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George thought they were joking when he was told his house was burned down. He didn't think someone hated him that much- well, maybe that wasn't true. So when he laughed and said he'd check it out he wasn't prepared. He ignored the SMP chat, filled with warnings to not go, as he sauntered in the direction of his house.
When he arrived, he felt tears prickle in his eyes. "My bridge!" He cried. Heterocromia eyes flickered to the house itself and he collapsed on his knees. Cool, wet tears slid down his cheeks as he stared at the spot his house had previously been. It wasn't there anymore.
The ground had been scorched, windows smashed in. Brim of the house no where to be seen, mushroom walls only smooshed and rotted. He couldn't bear the sight. The house he'd spent days and nights on. Gone. Just like that.
Surely there was something left, he hoped. His fish! George crawled over to his pond, looking for the cod with glassy eyes. His hopes sank when he couldn't see any signs of his unnamed fish. Sobs ripped through his throat as he doubled over. He cried, weeped, in grief. The one thing on this server that he felt proud of had been stripped away from him in the blink of an eye.
Dream POV~
He was mad. No, mad would be an understatement. He was furious- pissed, even. As he had been talking to Niki, hoping to buy some flowers for George's garden, Karl ran up to him, telling him someone had burned his friend's house to the ground. Dream had demanded to know who had done it and was informed it had been Tommy, the gremlin. He had to make the child pay, but in a later time.
Dream ran straight to George's house, not bothering to stop when people tried to stop him. The brunette was curled up on the ground in front of the pond crying his heart out. The masked boy glanced over at the damage and felt his blood boil. How dare they.
He crouched down next his friend, gently touching his shoulder. George's head snapped towards him and Dream's heart sank. His eyes were puffy and he looked absolutely broken. The masked man pulled the other into his arms, rubbing his back as he sobbed. He rubbed the other's back as his hoodie turned wet with tears.
George hiccuped quietly, clutching onto him with an iron grip. "They stole my fish," the colorblind boy informed him. "And burned my house to the ground.. Why would they do that, Dream?"
"I don't know George," he answered honestly. "But they shouldn't have." He pulled away from the embrace and lifted his mask slightly to kiss the brunette's forehead. "I'll fix it," Dream promised.
He sniffled and slowly stood up. His eyes were now puffy and red from crying. "We should tell Tubbo," George muttered, hiccuping a sob. Dream nodded, pulling his smiley face mask back over his face and grabbing the other's hand.
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Spotting the president up ahead, he called out to the younger, who turned, revealing Tommy beside him. Dream growled and let go of George's hand. He stomped forward, dismissing the citizens and cabinet members watching him, and decked the arsonist in the face. "DREAM!" Tubbo shouted in complete shock.
"You motherfucker!" The masked screamed. "You absolute piece of shit! I can't believe you!" He grabbed Tommy by the collar and brought his fist up to punch him again but Fundy grabbed it and pulled him away.
Tubbo stared at him, bewildered. "Why'd you do that, Dream?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. He glanced at George, shoulders going slack as he took in the pitiful look and tears. Dream once again yanked his fist back, startling the Dutch man, and turned back to Tommy.
The brit had moved out of his vision, annoying him once more. When heard George let out a yelp, he whipped around. He froze in shock and rage. Tommy was hugging his King. Why was he hugging his king? He nearly stepped forward until he saw George reciprocate the gesture, there were now fresh tears.
The masked man heard him muttering soft, encouraging words to the younger, who gripped his shirt desperately. He could hear him hiccuping into his shirt, apologizing repeatedly. George gently pulled back and smiled Tommy, who's face was bright red from the lack of breath by crying. "Can you help me fix my house?" He asked quietly, wiping away his tears.
The blonde sniffled and pulled himself to stand up straight. "Y-yeah," The other agreed. "Yeah, I can, Gogy." They both left quietly in the direction of the smoking house.
Dream stopped for a moment to go back and kiss his fiance on the forehead before trailing behind the two. He stayed a few feet behind them, he didn't hear anything being said. Sniffling came from George as the house came back into view. Tommy wordlessly wrapped an arm around his shoulders to comfort him.
"Do you have any left over materials?" The taller asked quietly. George nodded. "Have any reference pictures of it before... ya know." George nodded again. He brought out a camera from his inventory and clicked through until he found a picture to show.
Squinting, Dream could see it from afar. It was a picture of his fully finished house with Callahan standing at his window waving. Dream smiled at the cute picture. "OH!" Tommy suddenly shouted. "I still have your fish."
George's face lit up with the light of a thousand suns. "You do? Where is he?" He asked eagerly. The blonde brought up his message bar and it disappeared, but his fingers still typed as they walked. Private messaging someone, he guessed. Ranboo suddenly teleported beside the King and Vice-president, holding a bucket of water. A fish did a flip into the air and George's smile brightened even more. "My acrobatic fish!" He exclaimed, grabbing the bucket.
Ranboo smiled, canines flashing. "Hi, Gogy!" He cheered. "Can I help with the fixing up?" George nodded. They continued walking until they reached the broken bridge where the energetic king dumped his fish into the pond.
Tommy quickly got to work fixing the bridge while George started filling up his pond and Ranboo killed the rest of the small flames. Dream watched the three work for half an hour before deciding he wasn't needed. He turned and left to go talk to his fiance at L'manberg.
Hours later, when the sun was setting, he returned. Both worried of something happened and to check on his king. He trotted down the path to George's house and looked at the hobbit hole. It was repaired, he was glad to see, but the three weren't in sight.
Dream walked onto the property and spotted them immediately. The trio was passed out, from exhaustion probably, against the barrels. He could tell Tommy was the first to fall asleep by the way he was laying, with his arms limp and relaxed. George sat in the middle, both other boys leaning on him for support, hands in his lap and legs kicked out. Ranboo had his head ontop of the eldest and a hand clutching Tommy's forearm, who was completely snuggled up to the colorblind man.
The masked man smiled. It was an adorable site he admitted to himself. He took a quick picture and settled down on the bridge, bow in hand. Night was approaching and he didn't want anything to disturb the trio from their rest.