||~Chapter 6~||

                                    

                                          

George's POV (first person)
                          
"Then person who killed you...was...
                          
Tommy."
                          
I looked away from him. This was starting to become a little weird with the heavy silence.
                          
"Thanks," Dream finally said.
                          
"Why do you need to know who killed you?"
                          
Dream stayed silent for, what felt like forever. I could see a worried look on his face, like if he wanted to tell me, but just couldn't. I honestly didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want him to force himself to tell me why he wanted to know. It doesn't see, right.
                          
I hugged him.
                          
"If you don't want to tell me, then that's perfectly fine."
                          
Dream quickly hugged me back, he didn't let go, and I couldn't blame him. He lacked physical touch when he was younger, since sometimes his parents neglected him. Which then lead him to leave the house at age 11.
                          
And that's when my family took him in.
                          
They loved him.
                          
They treated him like one of their own.
                          
They adored him.
                          
And I
                          
I had finally found someone to talk to.
                          
I finally found a friend.
                          
Dream quickly thanked me and then headed to his room.

                          
Dream (Clay's) POV (first person)

                          
I hurried back to my room, the book in my hand. I didn't want anyone to know what I was going to do. Not even George. I know, it was wrong of me not to tell him. But I was just so uncertain.
                          
I quickly got a journal and a pen, then started writing.
                          
╎ 𝙹リꖎ|| ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒲᔑ╎リ ╎リ⊣∷ᒷ↸╎ᒷリℸ ̣ ᓭ ⎓𝙹∷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ !¡𝙹ℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ, ╎ ⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣  リᒷᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ʖꖎ𝙹𝙹↸. ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑリꖌ ⊣𝙹↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ⊣ᒷ𝙹∷⊣ᒷ ∴ᔑᓭ ∴╎ꖎꖎ╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ᒷꖎꖎ ᒲᒷ. リ𝙹∴ ╎ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ᒷ ̇/ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ꖎ|| ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⊣ᒷℸ ̣. ╎ ᒲᔑ|| ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ᔑ ᑑ⚍╎ᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ ∷╎!¡ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ リᒷℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⊣ᒷℸ ̣  ᔑ ⎓ᒷ∴ ↸∷𝙹!¡ᓭ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎᔑ⍊ᔑ ꖎᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ 𝙹リ, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ╎ᓭ ╎⎓ ╎ ↸𝙹リℸ ̣  ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ᔑリ↸ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ╎リ ⎓∷𝙹リℸ ̣  𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎᔑ⍊ᔑ ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ꖎᔑᓭℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ ᔑリ↸ ╎⎓ リ𝙹 𝙹リᒷ ∴ᔑリℸ ̣ ᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ 𝙹∷ ℸ ̣ ∷╎ᒷᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ᒲᒷ ╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ʖꖎ𝙹𝙹↸ ʖ|| ⎓𝙹∷ᓵᒷ
                          
Wait-
                          
How was I writing like this?
                          
It just came naturally, like I've done this before.
                          
I closed the journal and tossed it aside. I didn't want to figure all this out now. What was important was that I obtain the last ingredients to make the potion.
                          
And nothing was going to stop me.
                          
Now the only thing I had to do,
                          
was find Tommy.
                          
I quickly gathered all the items necessary that I might need and then, I left.

                          
Ghostbur's POV 
                          
I couldn't let Dream to this. I had to keep Tommy safe. I made my way to George's house as fast as I could, at least hoping he would be there to help me.
                          
I floated inside the house, "George!?"
                          
"Yeah?" came his voice from the kitchen.
                          
"I have a problem."
                          
"What is it now Ghostbur?"
                          
I quickly explained to him what I thought that Dream might be doing. He seemed nervous. What if he doesn't want to help me. I knew how Dream got when he was determined to get what he wanted, and it usually never ends well.
                          
"We need to talk to him about this. He went into his room he should be there."
                          
We rushed to Dream's room, but he wasn't there. We searched the rest of the house, but he was nowhere to be found.
                          
"I should check his room again...." George mumbled.
                          
I followed George back to Dream's room, and something caught my eye. At the corner of the room, was a journal. I floated towards it and skimmed through the pages. I wasn't expecting anything to be written in there, since all the pages were blank, except one.
                          
"Hey George? Do you know what this says?" I said as I handed him the journal.
                          
George starred at the page for a few minutes, then he quickly shut the journal and stormed out. Was he angry?
                          
"This is bad!" George yelled, "I may have told him who killed him and know Dream might take their blood by force! This is my fault....FUCK!"
                          
"....uhm..have some blue?"
                          
George just starred at me. Honestly, it was a bit scary.... He sighed and grabbed the blue from my hand. I don't think it did much affect on him....
                          
"We need to stop him Ghostbur, we might need some help."
                          
I nodded. This could get ugly....


                          
Tommy's POV (first person)
                          
I walked along the path deep in the woods just to clear my mind. It wasn't everyday that I would take this certain path. It lead to a waterfall were I would sit by and watch. I don't think the others have been here before.
                          
I usually expected no one to pass by but...I guess I was wrong.
                          
I thought I saw something move in the trees. I walked towards them but didn't see anything. 
                          
"Hello Tommy...."
                          
I quickly turned around to face Dream, a sword at his hands.
                          
"Mind if I take some of your blood?"
                          
That's when I ran.
                          
I ran as fast as I could, just anywhere would be safe. Was this man crazy!? Asking me for my blood!? I was trying to be careful not to fall over, I tried focusing on just getting away from Dream, who was yelling for me to come back.
                          
Then, an arrow flew past me.
                          
Followed by dozens of more.
                          
Few came close to barely hitting me.
                          
Panic rose within me.
                          
I was uncertain what to do, I had no weapons on me, not even a FUCKING SHIELD!
                          
Only one thing came to my head....
                          
Was I going to die?


                          
Sorry for the delay of this chapter! I sort of lost motivation, but that ok!
Also I know it's not exactly 1000  words but, it's close 
enough!
                          
Word Count: 995