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Little Red and White Spots

George takes time alone to reflect until Dream comes along. They have a hard talk until Dream wants to find out if George's little secret is still as ticklish as he remembers.

WARNING: This fic very obviously implies abuse from parental figures. Nothing bad is outright stated or described, but the implication is there. Keep safe, avoid if you need to.

It all kicks off now

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George sat at his bedroom door and never felt more like a child. Uncomfortable memories flooded in of sitting in front of his childhood bedroom, trying and failing to keep out his parents. Adoptive parents. They would eventually barge in, as his child strength was no match against two adults, and he’d be dragged out to put on a show of just how normal he was to all the neighbours.

He never invested in a lock because he was too young and his parents wouldn’t allow it. Then when he was old enough he left with Sapnap and Dream as soon as he could. He never had a need for a lock until now. Now he was overwhelmed with that same feeling of craving safety and keeping the world out.

When he was anxious, his skin would itch. It was only as he was in the safety of his room George slowly removed the wraps from his arms, exposing the red patches of skin with white spots sprinkled on them.

George looked at the markings, a well of emotions bubbling up and confusing him. Shame and frustration playing tug of war. Whenever he caught a glimpse of red he wanted to pull on the wraps again, but his skin felt like it was burning.

A horrible silence was over the cottage; one George didn’t know if he could trust. He had no idea if Dream had come back in from his talk with XD. Or if they both came back. Or if their weird friend came back and all three of them were just having a talk without him.

The answer came from a light knock on the door. It wasn’t loud by any means but it was sudden and caused George to jump. His face flushed and heart raced as Dream spoke.

“George. XD’s gone.”

A few long seconds passed before George realised he should respond. “O-Okay…”

He waited for the sound of Dream stepping away but it never came. Instead his voice came again. “You don’t need to sit by the door… I won’t come in if you don’t want me to.”

George could feel his face turn red from being caught. Of course, Dream would know him so well. Dream was the first one George had ever told of his times against the door. Praying for just a night of uninterrupted sleep and deathly afraid whenever he heard the slightest noise in the house.

“I know!” George snapped back. It wasn’t anger he was feeling but it was easier to convey that then work through the mess of emotions in his heart.

“I’ll go if you want…” Dream’s voice was small. Hurt but trying to hide it. It tore at George’s heart.

“No!” He called back through the door. “You don’t need to leave.”

“Well I’ll just stay out here. I’ll be in the living room. We don’t have to talk.”

George waited for the sound of Dream walking away, before he realised he didn’t want that. “M-Maybe I want to talk…”

There was a moment of silence before Dream spoke again. “Do you?”

“I don’t know…” George’s voice verged on a growl. Frustrated with himself that he couldn’t figure out his own feelings. He felt just as weak and helpless as he did when he was a child.

But this was different. Because Dream would listen to him.

“I think I do.” George finally decided.

He heard the shuffling of Dream sitting down by the other side of the door and then Dream said. “Alright. We can talk. What do you want to talk about?”

A nagging horrid part of George told him to be quiet and to send Dream away, but the question had been on his mind and refused to shift.

“Why did that God look like me?”

He didn’t receive an answer, which was to be expected. It would be too much to expect Dream to know but the sliver of doubt that told him to be quiet also filled his head with horrible thoughts that Dream was somehow in on it.

Eventually Dream sighed. “I… I don’t know, George.”

“That was the God you told me about. The God you mentioned XD had taken you to. Why didn’t you tell me he looked like me?”

“Cause I wasn’t sure he did.”

That was a lie. The Dream Team were as close as three souls could be without sharing the same body. George could draw each of their faces perfectly in his sleep and Dream could do the same. There was no doubt Dream knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just…” Dream sighed to steady his breathing. “It wasn’t a lie. I knew you two looked similar but I couldn’t be sure you looked the same.”

“You didn’t think to mention that?”

“At the time I was just too happy I was back home. Back to you. By the time I remembered their face, XD not long showed up and wanted to chat and I was worrying over that.”

In a calmer state George would have understood. Dream had been stressing every day leading up to today. He was hardly sleeping and when he was it wasn’t for long. George wanted to understand but his mind refused to see anything clearly.

“Or you didn’t want me to know. Cause you wanted to see how I’d react when we met.” George coldly accused.

“I had no idea they’d be here! HD showing up was a surprise!”

HD. The name rang dead in George’s head.

“George?”

