hellooooo everyone

here's a catboy gogy cause I needed it

3rd Person P.O.V.

George yawned, stretching out his back. His thin tail dangled low, almost brushing the ground. His head rested on his folded arms, quite low energy.

"George?" Dream called, voice cracking through the speakers. "Are you still there?"

"Mhm, 'm here," George mumbled. His ears laid low, almost flat against the top of his head. He was so sleepy, and the volume on the computer was too loud.

"You sound tired," Dream observed. "I'll leave the call, you should get some sleep. Oh, also, I have a surprise for you on Wednesday."

"Wednesday, mhm," George repeated, words slurred together. Dream let out a wheezy chuckle, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Goodnight, George."

"G'night." Dream ended the call, and George was immediately conked out, head resting on his arms. His long, striped tail wrapped around his small body, curled into his side. Soft, rumbly snores escaped his throat, on the verge of purring. George was content and comfortable like this.

~

The brunette woke up some time later, darkness surrounding him. His eyes adjusted easily, pupils widening. His eyesight was feline in nature, and in bright light, George had thin, tall pupils as a cat would. He hated it– he hated his cat-like appearance, his ears and tail, all of it. He just wanted to be normal.

George sighed, checking his phone. It was nearly 3 am. His tail swished in annoyance at his sleeping schedule– or rather, the lack thereof. Being part cat, George slept a lot. And that made his days fragmented and erratic, naps interspersed into his day. At least he had a job that worked well with his strange schedule, working as a freelance programmer. And socially, George was fine too because all of his friends lived across the world.

He had life figured out. And as long as George could keep control over his small England apartment, then his secret was safe and there was no need to worry.

But things never seem to go as planned. And early morning on Wednesday, George was awoken by a knock at his door.

He was up quickly, aware and on alert. He figured it could be a delivery of some sort, but it might've been a bit too early for that. He decided to wait it out– surely whoever was at the door wouldn't be too persistent?

Wrong. The knocks got louder, his phone going off a few times. Cautiously, George snatched his phone off his nightstand, ears swiveling to face the direction of his front door as his body twisted.

Dream: george check ur door!!!

Dream: george!!

Dream: helloooooooo??

George: ???

George felt a lump in his throat. Behind him, his tail thrashed back and forth, fearful reality settling into his brain. Dream. Dream was at his door. That had to be it!

What was he supposed to do? Dream was his best friend... but he didn't know about George's feline side. And he would probably think it was weird! Everyone else who had ever learned his secret had called him weird...

But on the other hand... it was Dream. Dream; George's first real friend. Dream; the man who had always been there for him. Dream... somebody George trusted.

Quickly, he got up, throwing on an oversized hoodie and tucking his tail in. George added a beanie for good measure, wincing as he shoved his delicate cat ears underneath the fabric.

"Coming!" He called, padding down the hall and to the door. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"George!" It was definitely Dream; George would know that voice anywhere. He had to look up to get a clear view of Dream's face, eyes widening slightly and cheeks gaining a dusting of pink. Dream had his dirty blond hair up in a bun, tied back with a black ribbon. He had a huge smile on his face, his smooth lips framing slightly crooked white teeth. His jawline was well-defined, and his stubble was evenly grown in.

"Uh-" George was cut off by Dream's arms wrapping around him tightly, squeezing the life out of him. George gasped, scrunching his shoulders uncomfortably. "Hi Dream..."

"Oh!" Dream let go, giving an apologetic look. "Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally see you in person!"

"Right... and um, why are you here, exactly?" George questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It was a surprise..." Dream frowned, looking guilty. "Do you not want me here? I knew I should've asked first..." He muttered, face falling. "I'm really sorry, George. If you don't want me here, I'd understand."

"No! Ah- um-" George cleared his throat awkwardly. "What I meant to say is, no, you can stay here. Um... why don't you come inside?" The brunette backed against the door, allowing Dream to enter his apartment.

"Thanks, George. And again, I'm so sorry I didn't ask before showing up. It was kinda impulsive..." George chuckled softly, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"Yeah, it was definitely an impulsive decision." He led Dream into his house, grimacing at the state of his home. "Sorry about the mess. I uh- I wasn't expecting company." Looking around, George realized how gross his apartment had gotten. Since he never left, and nobody else ever came in, it was in a permanent state of disarray. It worked for George, but now that Dream was here, he would have to step up his game.

