Clay sat on the white typical wedding seat, watching his uncle kissed the bride. Lots of claps and cheers and howls broke the silence. Clay also clapped, congratulating the married couple then went back to his meal. Wearing vest wasn't his type, he would rather finish eating and change back to his usual clothes, but that would be disrespectful. He has to wait for how long? 30 mins? 1 hour? 2? Oh well, he would get his suit change, that was his plan.

Sadly- it didn't went that way.

Because after cleaned his mouth and about to leave, green eyes caught something moving.

The wedding was set up next to the forest, a very natural, untouched by human, forest. And Clay saw something red, peaking behind a tree, the dissapeared. Curiosity killed the cat? Muffin that.

Then Clay saw it again, behind the tall grass. It dissapeared again.

All what happened after that was Clay chasing that red tint. He couldn't tell what was it, an animal? Definetely not a squirrel or a ladybug. He didn't even knew he was deep in the forest.

Then again, the red tint. It was close to him, hiding in bunches of red mushrooms. Clay didn't bother about his vest anymore, with a jump, he was on the air, then landed down on dirt like a fox.

...

His two hands are cupped. He got it.

- P-please don't hurt me!! - A voice shout in his hands. Clay's eyes widened.

It can talk?

Clay sat up, slowly opened his hands. And what was inside got him no single word spoken. There, a small human, curling in fear. It was wearing a red cape and a red white-spotted mushroom toadstool as the hat. It was shaking.

And Clay wanted to boop it.

...

Muffins, this is not time for that.

He was holding something so magical, but also so small and fragile. If he were this tiny creature, he would've screamed and- well, he didn't know what to do. And now? He didn't know how to comfort the creature either.

Clay gently put the mushroom creature on land, freed it from his palms. It noticed, slightly looking up at the giant.

- Y-you're not going to hurt me?

It was clearly a male voice. A young one. Clay shook his head.

- No, why would I? Oh- I- I'm sorry for scaring you. I was just curious.

- For sure?...

- For sure.

The creature, still scared but at least not trembling, stood up. And god, he was so so small. Clay sat on the ground, put his hand next to him, measured. About 2/3 tall. The mushroom man gave Clay a better look now. He was wearing a blue shirt, dark blue pants, his hair was brown and so his eyes. He also wore brown boots. On his forehead was glasses. Clay couldn't took his eyes of him. Do fairy tales exist? Doubt that, but this tiny creature exist.

- Thank you, for not hurting me. - The small said.

Surely he was making an awkward moment. Both of them.

- Hey. - Clay said without context - Are you human?

The red mushroom looked up at the blonde, shaken his head.

- No. My kind is called Mooshgi. Our kind elvolved from a special mushroom land, humans aren't familiar with that.

- Like- in fairy tales? Myths?

- You can refer to that, except we're real, and we're not mystical or anything. We're just living creatures.

Clay's mind was blowing. Did he just discovered magic--

- Well- I guess I should leave. I shouldn't have went and watched the wedding.

- Oh, it's my uncle's.... wait, you're leaving?

The brunette questioned.

- You don't want to?

Its obvious okay? First, he just discovered something billions of people might didn't know, so Clay would get excited. Clay wanted to know more of this mysterious living creature, about his origin, his home, or just basically.... be friends? Imagine how the muffin cool is that. But- well, it wasn't just that. This mushroom man- this Mooshgi, he seemed calm, and friendly. Clay could've just left and left all of that an experience, but-.... Clay didn't want to. Again.

- It's really rare to meet a kind like you-.... - Clay cleared his throat, trying not to get any unnatural - So... I want to know more, you know?.... Like....

- Stop. Stop please. - He was interrupted. - I can't let you, it'll be too dangerous.

- How dangerous? I just want to-

- I don't want to get caught. Our kind don't want to get caught. We.... we are rare.... we don't have many left..... - The Mooshgi said with a saddened tone.

Oh.

Clay could imagine. Not all humans are good. If he told everyone about his newfound discovery, then its likely the forest won't be safe. HE won't be safe.

But luckily, Clay proud of himself for keeping secrets. He also have secrets. He's a good secret keeper.

- I promise.

- What?

- I just-.... I just want to befriend with you. I won't tell a single soul. Promise.

The Mooshgi looked at the giant blonde did an action. Zip mouth. Throw away. Then Clay winked.

His wink was stupid.

The Mooshgi let out a sigh. Maybe, he won't get dangered. HE won't get dangered.

- Promise. - The Mooshgi said with a smile.