George snapped out of his thoughts, realising he’d been quiet for too long. “I’m still here…”

“This would be easier to talk if we could see each other.”

“Maybe…”

There was silence again.

“Can I come in?” Dream asked softly.

George shrugged to himself. “I guess…”

Rather than get up, George shuffled himself to the wall beside the door instead and drew his knees up to his chest while Dream walked in. He pushed the door open slowly, like he still expected some resistance. Then when he realised George had moved, he came in, slowly closed the door and settled himself in beside George by the wall.

Despite what Dream thought, it seemed more awkward to talk now. George kept his eyes down, focused on the carpet under him while Dream asked. “Did you recognise him?”

The question shifted uncomfortably in George’s head, the same way the name did. “No… Not really.”

“What do you mean?” Dream asked softly.

“He looks like me. Of course I would think I’d seen him before.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

George’s shoulders winced. “I want to talk about something else.”

Silence fell between the two again. George wished he would have listened to that nagging in him, telling him to keep quiet and not ask questions. Things were better when he didn’t know HD existed.

“Can I ask a question?” Dream broke the silence. George gave him a wary look and he explained himself. “It’s not about what happened. I promise.”

George still gave him a wary look but he nodded and allowed it.

“Why are the wraps off your arms? Do they hurt?”

Dream had been one of the few in George’s life to know of his marks. He’d been one of the few who would be allowed to ask that question. But even still George had to fight back the bite in his voice and gave a quick shrug.

“I dunno…” He lied.

“You just… you always try and hide them. I just wondered if it was something that happened to make you…”

“You want to know if it’s from meeting HD.”

Dream was quickly defensive. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. It was obvious!”

The marks over George’s arms was never a topic he allowed to be discussed for long. And that’s because his adoptive parents never allowed it. It was drilled into him to be unthinkable to mention.

“No-one will want to hang out with you. They’ll think you’ve got a disease.”

“Of course your arms are weird. They’re not normal to humans.”

The cruel words of his adoptive parents still rang in his head whenever he looked at his arms. George couldn’t remember much of his time before he was adopted. His earliest memory was being tired, kept awake for hours so the mushroom blush on his cheeks would be faded enough and his arms being wrapped up out of sight. When he asked about his marks they said he was a mooshroom hybrid.

But then why did he have to hide his marks? Hybrids were common, even in the village they lived in, so why did he need to cover up?

Their shame stuck deep in George, even when they were gone. But Dream had never looked at George with shame. When George felt brave enough to show his markings to Dream and Sapnap neither showed any sign of disgust. They were wowed and understandably curious. It made him feel normal.

“I always liked your arms…” Dream mumbled from the silence. George gave a glance over to see Dream look unusually meek. “They’re unique.”

They’re gross. George’s natural reaction was to say that, but he swallowed it back down. That was his parents words. Not his. He didn’t really know how he felt about his arms, he was always just told. They were an inconvenience to him, but only because he let them be.

“Are they still ticklish?”

A tingle ran through George’s arms, and not the usual from his self doubt. He looked over to Dream, eyes widened at the smirk the blonde was giving him.

“No!” George’s voice came out in a yip, which brought a blush up to his cheeks. He tried to subtly shift away but Dream moved suddenly and it sent George into a panic. He tried to quickly get up and run but Dream grabbed his thigh and squeezed.

George fell with a half laugh, half yell. He was on his side, looking up to Dream as his friend leaned over him. “S-Stop!”

“If you just answer me, I will.” Dream shrugged as he slowly made his way forward.

“I did! Thehey’re nohot!”

“You’re lyiiiiiing~”

George whined, growing louder and louder the more Dream loomed over him. “Gehet off!”

It was not a good idea to push Dream away with the limbs he was currently targeting but George didn’t really think of that at the time. He pushed his arm up against Dream’s chest, trying to shove the blonde away from him. He did not expect it to really work but Dream was pushed back further than he should have been, then Dream ducked his head down and blew a raspberry right over and red and white patch over the arm pushing him.

George shrieked and jumped. He pulled his arm away and tried to crawl out from under Dream, but Dream just grabbed his sides, tickling and pulling him back. “Oh no no no~” He teased.

“Stop! AA-aha! Stohop! Not the ri-IHIhihiHibs!”

Dream’s fingers scribbled up and down George’s ribs. George writhed and struggled, trying to twist himself away but it left his arms vulnerable. His arms were trying to protect his ribs, but what was protecting his arms?

