E-404 | Dreamnotfound

Chapter Ten

"Dream!" The high-pitched scream echoed throughout the cave, signaling that George was in danger. After hearing a hissing sound he turned his head quickly to see a horrifying green figure looming over him.

"George?" Dream called, reflexes quickening as he heard the sizzling sounds from around the corner. Springing into action, he swiftly turned the corner, sliding through the creeper's blocky legs and standing in front of George with the intention of protecting him.

The brunette watches in awe as his friend swings his axe through the creeper's body, hitting it twice and bracing for an explosion that never came.

Dream released a breath he'd been holding in, allowing his heart to slow before checking on George.

"Are you okay?"

The brunette gave a nod for a response, "What was that?"

"A creeper," he sighed, "This is why we have to stay together."

"Okay," he agreed, somewhat afraid of encountering another monster. It was now that he realized his bow also had a downside, short-range attacks were difficult to pull off, "Did you find any redstone?"

"No. I think we need to go deeper."

"Do you have another torch?"

"Yeah," Dream responded, sliding a spare piece of coal across the wood and setting it ablaze.

The two journeyed further down, careful not to slip down the steeper areas. As they walked through, the grumbling of undead could be heard through the walls.

"There might be a dungeon around here," Dream concluded as the noises got increasingly louder as time progressed.

"What are those?"

"They have monster spawners and other select loot. There might be an extra saddle so we can take another horse."

"We should do it then," George agreed, "We need a plan."

"Okay," Dream thought, analyzing the surrounding area, "There's cobblestone right here," he tapped the area "So the dungeon is most likely located here."

"I should probably dig to the top and aim from above. That way I won't be in danger and I can have distance as an advantage."

"I'll open it, light up the spawner, and then start killing them. Make sure to cover me."

"I feel like we need a little pre-agenda chant," the brunette laughed.

Both boys put their hands into the invisible middle, "on three, we yell 'Dream is awesome'," the blonde suggested.

George giggled, "I think your name needs to be replaced."

"I'll say yours and you say mine?"

George nodded as they both started the chant, laughing through the process. Going according to plan, the brunette dug his way around the assumed dungeon. Once he broke the ceiling on the boxed area, he almost fell from the sear shock. The room was crowded with zombies.

"Are you sure we can do this?" He asked, hesitant.

"With your help I can," Dream responded, grabbing his axe, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

George started firing at the monsters, watching them get agitated from his actions. Dream ran in, placing down two lit torches and killing the remaining undead. When they stopped spawning, Dream signaled for the brunette to make his way down. Opening a chest, Dream pushed aside the rotten flesh, finding the much-needed saddle buried beneath.