HAI!! Hello :) I said I'd post by the end of the month but spring break is here so might as well post yk? BTW this was supposed to be a one shot, but like this is taking too long so here is technically, "The first part," well, its the first 5 pages !! (outta 10 pages + this is a wip) also I'm doing this bc I miss my bf sm XP I get to see him SOON THO! Not like how dteam say soon too!! OKAY KLETS BEING!! <chapter 1>
Sorrow is how Dream felt,
Something was missing, no, not Patches, she was tucked in,
No, it was her uncle, Sapnap, he was on a so-called business trip and wouldn’t be home,
Dream sat on his empty bed, staring at his unlocked phone as if he was waiting for a notification,
“Papa?” Patches knocked on Dream's door, “Yes, honey?” Dream turned off his phone, putting all his attention on his daughter,
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Dream scooped her up, putting her in his bed, “I miss him,” Patches voice was squeaky, “I miss George too, he’ll be back, he just went to his old home for a couple weeks,” Dream brushed his hand through her hair,
“I want da home,” She was sobbing, lightly, “He’ll be home, I promise,” Dream tried to calm her down, “What if he likes his old home more and doesn't want to come back,” Dream was a bit taken back by her overthinking, “He wouldn’t stay there, he loves you too much,” Dream smiled, hugging Patches,
“Does he love you?” Dream was reminded of the many times he begged George to tell him, ‘I love you,’ “I would guess, I’m your dad, he’s also your dad, and like,” Dream blushed, “Do you love him?” “Yes, of course!” Dream giggled,
“I love da too, I love you too!” Patches smiled, showing off her imperfect teeth, “Do you wanna try and call him?” Dream suggested even though there was a high chance George was busy, “YES!” Patches shot up from Dream's bed, “I text him first, then we’ll see if we can call him,” Dream smiled and got on his phone,
He texted George, “Why does da’s name have a heart and flower emoji next to it?” Dream put those there as a joke, “Because,” “You and da are married, right? Like Lucy's parents?” Dream and George weren’t married, they weren’t even dating, they just shared custody of Patches, “Uhm, yeah, me and George are married!” Dream joked to make Patches feel better.
After a couple minutes, Dream got a reply to his, ‘Hi, patchy misses you,’ “he said…’Hey, I miss her too, tell her I said that,’” Dream read out to Patches, “Can I have your phone?” Patches put out her hand, “sure,” Dream handed her his phone,
A couple seconds later, he got his phone back,
‘DA!!!!!!!!! I miss u so muxh!!!!!!! Whn r u comig home????????? Pa misss u lots to! :( he told me u 2 r married!!!! Why did u not tell me:(‘
“Honey, what?” Dream narrowed his eyebrows, “hm?” Patches tired eyes made her more guilty,
“I was— honey, me and George aren’t like Lucy's parents,” Dream didn't want to ruin her mood, “well yeah, you and da don’t act married in front of people, oh my god! Is that you and da married a secret!” “Yes, even from George, it's a secret,” That confused Patches, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell him,” Patches hugged Dream, “Its okay, just don’t go off telling Geo—“ a notification came from Dreams phone,
‘PATCHY!!!! Hi, patchy:) I missed you too :( I promise I’ll call when I’m no longer busy !! Tell your father I miss him, but not as much as I miss you!! And sorry for not telling you about me and your father :( We just didn’t understand our feelings at first? Yes, me and your father are in fact married!!! Tell your friend Lucy she can come to our wedding!!!!’
“You and da are married! Oh my gosh! Yay!” Patches giggled, but all Dream could do was blush, “Yeah, honey! Now, why don’t you go to bed, its late, you don't wanna miss uncle Saps arrival, do you now?,” Dream tucked Patches into his bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, she shook her head, “Okay, goodnight, love you,” Patches smiled, waving, “Night, love you too,” Dream waved back and left his room.
Dream stared at the stupid text message George sent for Patches, ‘Hi, it's your “husband” why tf would you lie to patches about us being married?’
‘I’m not lying?’ Georges boldness was thick
‘Yes you are? Wdym?’ Georges cocky behaviour made Dream feel less sorrowful,
‘Don’t be idiotic, Clay, you know exactly what I mean,’
‘Idiotic? What the fuck? George this isn't something we should joke ab with our daughter, daughter, George, not some random person online,’
‘Clay? Is that you? Or some random person?’
