A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty One: Snack

"Sooooo whatcha wanna do?" Dream asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as George locked the apartment door behind them.

It had been about a week since the incident after the stream, George had practically screamed at Dream for disappearing for so long when he came back, but everything was soon settled with the promise Dream would make sure to tell George when he went out and not just randomly disappear.

"I don't know, your the one that wanted to go out Dream." George replied with a sigh

"Pfft. You're the one that lives here, your supposed to know what's fun and what's not." Dream sulked, briskly walling down the flight of stairs to the apartment block exit.

"We could just walk around in general, ummm, go to a caffe? The arcade?" George suggested, wracking his brain for ideas.

"Arcade, definitely." Dream stayed, taking a deep breath of cold air as he stepped outside.

"Alright then." He replied, stretching his arms above his head as he walked, trying to work out some of the aches in his bones as he walked. Dream walked too fast. Like yes, he may be way taller then the brunette and therefore had the ability to walk at such a high pace, but doesn't mean he has too!

"Dream slow doooown." George whined after a few minutes of waking, one again having to jog to catch up with him.

To make it even worse, not only was Dream just taller in general, but George also held more height in torso, while Dream, just to annoy him even more, held more height in his legs. So although George may look almost as tall as Dream when sitting down next to him, right now he would happily sacrifice that to have longer legs to speed him up a notch.

To solve this problem Dream had many a time offered to take his hand or his arm to help drag him along, an idea that George has found slightly humiliating, though at many a time has wished he had taken up the offer.

"Hey George you know you can ho—"

"Dream no." George said sternly for what felt like the 20th time after having to speed to catch up with him. "Why are you even walking in front of me! You don't even know why we're going."

Dream just chuckled in response, seeming to walk even faster just to annoy his smaller companion.

"I don't even know why I walk with you." George cursed, giving up on speed walking, Dream ended up having to pause to let him catch up.

"It's not my fault Georgie." Dream chuckled. "My grandad probably could have walked faster than you, but then yet again, he was above 5'10." He joked, barely making it to the end of his sentence before he was laughing, George rolling his eyes and walking past him, enjoying a short lived lead before Dream was walking past him once more.

"Oh my Lord you are unbelievable!" George whined as Dream went into full kettle mode, keeling over on the pavement. "I might as well just walk by myself! Or with some random stranger or something." He continued, the kettle noises beside him only getting more eccentric.

"George I think anyone else would— would trample on you."

George could barely make out the words between the wheezes.

"Oh fuck you." The brunette muttered, looking around them. "That family there." He pointed to a man walking with his child. "I could walk faster than them."

Dream looked over in their direction, his laughter pausing for a brief second. "So you want to look like a pedo now? Heh, sure off you go Georgie."

"I actually hate you." George shot back, elbowing Dream in the ribs, not caring about the pained yelp he let out.

"How about her then, she's probably shorter than me." George this time pointed towards a woman who was leaning against a lamp post on the other side of the road to them, giving George a cheeky wave and a wink in retaliation. "Dream she winked at me, I think that was an invitation." He chuckled, Dream standing up fully to take a look at the girl.

"Welp off I go Drea-." George cut off his sentence as he felt Dreams warm hand grab his firmly, dragging him into the other direction to the woman. "Dream?" George said confused, trying to pull his hand from Dreams to no avail as he was dragged down a different road, the only response he ever got from Dream being the quick glances he took behind them.

"Dream what the hell are you doing?" He asked again, glancing behind them to search for whatever Dream could be running them away from. He was met with nothing but empty roads and the dancing morning shadows.

"Dream—!"

"George." Dream stopped abruptly, turning to face George, placing a hand on each of his shoulders and staring into his eyes. "You need to stop asking questions and walk faster. Now."

His hand was grabbed again and they started on an either brisker pace, but Dream had no clue where they were going and George was too confused to point out the dead end they were approaching.

"Shit." Dream cussed, turning himself around so George was by the wall and he was standing in front of him almost protectively, glaring at the entrance to the ally.

At first George had just thought Dream was being jealous or something, annoyed a pretty girl was flagging him down, but the brunette looked angry and concerned. And it scared George.

"Dream. What's going on." He asked, trying to sound stern.

The male whipped around, walking towards George. "Remember that woman you so helpfully pointed out George? Well she isn't a woman at all, she's a demon, and to her your looking like a nice meal."

A... Another demon... after him?

"Aww, your making me sound so mean."

George froze, every bone in his body turning cold as a voice spoke dangerously close too him, Dreams face tiring to a snarl.

"Im only here for a snack, sure dreamy boy here won't mind~."

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Heh, I've been waiting for this chap

Also Prinssess61  has kept going on about how there's been too much fluff and that something bad was going to happen sooooo heh, the next chap is for you ;)

Also, I have a chap where I write pre-written stuff for this book abs well, I've written so much in the future stuff now I've had to make another chap for it cuz it lags too much 😂

-Spidey