Calling Out For Help
Summary: A severly injured Dream lays near Kinoko Kingdom where a recently woken up George finds him. (883 words)
cw: blood, c!George negative
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A living corpse walked around Kinoko Kingdom in the late night. A blue sleeping mask was laying on top of his forehead where George had shoved it up after waking up. He didn't plan to stay up for long. No reason to take it off just to put it back on a short while later. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him a bit more warm than his thin pyjamas could. Bare feet carried him around the quiet and mostly empty town.
It was rare for George to me awake nowadays. Sleep and the included dreams were much too enticing to stay away from. Any movement in the real world too energy draining and tedious to even stand up most of the time.
The real world was lonely. The dream world had all his friends there. Had his Dream.
Here his Dream was gone. Locked away in a prison he couldn't enter no matter how many times he found himself in front of it. But even before that he was gone, wasn't he? Too stubborn and idiotic than to stay by his side.
George's feet left the stone bricked path and continued onto the grass of the forest surrounding the little kingdom.
After only a few blocks of wandering he found the first interesting thing he was in a while: a bloodied figure with a stained smiling mask leaning against a tree, a shimmering netherite axe nearby.
For a second he wondered if he truly was awake. He considered pinching himself but knew that would hardly bring anything, so instead he came closer to who looked like Dream.
Actual Dream, not the Dream from his Dreams.
Dream-Dream was never this stained with blood and had clothes and armor as damaged as real-Dream. So unless his dreams decided to switch things up a bit more, this was the real Dream and George wasn't dreaming.
Though the white hair is new and real-Dream was never this thin. Briefly he considered that someone thought it would be funny to dress up as Dream and dump fake blood on themselves. George quickly discarded that train of thought. Sapnap did mention once how Dream seeemed to have gotten thinner in prison and that he spotted a white streak of hair in Tommy once and in Wilbur - who was apparently back.
His face dipped further down, enough to show the scar across his nose and that was all the confirmation George needed. This is Dream.
Seemed he did end up escaping the inescapable. George wasn't too surprised about that if he had to be completely honest.
And he ended up coming back to him even. Even if it's in a less than ideal condition.
"Dream," George spoke.
No reaction. He tried again. Still nothing.
With a roll of his eyes, George walked closer to the body. The closer he got, the more he noticed how Dream's lips seemed to be moving slightly, though he couldn't make out what the idiot was saying.
He stepped closer, kneeling down once he was right next to Dream, uncaring of his blanket getting in the bloody puddle that seemed to collect on the floor. Only now could he faintly hear what Dream was saying or rather whispering.
"Punz... help... please. Punz."
George frowned before his frown turned into a grimace. Punz. Why Punz?!
He had half a mind to stand up and just turn around but he stuck around. There's no other name uttered among his pleas for help except for a single 'Techno', 'Sapnap' and 'Sam' with so many 'Punzs'. George's knuckles turned white from how tightly he had his right hand in a fist. While steaming in his thoughts, he didn't notice the shadow moving just outside of his sight. Didn't notice the golden medal with an eye of ender snuggly sitting in the middle of it.
He didn't hear the person coming down and to Dream's side as George stormed off to sleep again. He passed by Sapnap as he entered the empty kingdom again. His friend tried to talk to him. None of the words reached him. He just wanted to sleep and get back to his dreams and his Dream.
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Punz kneeled down next to Dream the second George disappeared into the trees. Their sword got discarded into their inventory now that they didn't need to knock the ex-King out anymore.
With how much blood Dream seemed to be losing, they didn't want to wait any longer than necessary. They checked Dream's body for the worst of his injuries, the ones that needed attention now before they moved to a safer place. There was one big wound on the left side of his upper body.
Punz took out a healing potion, one they specifically made to work on Dream's body which barely reacted to regularly brewed healing pots anymore. Bits of the pink and purple shimmering liquid were dropped onto a clean cloth which they soon pressed onto the wound before wrapping it bandages to keep it there. They did the same for a few more wounds before taking out an invisibility potion and giving half to Dream, making sure he was actually swallowing it before drinking the rest themself.
With ease, they lifted Dream up, careful of his wounds, and started heading towards their tower.
