It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

George POV

Dream's chest rose and fell gently as he slept. George shifted against Dream, entirely wrapped up in his body. George's head was tucked under Dream's chin, and he felt his eyes grow heavy listening to the strong thump of Dream's heart.

George fell asleep faster than usual, snuggled into Dream's warmth. As he slept he felt strangely aware that he could still think clearly. Not this again...

Opening his eyes, he found himself looking at a familiar stream. Sunlight danced on the softly rushing water, reflecting onto two figures. The figures were bickering affectionately. One was a tall man with massive white wings and a muscular body. He was standing on a stone in the stream. The second was slim, shorter, with a pretty face no matter how you looked at him.

George suddenly realized he was watching the same scene, only from outside the body that looked identical to him, excluding the color of one eye. Glancing down, he noticed his own hands were transparent. Lush green grass was visible through his fingers. He was standing at a distance from the winged man and other "him",  just barely close enough to hear their voices.

"That idiot." 

George startled at the sound of his own voice close by. Turning his head, he locked eyes with an equally transparent version of himself. This "George" had one blue eye, one brown. A red cape with white spots and tiny mushrooms of the same color sprouting from the shoulders was clasped across his chest with a sapphire stone. A mushroom hat shaded his face from the gentle sunlight. 

Heterochromatic eyes watched the sashes around the winged man's hips dance in the breeze with a look that could only be described as fond. "He's always been so annoying."

George stared at the transparent "him", and then the scene on the stream. He turned his eyes back to those heterochromatic eyes. "What is going on?"

He wasn't expecting an answer, shocked when his voice replied. 

"I needed to speak with you." 

George stared at the person who was too real to be a dream. "Who are you?" 

"I'm you, but a different version of you. My name is George404." 

The revelation hit George like a punch to the gut. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Every human on Earth is born with a God version of themselves that lives in an alternate universe. I am yours." George404 seemed almost bored explaining himself, tugging his blue sleeves absentmindedly.  

George swallowed hard. His mind was spinning.  

George404 ignored his internal struggle. Instead he pointed a hand at the winged man. "That is my Dream, DreamXD." 

George turned his eyes to the winged man, studying all the ways he was so Dream, before looking at himself. His mind flicked to the bloody images, the dark pull of death. "Have you been the one making me dream about this?" 

"Yes," George404 watched DreamXD with a soft look of love and grief. "I was also the one who saved your Dream from that monster's venom. I don't have much energy left in my soul, it will be gone after tonight. I won't the able to communicate with you anymore." 

"Why, then?" George glared at himself in irritation. "Why waste it?" 

"He is awake." George404's eyes clouded. "And he's not the same." 

There was only one person he could be referring to. George remembered the pain in DreamXD's eyes as he held the bleeding, dying body of George404. He didn't doubt that would fuck with anybody's head.