D-Class (DreamNotFound) {On Hiatus}

Chapter 8

George tapped his fingers on the wooden table, waiting for Clay's return. It had been very quiet ever since Clay left to find out about the origins of the newly captured SCP.

His mind would often be blank, and quite empty now that his ideas were drowning into the depths of the 'Mariana Trench', or so he called it that, and not knowing what kind of interesting topics to think of.

'What kind of interesting things did Clay find' George thought, and just like that George is thinking of lots of interesting stuff, ranging from secret messages, to finding out how the SCP was created or formed. But like how it easily comes, it easily goes, leaving a blank-minded George.

There were no books, no sounds, no talking, and no movies and games to keep George entertained. George was not used to the silence and seeing that he was so much of the extrovert, he resorted to talking to himself instead, finding himself in a bunch of imaginative scenario and findinh himself forming a story in his mind. This went the whole time and if he doesn't know how the plot comes next, he sleeps.

This goes on for hours, talking to himself and then sleeping, only to wake up to go find himself talking to himself and then sleeping and the cycle continuing. He even wakes up during the night and repeats the cycle and falls back asleep. Today was the last day of Clay's expedition and George was still in the 'talking to himself, sleep, and wake up loop' cycle.

He even forgot about the letter. He sometimes forget about his surrounding, often hallucinating about the imaginative world that he set himself to go to, basically "shifting" to that fictional world, escaping from reality to go there, where dreams and imaginations can come true. Well, at least for him.

Clay and Callahan woke up, the blue, wall-like, fabric surrounding them. Clay looked at Callahan, who seems to be hugging him, and then looked around him.

'Oh right, we're still near Luray Caves.' Clay thought, finding himself unbearably not able to get up because of the weight on top of his stomach. He didn't mind it at first, but he struggles to get up more.

'Oh.' was the thought of Clay when he knew the reason why. He doesn't mind it but they really needed to get to work. He shook Callahan and told him to wake up. And so Callahan woke up, groaning because he got disturbed from his peaceful slumber, which mind you, found Clay cute but he liked George's slumber cuter.

Callahan took his hand off of Clay and Clay immediately stood up and stretched, but bumped his head on the tent before he could do so.

'The author is so trash at filling up things on his book so much,' Clay thought, which is quite rude because I'm not up for your bullshit right now.

'Alright fine, I'll stop bothering you,' Good.

Callahan stepped out of the tent and stretched there, laughing at Clay for not going out the tent to stretch.

'Great, why didn't I think of that?' Clay thought, emphasizing the 'I' to point at himself, without actually pointing at himself.

Clay laughed back, and went outside to also stretch, playfully hitting Callahan's arm for teasing him. Callahan playfully whined and pretending to complain for hitting his arm. It was as if they were children again.

They did their daily routine before going back in the cave, to explore the origins of the SCP.

"So, I was thinking," Callahan said, gaining Clay's attention. "what should we call the SCP?"

Clay looked down, something he always did when thinking, an action he always did as a child. Callahan, who had been friends with him for as long as he was with Sapnap, saw what he was doing and waited patiently for the answer, after all, they were walking to the inside of the origins of the SCP.

'Boo, Ran, BooRan? No. R4N, Boo. R4NBoo? No, too complicated. Ran, Boo. Ranboo? YES!'

"Ranboo!" Clay screamed all of a sudden, making Callahan flinched at the sudden raise of his voice out of nowhere.

"Ranboo?" Callahan questioned him, earning a nod and a smile from Clay. "That's perfect." Callahan said, smiling back at his bestfriend.

They walk to the base of the creation, silent on the way there, but smiles evident on their faces. Nothing will go wrong during this expedition.

Right?

No, and it left a double colored face on Clay, the color seemingly split in half in the middle, his blonde hair mixing with the black and white colors of his hair. Callahan was worried and he quickly took a picture of the machine and they quickly left the cave, hurrying to tend to the scientist.

Nick, who was by the way not resting, was still mixing the potion and he still messes it up, and the more he messes up the more that his mind began to swirl with negative thoughts.

'You can't even do anything right'

'Everyone is good at this and you aren't'

God it was embarrassing for Nick and he grabbed and tugged at his hair out of frustration and self-hate. He wanted his negative thoughts to stop, he wanted it to stop haunting him, he wanted it to be gone.

"Nick?" someone, familiar, called out to him, snapping him out of the trance and breaking his negative thoughts.

"Quackity?" Nick called out, trying to see if it really was Quackity. But he was so focused on seeing if it was Quackity that he didn't notice the tears on his cheeks.

"Nick, it's me, why are you still up?" Quackity said, walking to Nick's side and hugged him, and Nick melted because of his touched. He hugged back.

"Well, I wanted to mix a potion to bring back George's memories but I keep messing it up." Nick replied, getting carried in Quackity's arms, bridal style if I may add.

"Come on, you need rest." Quackity said, carrying him to their rooms, with little difficulty.

That day or night, three things happened in different places and different scenarios, with one being the same as before.

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I was writing this while watching a horror movie lol.

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