Hold up- Clay- um, you're fine there?

- OH SHOOT!!! - Clay yelled, making the small jumped. - I forgot I have to go back!! Oh my god I'm so so screwed!!

- My name's George by the way.

Clay stood, listened carefully every single word the brunette said. He turned back and smiled.

- You can call me Dream.

- Dream? What kind of name is that??

- Better than Clay, at least.

The two made eye contact.

- Clay is a stupid name.

Clay wheezed.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

Consequences? Clay got it. He had to wash his vest by hand. Though a boring wedding and a suit exchange for a tiny mushroom man named George was totally worth it.

It took him a whole afternoon to finally could hanged those wet clothes dry. He was exhausted, but the idea of meeting George again fueled the blond with joy and exciteme-

- You are not leaving the house until night. - Said his mom.

- What?? But mom--

- No excuses. Your behaviours in the wedding explained enough. Act like an adult, young man.

He murmured sorry and went back to his bed. Clay picked up his phone to realize, he forgot to plug the charge in electric source. Fu- Clay groaned loudly, made sure his phone was surely charging, and dropped himself on the pillow. The wedding wasn't over, so he was home alone.

- Psst. Dream.

Clay shot up. That voice. George was leaning on the window outside his room, knocking. The blonde immediately jumped out of bed and went opened the glass. There he was, infront of him, the tiny red mushroom, carrying something.

- You're.... back- how did you find me??

- I was following you all the time. I need food anyway. - George said, taking out from his bag made of grass something yellow.

Clay saw powdered yellow thing, texture like clay. (hah-)

- That's your food? Pixie dust?

- I'm not Tinker Bell, Dream - George rolled his eyes - These are flower pollens. I couldn't find ground bees honey. These were in your garden, anyway.

And one second thought there idiot Clay thought George's diet was dirt or something. Ew.

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

Clay is a curious human. The curious human asked the Mooshgi a few questions. The Mooshgi replied back with a long story. A story, a tale, no human kind knew.

The Fungaelian. That was what George's species named themselves. Evolved millions years ago, just later than the evolution of human a few centuries. Despite of their tiny size, Fungaelians are quite intelligent and creative. They learned and copied human acts, created their language, each generation were far wiser than their ascendants. However evolving along human side by side, Fungaelian genes drawback their ability of giving offsprings. And so while the human population grew rapidly, not so much his species. What even worse, land expansions increased, wars occured, even the pollution could easily kill weak mushrooms. And apparently, George was the only one left of the Mooshgi in Britain.

- I barely even know my ascendants. Other kinds.... they just gone. Last time I saw them was years ago. - George slowly told.

Clay exhaled a sigh, chuckled. Poor little one. Sometimes, you just hate your kind for what they did to others.

- What about you Dream?

- Me? - Clay tilted his head - Well, I'm Dream, my real name is Clay, and I'm stuck with my family.

- Is that it? Come on Dream, there's got to be more of it. - The brunet whined with a British accent.

- Well... - Clay lied his head on window's edge. - I'm a youtuber. A Minecraft youtuber.

- Minecraft? Youtuber? What even is that?

The blonde realized this mushroom man had no clue what he was talking. Maybe because George wasn't familiar with modern stuffs, after all he lived in the forest. And so....

One giant, one small, sitting by the window. George understood quite quickly, though Clay had fun watching George's reactions, even wheezed kettle-noise when George tried to use his phone, which, bigger than him three times. Clay showed the Mooshgi his channel, about 1,000 subs, his friend Sapnap and other Minecraft youtubers. George was fascinated. They spent until night fell watching videos, laughing. Time flew fast, sadly.

- So.... I'll see you again?

- Probably, I'm not too busy except finding foods anyway. - Said George.

He's living a comfy life it seemed. But Clay knew it wasn't just that, all alone in the forest while avoiding any predators like snakes and birds? He could imagine.

- I should go back home. See you later, Dream.

- Bye George. - And with that, the tiny red mushroom dissapeared from his sight.

Clay dropped on his bed again. Everything just happened like stepping out of a fairy tale. He wanted to tell someone so badly, like Sapnap or BadBoyHalo. No, he's a good secret keeper. He had always been. This magical story, only known for two. And Clay just happened to be one.

~~~

It was a good pebble house still, despite its age through years of standing. There were a table and a chair made of thin twigs, a flower blue petal as rug, and a small fireplace warming the area. George took of his hat and cape, completely looked like a human, sat down and enjoyed his pollen meal. Today was surely a special day.