In The End, We Fall

I thought for a second, I would probably never see him again anyways. What harm would it really do? None.

"Fine, I'm George. And yours?" Even while his face was completely covered, I felt as if I could see every feature he was making.

"Dream," he said smoothly.

It slid off of his tongue with ease, something he took pride in saying. Hearing it shocked me, and my heart jumped. With that, he took his leave. I sat on the beach for a while after that, wondering how someone could be named that, it was something I had never heard before. But strangely, it seemed to fit.

And, that was the start.

Or

A dramatic retelling of the Dream Smp from George's perspective.