When George was laughing and frenzied enough, Dream grabbed one of his arms and pinned it down. He leaned down, blowing another raspberry over the mushroom patches, but also nibbled and rubbed his beard up and down the sensitive skin. His other hand tickled in George’s armpit.

George kicked his legs, throwing his head back in a deep laugh. His free arm hit into Dream’s shoulder and pushed at his head, but the blonde menace was not moving. His fangs scrapped over George’s skin. It tickled so madly, the shockwave through his skin almost felt fuzzy. Like it was tickling him from the inside. A particularly overly ticklish raspberry right near his elbow made George twist his body, sending a knee into Dream’s side and pushing.

Dream was caught off guard and tried to hold strong, but George got just the right angle to really dig in at his ribs and it went from annoying to hurting real quick. He let himself be kicked back and let go of the arm, but when George tried to scramble away again he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

“Don’t! Dohon’t!” George giggled. He hugged his arms in close to his chest, but it was impossible to protect them both.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Dream laughed. He let go of George’s ankle, but kept his hand on George’s thigh.

“You’re-You’re going to!” George squeaked. He thought of escape, but knew if he didn’t have a right plan he was as good as caught. “Leave my arms a-ahalone!”

“Do you think your arms are sensitive because of the red and white patches? Or because you keep them wrapped up all the time?” Dream grinned. The sight of those canine fangs made George squeal again, and turned his arms away.

“They’re not sensitive!”

“No? You’re just hiding them because you want to?”

George huffed and folded his arms under himself. It arched his back awkwardly but his arms were safe from any attack.

“Well... That’s no help to you.” Dream tilted his head. He grinned again, his hands forming into claw shapes and he tickled George’s outstretched ribs. “You’re just presenting your ribs to me.”

“S-Stohop! STOP!” George wiggled side to side but it didn’t help him. He still refused to uncover his arms, but his laughs hiccuped with desperation. “Thahat tihickles!”

“Well duh! I’m tickling you.” Dream snorted. His skittering fingers moved down and curled around, getting the back of George’s ribs. “Coochie coochie coo~”

“St-ohop! AH!” George gasped, arched his back and wiggling as the tickling continued. “Ple-ehase! He...ehehaha! Not-Not thehehere!”

“Yes there. And I’m going to keep tickling you there until you show your arms again.”

“Thehen you’ll t-tickle my ahaharms!”

“Maybe.” Dream shrugged. “But you’ll never know. And I’ll just keep tickling these ribs until you show them.”

“The... Th-Thehere weheird!”

Dream’s hands slowed, and his voice came out softer. “No they’re not...”

The tickling didn’t stop, but Dream’s hand slowed enough where George wasn’t giggling. A tense mood descended in the room.

“My...” George’s voice was small. “My parents said...”

“I don’t care what your parents said!” Dream’s voice was rough but never snapped. At least not at George. He still realised his tone was harsh, and he pulled his hands back. “S-Sorry...”

“No. It’s fine.”

It was fine, though some ugly emotion in George’s heart told him it shouldn’t be. He probably should have felt offence for the people who raised him, but he couldn’t. When George had been told the news his parents had passed away, his response was nothing more than a “huh”. He returned home and buried them – he owed them that much respect at least – but even as the burden of them was gone, their words stuck with him like shrapnel lodged into his heart.

Dream climbed off George and George slowly pushed himself to sit up. The red and white patches came into view again and he couldn’t help the wince his body gave.

“I didn’t realise you still hated them so much.” Dream’s voice was soft like an apology.

“I don’t hate them I just... I don’t know.” George shrugged. “It’s just hard to not hear their words or remember their sneers to them.”

“Me and Sapnap always loved them.” Dream offered hopefully. A small smile grew on his lips, that George couldn’t help but smile at as well.

“That doesn’t count.” He snorted. “Sap’s a demon. You got...those.” He pointed to Dream’s ears.

“Uh! Excuse you! Everyone loves these ears.” Dream made a show of wiggling the large ears. George laughed then. “And well... Yeah we’ve had people look at us strangely but we’re no stranger than most people in this world. Your marks aren’t out of the ordinary from any mooshroom hybrid. It’s just your parents weird...whatever it was.”

Whatever issue they had, it was buried with them.

“Do you want to wrap them up again?” Dream softly offered, pulling George from his thoughts. “I’ll help if you do.”

