today I read Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x reader fanfic and I still don't know how to feel about it
welp
TW: strange behavior, fainting
Previously…
"Bye." Wilbur hung up, and Dream was left in the immediate silence of his home. Patches had long since finished her breakfast, and was now off somewhere doing who-knows-what. George wasn't answering, Wilbur was catching a train, and Sapnap would probably still be asleep, since it was only 7 am in Texas.
Sighing, Dream sat down at his computer, getting to work on a coding project for a customer. He needed to take his mind off of everything, plus it would be nice to get this done early so he wouldn't have to worry about it.
Still, George lingered in the back of his mind. When he finished his project, Dream couldn't help but worry over what Wilbur would find. He only hoped it would be okay.
3rd Person P.O.V.
Wilbur walked along the sidewalk, humming the tune to a song he was working on. He counted the buildings as he passed them, looking for the one that housed his friend.
It was cold outside, a grey day with the slightest drizzle. It was pretty typical weather for England, and Wilbur wasn't too thrown off by it. He had a jacket for a reason.
He sighed, finally coming up to the building he was looking for. From the outside, George's apartment seemed dark, almost uninhabited. Wilbur frowned for a moment, before brushing it off. He was fairly certain Dream was just stressed and that nothing was really wrong with George, but there was no harm in checking in. Plus it would be nice to see the brunette again.
Wilbur knocked on the door, a gentle rap that echoed slightly in the quiet still of grey skies. There was no response.
"C'mon George…" Wilbur grumbled, knocking louder this time. Still no answer. Wilbur sighed, calling Dream.
"Wilbur?" Dream picked up on the first ring, anxiety twisting its way into his voice.
"Hi, Dream. So I'm outside George's place, and I don't think he's home." Wilbur leaned to the side, peeking in through the windows. "The whole house is dark and nobody came to the door. He's probably been busy lately, no need to worry."
"No, Wil, please," Dream begged softly. "Look, I'll call him. Please don't leave yet," the blond insisted. Wilbur sighed, nodding even though Dream couldn't see him.
"Alright. If that'll help you, then I can wait."
"Thank you Wil, really I can't thank you enough." Dream hung up, leaving Wilbur standing awkwardly outside George's door. He stood there for a couple minutes, listening for any sign of life inside George's place. There weren't any, which didn't concern him. Wilbur was almost certain that George just wasn't home.
Dream, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. All he knew was that George had been acting weird lately, and now he wasn't answering his door. Dream knew the brunette was sometimes hesitant to answer the door unless he was expecting someone, but Wilbur had mentioned that his apartment seemed empty, like no one had been living there for a while now.
Dream called George, tapping his toes as the familiar ring buzzed past his ears. It was on the last ring, almost at voicemail, when there was a click of the line.
Dream frowned, eyes narrowed. "Hello? George?"
"...Hi…" George mumbled, voice slow and almost slurred.
"Uh…" Dream's eyebrows furrowed, trying to push back the worry. "Hey. Are you home right now?"
"...Mm…" George hesitated, almost as if he was thinking about it. "...Yeah. I'm home."
"Alright. Would you go check your door please?" Dream requested.
"...Why…?"
"Just go. Please?"
"...Mm… yeah. Okay." There was some rustling from George's side, painfully slow footsteps against the floor. Dream could hear every movement, just faintly.
"George?" He called, hoping for a response. "Hello? Can you hear me?" George didn't respond, but Dream could still hear footsteps. Then there was a dial tone, and Dream was left wondering what George was trying to do.
Wilbur hummed to himself, texting one of his band members about an event. Suddenly, there was a crash from inside the house, as if something had fallen over. Wilbur frowned, unsure of what to do. He waited it out, hearing unsteady footsteps and shuffling slowly getting closer to the door.
Wilbur was more concerned now. It was taking George an awfully long time to answer the door, and he probably wouldn't have answered at all if Dream hadn't called him. The musician sighed. He had been wrong to dismiss Dream's worries, and he knew that now. He made a mental note to apologize to the blond later, but for now he had to check on George.
The brunette was painstakingly slow, and it worried Wilbur. He was afraid of what he would see when George finally answered the door. It could be so many things… ranging from exhaustion to some sort of horrible illness. He hoped it was something manageable, because he wanted his friend to be okay.
The doorknob turned slowly, soft clicks coming from the brass piece. Wilbur was immediately on alert, watching with wide eyes as the door finally opened, revealing the cause for concern.
There was no way to put this lightly. George looked horrible. Well, he was still good-looking, but he looked sick and incredibly run-down. Wilbur couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips from the sight of his friend. George's skin was pale; even more than usual, and he had deep purple bags under his eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days. His hair was wild and knotted, greasy from neglect. His gaze was dull, maybe even unseeing. He barely seemed to acknowledge Wilbur's presence, which was odd for the normally excitable brunette.
"George?" Wilbur asked nervously, frowning. George didn't respond, he didn't even flinch when Wilbur waved a hand in front of his face. "George? Hello?" He stepped closer to George, barely reacting in time when the brunette's eyes rolled back into his skull and his body crumpled. Wilbur caught George, easily supporting his weight as he stood in shock.
What could be wrong with him?
I think I'll go play Stardew Valley now
