Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

I'll Dream of It

George made it back to the main ball room before he was missed. He slipped back through the side-door, making sure it latched shut behind him. Did he really just allow that to happen? He just let his enemy escape with no consequences. He shook the negative feelings away. George was at the gala to protect the queen, and as far as he could tell, she wasn't in immediate danger. Not yet anyways. 

He had half a mind to turn-tail and leave the gala permanently, returning to this quarters for the rest of the night, where he could read a book and cuddle Dog until he fell asleep. At least when he was in the ball room, the loud sounds muffled the raging storm outside. He couldn't help but be thankful for Clay, teaching him the seconds-to-miles trick. 

Warm blush painted his face as he remembered his encounter with Clay in the library. He was so sweet and comforting. And even when the two were dancing together, Clay was so confident. George drew his fingers up to his lips, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush against them. Closing his eyes, the loud sounds seemed to vanish around him as he thought about Clay. 

"Hey Gogy, where have you been?" Sapnap asked as he approached him.

George shot open his eyes and he looked at Sapnap with a forced smile. "Oh uh, I've been here! Wondering around. Y'know... mingling!" His voice cracked, revealing his lie. 

"Uh-huh..." Sapnap gave him a skeptical look. "Sure, i totally believe you." He chuckled, playing whacking George's shoulder with a fist. "Anyways, i hear the Queen's been looking high and low for ya!"

"Ugh."

"What?"

"She wont leave me the hell alone." George scoffed, folding his arms together. 

"I think she likes you." Sapnap mumbled as he started to pick absentmindedly at his nails. 

George looked at him with shock an grumbled. "How dare you say something so offensive?" He snickered. Sapnap smiled back, the two of them sharing small laughs. From there, the conversation sizzled out into nothingness. 

George leaned against the wall, watching Sapnap try to court one of the ladies of the ballroom. After several failed attempts, Sapnap slouched over and returned to his place beside George. They shared offhanded comments about the people they watched, surveying the room. They were really just waiting for something to happen.

Only George truly knew the presence of Dream within the castle walls, so he counted the seconds as the clocks ticked. His eyes eventually drifted to the royal family of the Fifth. The King and two of his sons had stayed rather close by each other, the group lingering near the exit. George took note of this, the only two missing was the youngest prince and his guest. But that mystery was quickly solved as he found the two, gorging themselves on whatever the dessert table had to offer. 

"Holy sh-" Sapnap suddenly gasped, throwing his hand against George's chest. He got George's attention while also knocking the wind out of him. George inhaled, trying to regain his breath as he looked towards where Sapnap was pointing. "Who is that?" He purred. George could've sworn he saw Sapnap's pupils turn into hearts.

It was a man. With deep brown hair that coiled into curly locks that bounced as he walked. He was about the same height as Sapnap, maybe a inch or two shorter, and he was wearing an interesting suit. It was mainly sewed of different purple and blue fabrics, as well as having accents of yellows, oranges and even reds. George peered over at his man. I think Sapnap was smitten. 

George laughed lightly. "I don't know Sapnap, you should go ask him to d-" But before his sentence could even finish, Sapnap was boldly walking over to this man, his head held high. George chuckled to himself, watching Sapnap talk to this man and dragging him to the dance floor. He wondered if Clay was smitte- No. He was the enemy. Nothing could happen between them. Not that is already did or anything. Nope, totally, nothing happened.

Now looking for a source of distraction, George found Bad, looking dazed and quite-frankly... not all there. "Hey Bad." He said, spooking Bad out of his trance like state. 

Bad flinched, looking like a wounded deer. "Oh hey George." His voice leapt. "What uh what hmm are you doing here?" He gulped.

George narrowed his gaze, something wasn't right here. "Bad we came here together. Remember?"

"Mhm, sure i do." Bad have George a brief smile before looking passed him into the crowd. Confused, George spun around, spotting a man in fine jewels and blue. 

"Who are you looking at?" George asked, taking a spot next to Bad.

George watched the expression on Bad's face wilt into a sad version of his usually chipper self. "I uh... No one... Just someone i thought i knew..." Bad wrapped his arms nervously around his own torso. It was clear to George that Bad was in a deep civil war with himself within his thoughts. 

Noticing how uneasy Bad had become, George decided to stay close to him for the rest of the time they stayed, which wasn't very long. Sticking to Bad's side, George had an opportunity to continue his silent people watching. The family of the Fifth seemed to have bunched up now, they stood together by one of the exits. Suspicious much?

Not long after George noticed this, he saw a glint of shinning silver off to the side. Clay! He must've gotten what he came here for. Now how would they game play out from here? George found himself secretly wanting Dream to escape, causing the cast of gloomy men to leave the gala after him.

Ember Dargon seemed to notice this too, much to George's dismay. The two stood a ball room apart but when George's eyes locked in with Ember's, he could still feel his body fill up with cold. Ember gave a small and devilish smirk, her eyes trailed along to where Dream was. Did she know? Surly if they figured it out so easily, could she do the same? George watched as she rose a finger to her mouth, telling him to be quiet. 

He felt a rock form in his throat, anxiety became to choke him. Ember made it a point to continue to make eye-contact with George as she walked across the ball room with intent, her foot steps light and graceful. He was holding his breath now. 

Since the Fifth's family and Ember were a fair distance away from George and the orchestra was loud, he couldn't hear the commotion, but he saw the aftermath. The crowd around the family had parted like the red sea, Ember was standing in a defensive stance, her face dowsed in false fear. Dream was facing her. 

"Ah!" George heard Ember Dargon cry out like a child. "It's Dream! My life is in danger!" Her voice squealed as she reached a high note. As if on cue, after the Queen cried of pure 'terror' guards swarmed together to protect. 

Bad perked up now, looking at the action. Ant raced to the other two members of their party, ready to attack. George grumbled, looking for the remaining member. Seeing Sapnap still flirting with the other man, George ran over to him, gripping his arm and dragging him away, much to Sapnap's displeasure. 

Dream was back in his suit of armor and making a madman's dash for one of the exits, the team of hunters rushing after him. Ember watched the scene play out as a swarm of party-goers came to her aid, asking if she was alright. She shooed them away, looking for her advisor. Once she found St. Withers, her smile curled into a smile. 

She breathed out, her hoarse voice seemingly silencing the chaos around them. "Follow them."