for many different reasons.

"Well..." Tommy paused, glancing at his face cam embarrassed. "I may have accidentally rang the wrong number."

The child looked down at his phone as of to double check the contact he'd clicked on.

"You absolute Idiot how did you do that?" Wilbur sighed, sounding like an annoying Parent who's child has just done something stupid.