DREAM SMP - 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

Charon

(This is a "sequel" to 'Death comes for everyone'. In this Oneshot, you see what happend to Dream after his sudden death. You'll get the hang of it)

„George, can we maybe stop the stream. I don't feel good right now." Clay asked his friend. „Oh for sure Dream." He said, and instantly ended the stream. He was still in a discord call with me and started asking the blonde man some questions. „Do you want to tell me whats wrong? Why aren't you feeling well?".

Clay slowly put my head in my hands and started explaining. „My head is feeling like it's going to explode. It isn't like a normal headache, I never had anything like this. Also there is a pungent pain in my chest. I think I need to go to the doctors or something". George hung up the call and ran upstairs. He opened the door and there he was. Clay fell out of his chair. He laid on the ground, struggling to breath and feeling like it was about to end. George ran towards me and kneeled besides the man, trying to see if he was still there. Clay was, but not for long. „Clay. Hey Clay can you hear me?" He shook his body, but nothing happened.

This was the excact moment he had died. It was a good feeling, Clay wasn't even going to lie. The mans headache stopped and he could breath again. Clay still don't know what that headache was, or why he got it actually. All he knew was, that when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a line. The line was full of people, that were either really old, really really young, or were really messed up. They looked like they had an accident or something. "Hey, do you know where we are?" Clay asked, the man infront of him, who then turned around. The blonde man quickly jumped back as he saw his face which had huge hole in the middle. "Yes actually" the man started saying, a lisp noticeable in an instant. The salive the rest of his mouth produced, splashed onto the ground, not being able to be cought by the jaw, which was missing from his face.

Can somebody explain that to me, what the fuck happened to that man? Did he get shot? Did he get ripped apart by something? I don't know, but I would actually like to know.

His thoughts go interrupted by the man starting to speak again, if you can even call it speaking. "We are waiting for the Charon to come back. He is the person to take us over the river into our paradise" the man said, leaving Clay in confusion. "Well, I gotta go now, bye" the man said, his body turning into powder, being blown away by the wind. "What the actual fuck" he whispered under my breath, taking a step forward to take the place of the vanished man.

Clay continued to wait, till he was the first in line. In the distant something was slowly coming towards the dock. "What is that?" he said to himself, thinking that it was a duck or maybe a corpse or something. His theories got debunked very quickly as he saw the boat with a man in a hood stop infront of him, the man holding out his hand to help Clay in. The moment Clays skin hit his, he was thrown back into his own memories.

I know that hand. It feels so real. But no, it couldn't be, right?

Clay stepped into the boat and sat down, the Charon instantly starting to row, to get them to the other side. "So, can I know who excactly you are? You seem really familiar". The moment the words left his lips, the man on the other side of the boat took off his hood to reveal his face. His piercing green eyes widened as he saw his bestfriend and roommate sit in the same boat as him. "G-George?" he said, his voice shaking. "Yes, but also no. I am the Charon, I am here to take you to the other side of the river, into your paradise" the man explained, seeing tears roll down the blonde mans face as he explained the current situation.

"And on your way to the paradise, you can talk to me as I take form of your favourite person, which in his case is George, your roommate. And if you want, you can just say all the things to me you ever wanted to say to George, before you left your mortal shell and got here" the Charon continued to explain watching more salty spheres roll down Clays face. "God, I am so sorry George. I didn't want to leave you like this. I don't know why that happened. I am so fucking sorry" Clay yelled, tears streaming down his face as he tried to call down. "Clay, it's okay. You don't have to apologies" the man who looked like George said, watching Clay let his head hang, looking a the ground. "No it's not okay. I am here without you and I just left you alone. You have still have Nick but I didn't want to leave you" Clay exclaimed, watching a worried smile grow on the mans face. "Clay, I swear it's okay. Yes it hurts being here without you, but I can do it" the Charon lied, knowing that his another deity was currently sitting in a boat with George.

"Do you want to talk to me George? You can tell me everything you wanted to say to Clay before you left the mortal realm" the Charon said, his piercing green eyes meeting Georges brown orbs. "No. It feels weird talking to you while you look like him" George said, a single tear rolling down his face. "Since you have nothing to say, we are here. All you need to do is get off the boat and then you are in paradise" the Charon explained, revealing his real appearance as Georges stepped out of the boat. A light smile grew on his now grey, wrinkly face as he watched George look at his surroundings, smiling seeing that his favourite flowers were planted in front of the house. The house standing infront of him being the one Clay and he lived in before both of them passed away. As he walked in, all of the memories came back to him and Georges eyes filled with tears again. "I hope he is here with me" Georg mumbled, running up the stairs and storming into his roomamtes room, seeing noone in there. "Wait, wot?" he exclaimed, walking around the house searching for his friend everywhere a person could fit. "What the fuck?" George yelled, after not finding Clay anywhere.

What felt like minutes on the boat with the Charon was several months in the mortal realm. " Wait, when will we be there?" Clay asked the Charon, who chuckled a little. "Thats the thing, we arrive when you have nothing left to say. And I have been informed that there will be someone waiting for you at your house" the Charon explain, seeing the blonde mans eyes grow round. "WHAT? Why didn't you say that?" he cried out, not saying anything for the rest of the ride. "We have been here for around three months now. Just so you know that this ride was very long. Okay, we are here. All you need to do is get off the bo-" the Charon wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Clay jumping off the boat and running into the house. "Woah, this is weird" he exclaimed, hearing a door being shut upstairs. "Clay?" a familiar voice said from upstairs, slowly walking down said flight of stairs. Watching the man walk down the last steps, their eyes locked as they met. Both set of eyes immediatly welled up with tears as the two men ran towards eachother, embracing them in a tight hug.

"GEORGE" Clay exclaimed hugging his friend tightly. "YOU ARE HERE" George exclaimed, his face filled with salty tears, rolling down from his eyes.