George managed to look down, staring at the marks without cringing for a few seconds more. “I... I don’t know... No.” He looked away and and folded his arms around himself. “I just feel weird today.”

“I really didn’t know HD would be here. But I am sorry...”

The offer was genuine and touched George’s heart. It cleared his cloudy thoughts for a moment. Enough to work through the jagged thoughts of the God.

“I honestly don’t know how to describe it. My head is telling me I don’t remember HD at all. But there’s something that does. Just a feeling. When I look at them it’s like I should know them. But my mind says I don’t. But he looks like me! Like how you and XD look so I think... I have to...”

Dream listened silently, not daring to interrupt his friend speaking until George’s voice started to break. He shuffled himself over and leaned his shoulder to George’s. “Listen. You don’t need to think on it right now. HD’s left, XD’s going to check on him. When things are settled we can work it out from there.”

It was a fair offer, but George couldn’t see it as a good thing. Because even if something in his heart did remember HD, something from long ago, it didn’t stop him now from asking the uncomfortable question.

If we are connected somehow...then why did you leave me?

Even if the thought was uncomfortable, George did feel better talking it out. Enough to come out of his room and face the rest of the day. Of course that would just be cleaning the kitchen from the mess of their morning baking.

“Damn you make such a mess when you’re baking.” Dream said, pulling out wooden spoons and various other utensils covered in dough.

“We were both baking, idiot!” George snapped back with a smile. “Start with the stuff in the sink. I’ll get wipes for the counter.”

George left the kitchen to the sound of clutter and water running in the sink, but there was another sound that caught George’s ear. Footsteps. Footsteps crunching over the grass outside. George was too realistic to think it would be XD coming back. He carefully sneaked over to just get a peek out the window, and his fear was realised.

“Bad is coming!” George shouted back.

Dream came to the doorway of the kitchen, a wooden spoon still in his hand. “Why is he here?! Does he ever come visit?!”

“No! It’s not...”

It was not Bad. George realised it the closer the demon got. He did not have his usual black robes on, or his guard outfit for the prison. He was in red robes, and followed by people wearing the same.

Fear in it’s purest form ran through George’s veins and he turned back to Dream. “Dig the blocks out from the kitchen! Get out and run to the woods!”

“What?!”

George bolted to the door to lock it, but before his hand could touch it, it swung open. Bad waltzed in, quickly followed by his glass eyed followers. Two immediately jumped onto George and wrestled with his flailing limbs until he was on the ground.

“BAD! Stop!” George screamed, but it wasn’t Bad. Bad’s white eyes were now red and distant. He had an unnatural smile stretched on his face. And a red vine weaving through his hair.

“Don’t fight George. We won’t hurt you.” Bad’s voice spoke, far too calm for the smile on his face. “We just need you to help us find Dream.”

George’s hopes that Dream had made it out were dashed as he heard a crash from the kitchen. Some of the followers had spread out and searched the house. One lay limp on the floor, blood slowly oozing from his head as Dream held a bloodied pan. He swung at the next follower who came near him, but he couldn’t fight them all off as they swarmed him. He growled and grunted like a wild animal, but Dream was wrestled to the ground.

“NO! You should have run, you idiot!”

“He’s here! I knew he would be! This makes it so much easier.”

Bad glided to the still struggling Dream. The follower bleeding from the head slowly rose up. His steps were wobbly but his face was blank. George recognised him. He ran a stall selling fish at the market. George recognised all of them. They were all citizens of Kinoko Kingdom. They were his neighbours, and now each of them had some red vine crawling up their necks.

“Your struggling will only lead to pain. We best take him sedated.” Bad’s voice faked sympathy. He brought a potion from his robes and despite how hard he tried, Dream’s mouth was forced open and just a few drops of it knocked him out.

George kicked and struggled just as much as Dream had, but the followers on him were unmoving. He got close enough to bite at one of their hands but all that did was fill his mouth with blood and the follower didn’t even react.

“It will all make sense soon, George.” Bad stepped closer, the potion ready in his hands.

“W-Wait! I... I won’t fight. I’ll come easy...”

Bad smiled sadly. “I know that’s a lie George. I’m sorry to do this, but when you wake up everything will be better.”

George lost the fight as Dream had and his mouth was forced open. The potion spilled just a few drops in his mouth. It mixed with the blood, tasted awful but it’s effect was instant. The world went dizzy and George slipped from consciousness as he heard Bad barking orders.

“Clean every room. Leave no trace anything happen.”

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