‘It's me, are you even George? Or are you some random idiot,’
‘Nope, still George, your fiancé :)’
‘Okay, George, stop, we can’t lie to Patches!’
‘Stop telling me I’m lying, I'm not lying, you’re just forgetting!’
‘George, there's nothing going on between us, were just friends’
‘Friends? Funny, you’re so funny, are you sure you don’t remember? When you first adopted patches, and told me I had the opportunity to share custody? You don’t remember what you said?’
‘I just said, you and I could share custody of her, nothing else’
‘Yeah, that's it, sure, I remember something you said but ig you forgot :(‘
‘Smth like “omg George I can't live without you, I need you so bad, please bare my child with me and be my fiancé!!!!!” I think that's what you said, always could be wrong tho 💀💀💀💀’
‘Do I need to provide the video you sent?’
George sent him a video of Dream, seeming not sober, George had screen recorded their facetime call, “George, please, marry me, I need you so bad, I can’t live without you, I seriously can’t, it hurts to not see you every day, please George, come to the US and come to me and your new daughter,” Dream slurred, on the edge of tears,
“My new daughter? Marry you?” George's tone was so sarcastic it wasn't funny anymore, “Yes, marry me, we could be a family, us as the dads of Patches,” George could hear Dream smile through the phone, “Patches is my new daughter?” “Yes, our daughter,” “Okay, I’m down to get married but like are there any benefits?” “Free editing, for like, a kiss or something?” “Anything else?” “There's more, I’m too tired to tell you,” Dream on cue, yawned and rubbed his eyes,
“Okay, tell me them later, go to sleep, bye goodnight, ’babe’” George laughed at the little bit he did, “Why are you being such an idiot?” Dream laughed at Georges laugh, “I’m not, your the idiot for marrying me,” George rolled his eyes, “go to bed, Dream, I’m literally hanging up if you don’t,” “Don’t leave me,” “I’m hanging up, bye,” “No you are—“ The screen recording ended, leaving Dream was left starstruck,
‘Got the evidence you need?’ Dream could just imagine the stupid grin George was wearing,
‘I was obviously drunk, George,’
‘Drunk or not, you proposed, I said yes (kinda) and we are now I guess ‘legally’ fiancé,’
‘No, if this is true, then I’m breaking up with you, I’m not getting married to you,’
‘Okay...you’re telling Patches, I won't be home for weeks and I don’t wanna ruin my coming home day by telling her we aren’t married,’
‘I don’t wanna make her feel bad!!’
‘No, its fine, just ruin her mood, it’s cool :)’ Georges text made Dream scoff,
‘Well, we either get married (we would fake it or whatever if you don’t wanna actually make a commitment or like you can marry someone else and they’ll be my replacement, Patches will have a mom!!! Omg!!!! Or another dad, whatever you want ofc) or we break up and she is heartbroken! Choice is yours :D’
‘George you’re insane! Clinically insane, I’m going to need like a day, no 2 days to think ab this!’ Dream groaned, he didn’t want to make her feel bad but a fake marriage? Was George mental? Fake marriage was the first thing he could really think of?
‘I gave you 2 options, take as long as you will, you will have to make a decision,’
‘Fuck you,’ Dream turned off his phone, he no longer felt sorrow.
Guilt? No, no that isn't it, it was a nicer emotion,
Happy? Not quite, what was it?
Dream felt an emotion he never seemed to feel, it felt nice, really nice.
