Coming Undone by purplesunsets

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"How'd Clay finally get you to do it?" Wilbur asks while his avatar punches a tree on the screen.

"Do what? Visit him?" George furrows his brow, facing Wilbur in-game.

"Yeah, Florida is more than just a hop across the pond, y'know."

"It's only for two weeks. Plus, he's paying for my plane ticket, so why wouldn't I go?" George shrugs.

"He's literally your sugar daddy."

No, he's not. This is just business." George protests weakly. "We're going to record videos and stuff. Maybe we'll film an actual vlog this time."

"Just business, huh?" Wilbur smirks.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." Wilbur flashes him a shit-eating grin and George decides it's time to leave the game.

"Whatever. I need to start packing, anyway."

"You're only starting now? Your flight is in like three hours."

"Five hours."

Wilbur laughs and rolls his eyes. "Bye, George. Travel safely."

"Thanks. I'll text you later." George waves and ends the call.

His suitcase is face up on his floor. It's empty save for a bottle of Listerine that is probably too large to get past security without drawing suspicion.

(Nothing to see here, sir! Just fighting gum disease one swish at a time.)

He has a lot of work to do.

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"Did you hear about the killer on the loose?" Clay asks calmly while they walk through Disney together.

"The what?" George chokes on his overpriced Dasani.

Clay claps him on the back until he can breathe again. "I'm guessing you haven't heard."

"No shit." George roughly scrubs at his eyes which are watery from almost drowning on mediocre bottled water.

"The media has a stupid name for him—the Florida Fiend, I think." Clay chuckles lowly. "They could've at least tried to be creative."

Clay glances conspiratorially over his shoulder before saying in a hushed voice, "But rumor has it that there's actually a network of them. Scary stuff, right?"

"Yeah. Scary." George echoes. They pass Mickey Mouse, who waves at them, but George can barely manage a grimace in response. "Not that this isn't incredibly interesting, but why are you bringing this up now? We're in The Happiest Place on Earth and murder isn't exactly Mickey-approved."

Clay shrugs. "I don't know, I just figured it would be good to warn you sooner rather than later."

"Why? You think that he's going to kill me, or something?" George scoffs.

"No. Of course not." There's something cold and steely in Clay's voice. "You're safe with me."

"My knight in shining armor." George says dryly and bumps Clay with his shoulder. "Come on, the park is closing soon and I haven't even bought mouse ears yet."

"I'll pay if you get the rainbow sequin ones." Clay smirks.

"As if." George says, but then checks the tag of a random pair. "Thirty dollars? For what?"

"My offer still stands."

"I can't tell if you're making fun of me or making fun of my color blindness. But free is free, so I'll take it."