||~Chapter 2~||

                                    

                                          


Ghostbur's POV 

                          
Ghostbur quickly left George's house to roam around for a while since he had nothing else to do that day. It was a quiet day, no fighting, just how he liked it. Maybe I should do pay Dream's grave a visit, might as well "talk" to him about something.
                          
That was when he felt a strange feeling. As if, something, or someone, was coming. Who or what could it be?
                          
He decided to ignore it and made his way towards Dream's grave. He missed Dream. He didn't know why, but he did. 
                          
Ghostbur floated his way to the grave, stopping once in a while when he saw so,etching nice, like a flower, which he happily plucked from the ground to place on the grave. However, once he go there and put the flower down, he got that strange feeling once again. 
                          
Why was he getting this? Should he be worried? Then, a green ball of light with white sparkles and smoke arose from the flower and floated in front of the grave. Ghostbur stepped back, unsure of what it was.
                          
The green ball of light grew and started to take form. Then, the figure flashed and there stood Dream. He looked transparent with drops of lava coming from his head. His skin looked pale, he opened his eyes to reveal dull green eyes.
                          
"Dream?" Ghostbur said.
                          
"Who?"
                          
"Dream! It's me Ghostbur!"
                          
"Sorry, who's this "Dream" person your talking about?"
                          
"That's your name."
                          
"No, my name's Clay."
                          
Ghostbur was confused. Why would Dream say his name was Clay? Then he remembered how Dream had changed his name a few years ago. Maybe Dream's ghost forgot about that.
                          
"Dre- I mean Clay, do you remember anything? Like how you died?"
                          
"Well, I only remember a few things. I remember someone with a blue shirt that had a red and white shape in the middle, I remember someone with a white bandanna, I remember the name 'Tommy,' I remember...feeling hot and lava. I remember falling."
                          
Clay seemed pretty worried when he mention the different things that had to do with his death. Maybe cheering him up will make him feel better!
                          
"I have some people that would like to see you! Do you want to see them?"
                          
"Sure, I guess."
                          
"Great follow me!"



                          
Techno's POV 


                          
Techno was mending his sword that he had cracked from his adventure in the Nether. He didn't know why he went, but for some reason, it made him feel uneven. He had quickly returned back home.
                          
"Techno! Look who I found!" yelled Ghostbur.
                          
"If you found another animal and you're wanting to keep it I'm not taking care of-" Techno turned around and see Ghostbur with...
                          
"Wait is that Dream!? And he's a ghost now!?"
                          
"Seriously, who's Dream!? My name is Clay!"
                          
"About that, Clay doesn't remember some things, sort of like me!" Ghostbur stated.
                          
"I see," Techno said.
                          
"Anyways! We're off to go see George! See ya!"
                          
And with that, the two ghosts left.


                          
Dream (Clay's) POV (first person)

                          
When Ghostbur mentioned the name 'George,' it gave me a weird feeling, as if I knew that person. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Everything seems so, faint. 
                          
"We're here!" Ghostbur called out, "Hey Sapnap!"
                          
"What is it Ghostbur?"
                          
When I first saw Sapnap, something clicked inside my head, as if I knew him. He was wearing a white shirt and in the middle, a flame. He was also wearing, a white bandanna, something that I remembered.
                          
Did I know this person before I died?
                          
Bits and pieces of my life came to my head. I remembered him laughing, him calling my name, our adventures. Then one memory came to my head, it was Sapnap and, what looked like an alive version of me, there in the middle of us, was someone I might have known.
                          
Their appearance seemed familiar. They were wearing goggles, they had brown eyes and hair, and, they were wearing a blue shirt with a red and white rectangle in the center.
                          
"Dream?" Sapnap said.
                          
I didn't want to be rude when they called me by my supposed name, so I went with it, "Y-yeah, that's me...hey Sapnap."
                          
"You remember him?" asked Ghostbur.
                          
"Just bits and pieces, but I know he and I were good friends!"
                          
"It's actually you," Sapnap took a step closer to me. I smiled and floated towards him.
                          
"It's alright!" I said, "I'm here!"
                          
"Yeah, you are. Wait til George gets here, he'll be so happy to see you!"
                          
George. Why did that name sound so familiar? Was it possible that I knew him? Was he that person I saw in my faint memory?


                          
George's POV (first person)

                          
I guess you could say I was, sort of, handling Dream's death a bit well. Actually, that's a lie. I wasn't handling it well. The compass that Ghostbur gave me got heavy in my pocket everyday. Sometimes I would doze off and find myself starring at the compass, only for it to spin around. 
                          
Maybe it was broken?
                          
I was still very angry at Tommy. There was no way that I was forgiving him, not in a million years! It was his fault! Everything is always his fault! Something came over me however. I had a bad feeling about it, but I went along with it. There was no stopping me now...
                          
I quickly went to the village to purchase one of Tommy's favorite drink. Then I made my way to another store and got cinnamon. This would hide the smell of-the poison. I wasn't thinking when I was doing this. It was like I wasn't in control of what I was about to do. Yet something in the back of my head urged me to do it, and I listened.
                          
I made my way to Tommy's house, hoping he wasn't home, and sure enough, he wasn't there.
                          
Perfect.
                          
I snuck in and placed the drink on the counter. I poured a small amount in the drink then the cinnamon to hide the smell of it. Then, I pulled out a piece of appear and a pencil. I've learned to mimic my friends handwriting when me, Sapnap, and-Dream, would play small pranks on them. 
                          
To Tommy,
From, Techno 
                          
It was just like Techno's handwriting! I was amazed at myself. Then, I quickly left. 


                          
George! Are you crazy! Your gonna kill Tommy! 
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