Dnf short stories

Are you okay?

Dream got out of bed and started to get ready, he put on a green hoodie, sweat pants, and some af1s. It looked more like a running outfit rather than a pajama sort of thing. Dream hopped in his car and drove off.

Dream had a nice life, he was very wealthy and was a fairly happy person. He was a coder and liked to build PCs as a hobby. He had a four-story house and lived in Orlando Florida, he loved playing video games, mainly Minecraft. But he enjoyed life and the people in it. He had two best friends, Bad and Sapnap. Bad was a coder just like he was but they met a long time before he had a job. Sapnap and Dream had met on a video game and have been friends for years. He was very close with both of them, and happily bi. Both his friend last were supportive of him, but alas he hadn't found someone to call his own, yet.

Dream drove to a busy area, Grand Ave, his favorite place. It had restaurants every which way and small businesses here and there. He loved going to his favorite pizza joint the most, Tommy's Pizza. Though he had only come to get a Slurpee from a seven eleven. He parked in the parking lot and got out of his silver Mercedes. He walked in and went it the back of the store, he got a cup and filled it with cherry flavor. He was satisfied with what he got and went to the register. Once he paid, he decided to walk around a bit. He walked out of the store and walked down the sidewalk. He had walked down a sidewalk not on Grand Ave but a street perpendicular to it. He walked for a while before being stopped by the sounds of sobbing. He walked towards the sobs to find himself in a small alleyway, and a small figure curled up in a ball.

"Are you okay?" He said trying to comfort the figure, but he backed away

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Dream grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to the figure.

"Here"

"*sniff*"

"Are you okay?"

"I- I just wish I were dead."

"Well, I don't think you deserve that, can I get your name?"

"G-George" the man looked up, with red puffy eyes and bruises on his face

"Okay, George do you want to get up?"

He nodded in response

"Okay, if you'd like you can come with me."

"Y-yes please"

"Here" he offered him a hand

As Dream helped George up, he felt as light as a paper clip, maybe only 90 pounds. As he lifted him off the floor he also saw various cuts on his hand. His hand was bony, like a skeleton. The man was significantly smaller than Dream, height, and weight. Dream just knew that whatever George had gone through, he would help him a bit.

"So would you like something to eat?"

He shook his head

"You sure? I mean, there is a nice pizza place down the way that serves the best, cheesiest pizza."

"I suppose I could try some" George said revealing his British accent

"Your British?"

"Umm, y-yeah"

"Cool"

Dream led George to Tommy's Pizza and ordered a median pizza. It soon came and George dug right in.

"Hungry?"

"Yes, thank you very much..."

"Dream, you can call me Dream."

"Okay Dream, thank you for this."

"Of course"

Soon they had both finished and Dream led George to his car.