||~Chapter 13~||

                                    

                                          

George's POV 
                          
It was early in the morning. George has woken up but was unable to fall back asleep. The sun had yet to rise from the horizon, so no daylight seeped through the window. George sat up in his once tidy bed. He took a look at his once neat room.
                          
Books were scattered in every direction. Most were closed while others remained open, and some, were damaged out of frustration. Clothes seemed to have been tossed aside all over the room as well. Cobwebs filled the corners as small spiders laid, waiting for their next prey to feed on. His dresser was covered will all sorts of things, from small things like stones and gems, to things like crossbows and arrows. 
                          
To his left of his room, a door was partly opened, which contained a room full of all sorts of gear like enchanted armor and weapons, which were hanged on the wall from smallest, to largest.
                          
Feeling drowsy, George slowly got up and dressed. Unsure of what to do, he decided to would go into Dream's room. He wasn't exactly sure why he liked or spend to much time in there. He made his way to the room and opened the door. Everything was neatly put away. Nothing was out of place.
                          
George went to go sit on Dream's bed, but one of the floorboards creaked so much, it would have woken up Sapnap, but he's a heavy sleeper so he didn't have to worry. George bent down to the floor to examine the floorboard. Maybe it was loose? He lifted the floorboard and what he found beneath it shocked him.
                          
There was a large chest below it. Out of curiosity, George opened it up and found a set of netherite armor, weapons of all sorts, dozens of potions, and so much more. Why would Dream have this? George quickly gathered up the items stored in the chest and headed to the living room. He dropped them onto the large table that sat in the middle of the oddly large living room.
                          
George had an idea of what Dream was planning. Something else was coming, Dream was planning a large attack. But for how long?


                          
Dream (Clay's) POV
                          
Dream has finally decided that today he would go back to his home to retrieve his belongings that he would be needing for the upcoming attack. He rushed home, not wanting to waist any time. When he arrived, he hadn't expected the house to have been changed so much. The bottom floor seemed the same, aside from the extensions. It wouldn't be that hard to find his room.
                          
Six minutes later, he arrived at his room. His eye widened when he saw one of the floorboards was removed. He quickly rushed to it. The chest was wide open, and everything was gone. Furiously, he rushed out of his room. Dream heard faint footsteps in the living room and snuck his way to there.
                          
He saw George pacing back and forth, all his weapons, armor, and potions were on the large table. An idea hit him. Dream rushed back to his room and headed for his closet, where he kept other items in a chest. He quickly grabbed a rope and a piece of cloth from the chest and returned to the living room.
                          
"Hello Georgie," Dream smiled right before he tackled George to the ground and tied his hands and legs together with the rope.
                          
George was about to scream, but Dream cut him off by placing the cloth in front of his mouth. George screams were just faint muffles. Dream chuckled to himself as he knelt down to face George.
                          
"I see you found my gear haven't you Georgie?"
                          
George glared at him while trying to escape from the ropes. Dream chuckled once more before walking up to his gear, "I'd love to stay but I have business to take care of. Goodbye Georgie, love you."  
                          
Dream vanished in a puff of smoke, (wow Dream is a magician now 👀) the items on the table disappeared along with him. George tried to scream, hoping that someone would hear him, but his screams were drowned out.


                          
I hate writing short chapters 🙄✋