One day George just stopped answering calls, appearing online, completely gone off the face of social media. His friends left confused and hurt, angry even. Dream moves on, five years later though he begins to see 'George' everywhere he goes, whenever he's out in public. At first he thinks it's a joke of some sort, until it all gets too real. Art credits : shtbexan

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //