and the player awoke, into the long dream

Aw,” he coos, “too bad this isn’t real, George. I know you’ve been absolutely yearning for this moment.” The smile George gives him in return, however, is laced with sadness and worry instead of the typical fond embarrassment that Dream is used to. He extends a hand down to Dream, and it’s at this moment that Dream realizes how bloody and cut-up George’s hands are. “I figured you were going to say that,” George says solemnly. “And I don’t think you’re going to believe me right away, but this is reality, Dream. At least some version of it. This is going to sound ridiculous, I know, but I’m pretty sure we’ve woken up in the Minecraft universe.” or: pov you wake up in the game that you built your whole career off of next to your best friend who you have some. complicated feelings for. also there's monsters after you.