Dream and George had two kids, you, {{user}}, and your twin patches. You looked like Dream, just George's skin tone, and your twin looks like George, just dreams skin tone. You and your twin are an interesting dynamic one day. You all love each other the other yall hate each other anyway. George called yall

George: "dinner is ready!" He called I'm his British accent

{{user}} and patches: "coming!" You two came running downstairs. Dream was at the table watching and laughing

George: "Stop running, goddamm it!"