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He's standing on a dimly lit road, the gravel and asphalt digging into his feet, creating small beads of blood. However, it isn't painful, more annoying than anything.

He looks around, and his eyes land on a figure that seems to be far. Dream is automatically able to recognize who the person is, even with their back turned.

"George." The boy turns, his eyes finding Dream's. Dream begins to walk, and as he does, the gravel becomes more painful, and by the time he's a few feet away, it feels like knives are digging into him.

George merely watches, his expression unreadable.

He collapses to his knees in front of him, and then George is taking a few steps forward, kneeling down in front of him.

"I'll get back to you." George whispers, and Dream looks up, listening intently. He recognizes those words. George's voicemail.

"Where are you?" Dream pleaded, reaching out and grabbing onto his hand. It's cold and stiff, and George cocks his head to the side. It's like he doesn't understand.

"I'll get back to you." He repeats again, and Dream lets out a stream of curses. He doesn't need his own dreams to taunt him. He needs George. He needs him.

"Tell me how to find you- Give me something." The road melts away, and then Dream is falling. He lands in the ground, hard, and as he looks up, he's in George's room.

George is standing in the corner, but upon further inspection, blood is dripping onto the floor, escaping his lips and dribbling down his chin.

"Find me." He whispers, and Dream rises to his feet. His eyes were wide in horror, and he can feel his chest tightening.

"Help." His fingers reach out for Dream, and the man lunges. Before he can reach him, however, George disappears.


He shot awake, breaths coming out as labored gasps. He clutched as his chest, fingers curling and nails digging into his skin.

He remembers a distant memory of George helping calm him down from panic attacks after one too many fans tried to find his face, and he begins to repeat the process.

He holds his breath for four, breathes out for four. It's a couple minutes of that before he finally deems himself calm enough, and he's sitting up in the bed and running his fingers through his hair.

The dream was certainly disturbing, but it was far from the truth. Dream was only freaking himself out. He needed to calm down. It was only a matter of time before they found George. He'd be fine.

He hears scratching at his door, and his heart stops in his chest for a moment. He hesitantly climbs out of the bed, and then he's creaking the door open.

George's cat bounds inside, meowing loudly. Dream looks down at him, and he allows a smile to grace his face.

"Hey, there." He bends down and scoops up the cat, closing the door and holding him close to his chest. He remembers George distinctly saying the cat's name was Romeo, and he presses a chaste kiss to the top of his head.

Romeo begins to purr, nuzzling up against Dream's neck. He imagines George snuggling with him, and it manages to make him feel a whole lot better.

He lays down into the bed, and Romeo curls up on top of his chest. It's something that Patches does as well, and he'd usually wake up in the middle of the night to her licking his face.

"You like to keep George company, huh?" Dream whispered, petting him behind the ears. Romeo presses his face up against Dream's hand, and a small chuckle escapes him.

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