KARLS PERSPECTIVE:
I'm streaming as usual on the SMP when suddenly a familiar name, yet I haven't spoke to or heard anything about or seen or even been active on social media with for a good year and a half.
Dream.
I freeze. My face cam is on, but I freeze.
"I-" I stammer, trying to speak, but I physically can't.
"Um- if you- I think you all know who that is, but I'm- um- he hasn't been... like... anywhere... for almost two years-"
My chat is freaking out. Tommy types in the server 'WTF' and everyone else on there is just frozen. I click onto Tommy's stream, and he's shaking whilst calling Dream.
He actually picks up.
"Hello?!" Tommy asks frantically.
"Hey," Dream says so casually, as if he hasn't been MIA for two yesrs.
"Is that- is that actually you? Holy shit, man-"
"Yeah. It's me," Dream replies. I'm so invested. I forget I'm even streaming.
"There's no way," I whisper to myslef.
"I thought you were dead," Tommy says to him. Dream stiffled a chuckle. There's a lot of silence. Neither of them know what to say.
"Where... have you been?" Tommy asks politely.
"Um- I've been home, mostly. I've been in and out of places." Dream replies. Tommy finds Dreams minecraft character and he's just jumping around in creative, building little things.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. Or do." Tommy says to him. "I'm really- I'm in shock."
"Yeah," Dream says. "It's okay. This is s shock, I know. I haven't done anything in public for like two years." dream somehow laughs. I feel tears gloss over my eyes. I don't know why I'm about to cry.
"Are you gonna address anything?" Tommy asks. "You know, um, your fans- they've been worried. To death. You left without a word, no warning, nothing. You just disappeared out of thin air."
"Um, yeah, I don't know yet. I just came back. This is my first time speaking to anyone other than George, Nick and my family." Dream replies. His minecraft characters continues to jump around.
"So, why- why did you leave?" Tommy finally asks.
"I just wanted some time to myself. I will come back officially in a while. I'll probably pop into a few peoples streams every now and then. You won't see me much for a good few weeks."
It's been another year. Not a word. That was his last sentence. And I'm finally over it, I'm driving to Orlando right now. In fact, I'm pulling up to their house right now,
I knock on the front door.
George answers it.
"Karl?-"
"Where's Dream?" I immediately asks. George looks like he's upset now.
In fact, now that I'm looking, he looks like shit. The house is messy, he looks messy.
Oh. Oh no. No, no, no.
"We don't know." Nick says, coming up behind George.
"I'm tell you everything. Come inside."
They sit me down, pause the TV and George sighs.
"This is what happened when he went away, like, two years ago. He disappears for months, years at a time. We just wait for him to come back around. Eventually he does. Whether he's pounding on the door begging for us to let him in, or whether we think he's stable enough to be allowed in." Nick says.
