George's pov
"Dream you good?" I asked the slightly shocked ghost.
He nodded in reply.
"You can tell us-" i went to gesture to the others but to only find out that they have left, leaving nothing but a pile of flowers. "I'm here for you." I continued to say to Dream. "The others are too.
With this he jumped on me and hugged me. My I could feel my face heat up into a million shades of grey, I looked down onto the bandage that he wore covering the broken but of the mask, you could see a bit of his skin, it was an unatrally pale coulour as if it hadn't seen the sun in years, to be honest though had he ever even taken the makes off? Even if he was alive wouldn't his skin be that coulour anyway?
I looked down and screamed, dream was startled by the sudden noise and leaped off, he had accidentally set my shirt on fire. I panicked and rolled around on the ground, in an attempt to snuff it out.
I heard a little giggle and looked over at dream, he was trying to contaon his laughter. "It's ok dream. You can laugh." I told him as I probably did look like a mad man. He let out his iconic tea kettle laugh and collapsed into wheezes.
I couldn't help but also laugh at the sight, he was now clutching his gut in pain, he couldn't stop laughing he was crying as well. I missed this.
Yeah, it's good to see him having fun isn't it?
What the- who are you?!
Nightmare! What did I tell you about going into other peoples consciousnesses?
Not to do it...
And?!?
Sorry.
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So...
GOOD BYE.
I could of sworn I heard a door slam after the person said goodbye...
I looked over at dream, who was still clutching his gut in pain.
I smiled softly at him. I could get used to this.
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FanfictionBut what happens when dream is in prison for too long? What would happen if he got tired of it all? Some angst. I think? also there will be fluff and some blurred swearing *cough* Tommy *cough cough* but his is also a Dream X George X Fundy I thin...