"It's totally fine! I don't mind," Dream shrugged, smiling. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the tiny detail made George smile as well. "So, George... I never took you as a hat person."

"What?" The brunette frowned, tilting his head.

"Your beanie," Dream noted, pointing. "I didn't think you would be a hat person." George put his hand to his head, touching the soft fabric of his beanie.

"Oh... I'm not really..." His voice had a slight quiver to it. Dream stepped closer, squinting.

"What are you hiding, George?" The blond wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I'm not-"

"I've known you forever, I can tell when you're lying." Dream grabbed onto the beanie, eyes narrowed. "What are you hiding?" George felt the beanie getting pulled off his head, immediately forcing his eyes shut and scrunching his face up. He didn't try to stop Dream, just let it happen.

"Oh my god!" Dream gasped. George covered his face, embarrassed. His ears were now exposed, pressed flat against his head. George felt tears start to prick at his eyes, cheeks hot with shame. "George..."

"I know! I'm- I'm a freak!" He cried, falling to his knees. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

"Wait, George-"

"Please don't hurt me! I won't ever bother you again, none of this ever happened, and-"

"George." Dream's voice was firm, and he placed a (hesitant) hand on George's shoulder. The cat hybrid looked up, looking sad and pitiful. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not upset or anything, okay?" Dream reassured. "Although this is... strange... I'm still your friend."

"Dream-"

"George." Dream kneeled down so that he was closer to the brunette. "Really, it's okay. I can't say that any of this makes sense, but... it's okay." George stared at Dream with wide eyes, sniffling softly.

"It's okay?" He repeated, letting out a huff of breath. "It's okay..."

"You can be yourself around me, George. I want you to know that. Even if you have... cat ears..." Dream sighed, squinting at the unexpected feature. Silently, George let his tail out from under his hoodie, breathing a sigh of relief when it was freed from the fabric prison. Dream's expression was one of shock, and George immediately shrunk down.

"Sorry..." He mumbled.

"No, no, you're good. Just... trying to wrap my head around all of this," the blond responded. "You gotta admit, it's a lot to take in." George rubbed his hand up and down his arm, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeah..."

"It's not a bad thing, George. I think it's... intriguing," Dream admitted. George's ears perked up, turning toward Dream. The blond raised his eyebrows, staring at the large cat ears that sat on top of George's head. "So, you're part cat, huh?" He mumbled, mostly to himself. "Does that mean-" Dream reached out, scratching George in-between his ears.

"Oh!" The brunette gasped, leaning into Dream's touch. Without a second thought, quiet purrs of happiness escaped his chest, rumbling up through his throat. Dream grinned, proud that he had made George purr so easily.

"Aww..." The blond cooed, eyes crinkling as he looked at George. The hybrid's ear twitched, swiveling to catch every sound. "Oh my god, you're so much like a cat!"

"Well, yeah," George scoffed. "I'm literally part cat, why wouldn't I be?" Dream shrugged, humming.

"I dunno. This is all new to me," he reminded. "But I guess it makes sense. Even your personality is cat-like."

"Shut up," George mumbled, huffing. Dream smiled, shaking his head and gently petting the brunette's head. George's eyes closed, consistent purrs escaping his throat.

"You're so cute," Dream murmured, scratching between George's ears fondly. "I'm so glad I'm here." The hybrid opened his eyes, curiously glancing up at Dream.

"Really?"

"Of course! First of all, I got to meet my best friend in person," Dream started, staring into George's brownish eyes. "And second, I got to meet the cutest person I've ever seen." George sucked in a breath, cheeks turning pink.

"Dreeeeaaaammmmm!" He whined, covering his face. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," Dream retorted quickly, pulling George closer so his head rested in Dream's lap. Once the initial shock of the change had worn off, George settled in against Dream's legs happily. He sighed, letting the blond pet him gently as he purred, easily slipping into a catnap.

They were both at peace, George, because of the comfort Dream provided, and Dream because he had an adorable cat hybrid boy sleeping in his lap. They made each other happy, and their relationship would grow and flourish over the years. They made a great pair, their differences only bringing them together.

ah yes

that's what we call shame

why did I write this

I'm literally in class