The next morning, Dream had ‘slept’ on the couch, in reality, all he did was sulk and miss George,
“WAKE UP!” A loud scream entered his ear, “Quackcity is here! Pa! Quackcity!” Patches held Quackity’s hand, she was wearing a dark purple shirt with a minion on it, George got it for her, and light purple leggings, “oh my god, look, my name isn’t ‘Quackcity’ its fucking—“ “OH MY GOD! HE SWORE!” Patches pointed at quackity, “This fucking kid,” he whispered so only him and dream could hear,
“Why did you let uncle Quackity in?” Dream asked, tiredly, “He let himself in,” Patches smiled, “Yeah, and I picked out her fit! Rate it," "7,” Dream couldn't help remember George with her shirt, it looked like the one George had, “7? Only? Patches, teach this guy a lesson," "Okay, when you mix blue with red, it makes purple, when you mix yellow with blue it makes green!” Patches joyfully talked about this new concept of colours,
“Don’t tell George, he’ll get scared,” Dream joked about Georges colour blindness, “Does Da not like colours?” “How can he like them if he can't see them?” Dream tried to explain, “Why can’t he see colours?” Patches voice had a hint of sadness, “He got into a freak accident and then one day he woke up and couldn’t see colour,” Quackity joked, “No no, Uncle Quackity is lying, he just was born that way!” “Just like how I was born with white spots?!”
Patches pointed at her multi-coloured skin, the contrast of dark brown and white made her look very unique and special, “Yes, just like you and your white spots, and your white heart too!” Patches had a small white spot, which looked like a heart on her forehead, it was her favourite one, “Does Da have hearts in his eyes?” Dream laughed, it would make George look like a cartoon if he had hearts in his eyes, “He does, but you can only see the hearts when he looks at Dream,” Quackity nudges Dream's shoulder, “Isn’t that right, Dream?”
Dream cleared his throat, “Hm, I don't know?” Quackity laughed, “Yeah, yeah, he doesn't know!” Patches looked confused like she didn't get a joke that they both got, “When is Da coming home?” She asked to switch up the conversation, “In like 3 or 4 weeks,” “That's too long! Can’t he just come home early,” Patches groaned, throwing herself on the couch, “No, it’ll be like he was never gone!” Dream enlightenment made Patches sad, “No, I do notice he’s gone,”
“George's existence is too hard to forget, without him around, you really notice how much quieter and nicer it is!” Quackity smiled as if he was given a Nobel prize, “Ignore him! He’ll be back and he’ll bring you something as well!” Dream got up and took Patches outside, Quackity followed behind, “A gift?” Patches joyfully spoke, “Yes, a gift!” Dream brought her to the front lawn, “Now why don't you and Quackity play out here, Uncle Sap is coming back today!” Patches lit up, at her favourite uncle was coming back, “SAP! Oh my gosh! Can I wait outside until he comes?” Patches sat down on the green grass, Quackity joining her,
“He’ll come later in the evening, so I don’t know if you want to stay out fo—“ “NO! I wanna stay!” Patches jumped up, cutting Dream off, “Okay have fun,” Dream smiled, and went back inside.
Dream couldn't get that stupid question that George asked out of his head, Fake marriage? Act like George’s husband just to make our daughter happy? Dream got flustered at the thought of what George and he would do if they were acting, hold hands? Sleep in the same bed?...kiss?! Oh my god, All these thoughts made Dream want to scream,
Dream opened up his phone and messaged George,
A reply came back, instantly,
‘No, why, does Patchy wanna talk!!!???’
‘Oh, well, then I’m busy,’
‘Its ab the fake marriage thing,’
‘Yea,' Dream hadn’t made his mind up, he just wanted George's attention,
‘Oh, okay, so like, what do you wanna do?’
‘We should get married,’ Dream regretted every second of that message, from typing it out to full-blown sending it,
‘Yes, fr, I wanna get married to you:)’
‘Fake marriage, right?’ Dream could hear George's shaky voice saying that message,
‘It could be real if you want it to be,’ Dream wrote slyly,
‘No, no, fake is fine, plus like if we got married and you wanted to marry someone else, we would have to go through the whole divorce process, I'm too lazy for that,’
‘Why is it always me who wants to get married? Do you not wanna marry someone in the future?’
‘Idk, I don't meet anyone so like me dating someone is highly unlikely too,’ Dream laughed,
‘But why am I the one getting married?’
‘Idk, I'm just saying it,’
‘Oh mhm, so like...wanna get fake married?’
This felt like some twisted dream Dream was having, it was he was going to wake up right as George came back and they did the full song and dance, he didn't want it to be a dream, he wanted to wake up and George was still his husband, even if it was fake,
HI! Its me again, Clay/Cat boy, WE"VE COME TO AN END </3 not the story but the chapter XP <3 Hope you enjoyed (FEEDBACK VERY APPRECIATED) BYE NOW <3
