[Dreamnotfound]Anarchy

Chapter Four; The Ring

George followed Dream as they were escorted to the locker room. The friends followed them staying in a close huddle with Tubbo in the center since he was the youngest. Even in the locker room they all clustered together.

Dream handed George armor and weapons. The brunette put it on. He was nervous. Very nervous. Of course he was who wouldn't! He was about to face the unbeatable champion that only Sap was able to survive. Dream nudged him.

"Don't worry if you keep your since and don't freak out you'll be fine."

"That doesn't make me feel better"

"Wasn't supposed to"

George growled as Mr J's men pushed him and Dream into a corridor. Light and cheers came from the end, this is it.

"If it comes to it play dead mole" Dream whispered before he was pushed forward.

Mr J's voice rang over the intercom.

"People of Manburg! I introduce to you your champion!"

The cheers became more wild as Dream walked out of the hall. Fans hungry for voilance. The pit in George's stoumch grew bigger as he was shoved forward into the light.

"And now, Ladys and gentlemen, his challenger! The newest mole!"

The crowd erupted into taunts and sneers

"Die mole!"

"Kill that dirt eater!"

"Can't run back to your little burrow now mole!"

George took a deep breath and pulled out the sword that Dream gave him. He and Sap fought people plenty of times back home. This time he's just going against an unbeatable champion it'll be fine.

"Begin!"

They began to circle each other sizing the other up. Sap had given George some pointers on how to fight Dream.

"Dont make the first move Dream will emediately try to knock you down. We don't have as much experience so we'll be off balanced."

So George waited. Dream was a tactical fighter, but the way he was walking. He seemed more like a preaditor sizing up his prey. He was threatening, and the mask didn't help. Finally Dream made his move, he ran at George and swung his age. The brunette barely dodged the blade of the axe narrowly missing his head. George swung his sword up and nicked Dreams chin. Dream quickly dodged George's next swing and took advantage of George's unbalanced figure kicking his back, sending him face first into the ground. George quickly tried to roll away, he was able to get onto his back but the rest of his escape was blocked by Dreams axe. The yellow man was on top of him, aiming a punch to George's face. George quickly pushed him away by the mask, his fingers accidentally catching the top as Dream staggered away. George quickly stood and looked down at the smiling mask in his hand. He looked up at Dream and chuckled nervously. He was so dead. Long hair covered Dreams as he looked up at George. But by his scowl George knew that he was definitely dead. Dream tackled George, knocking the mask and sowrd out of George's hand. Quickly picking it up Dream shoved the blade to the side of George's head blocking George's escape again. Their faces inches apart, sweat dripping off of Dreams nose and onto George's face. Dream lifted his axe high for a killing blow and- KICK

George had quickly kicked Dreams abdomen sending him flying above him and landing with a thud over George's head...... and across the white border. He had won. George stood up and picked up Dreams mask. He won. With a dumbass plan. That he had thought up on the spot. What the fuck.

"People of Manburg. Your new champion." Mr J's voice echoed throughout the silent and shocked stadium. After a few moments that felt like lifetimes, the crowd started to cheer. George walked over to Dream and helped him up, supporting his arm on his own exhausted shoulders.

"Good fight Mole." Dream commented, "Good fight."

"You two ruffian just not the trying to kill me part." George huffed. Dream lst out a chuckle.

"Give me my mask"

George nodded and helped put on Dreams mask. Mr J's men started to push George and Dream back to the Lockerroom when a boom shook the ground.

"Shit. Thats the signal isn't it?"

"Yes."

George made a break for the door, practically dragging Dream. One of Mr Js men aimed a crossbow at him having recovered from the smoke. Suddenly a fire ball shot passed George and hit the man sending him flying. Sap and Bad ran put and took Dreams weight off of George's shoulders.

"George what happened?" Sap asked as they ran back to the room.

"I uh. Beat Dream?" George responded.

"Really?!"

"I guess." George shrugged as they made it back to the locker room. They were greeted by a tall blond boy with golden eyes.

"Thats them?" He asked. Tubbo came up from behind the boy and nodded

"Thats them Tommy"

"Well then come on! This was supposed to be a stealth mission so we'd better get out of here before Shlatts gaurds block the exits!" A tall brunette called from the back of the Lockerroom.

"Coming Will!" Tommy called

"I've only been here for three days..... and I've already been kidnapped by a mafia leader and forsed to fight and won against an unbeatable champion. Can I get a break for once." George grumbled.

"On the surface anything possible Greorge" Sapnap chuckled.

"I'm guessing it's going to be even crazier now that we're out?"

"Yeah way crazier"

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Well then that was fun. The chapter was ment to be longer but I decided to make it shorter and Tommy make a steath mission into a 'let's leave before we die' mission. Feel free to give me feedback!

~Newt