Location 2 Project: OPPC // DreamTeam AU

Chapter 15

"YOU DID WHAT?"

Skeepy stood awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and refraining from making eye contact with the angry Wilbur.

"Will listen I really-"

Wilbur broke into his sentance

"NO YOU LISTEN, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT GETTING CLOSE TO A VICTIM? GOD I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT YOU ALONE."

Wilbur paced around the area, he seemed stressed.

"N-nothing happened anyway-"

Wilbur quickly grabbed skeppys shoulders.

"But something could of happened, skeppy."

Skeppy bowed his head gently.

Wilbur let go of him and stepped back awkwardly.

Wilbur brainstormed for ideas,

"Maybe...maybe this isnt bad... this might mean that badboyhalo has some sort of hypnosis abilities or... maybe a peaceful aura that makes people let their guard down..."

Skeppy sighed, slightly agitated.

"Will, I really do not think he has that kind of ability-"

"Skeppy how many-"

"STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME"
Skeppy yelled.

The room went dead quiet.

Wilburs face seemed to tense a little, he bit his lower lip.
"Sorry for caring, asshole"

Skeppy swiftly walked out of the room, making sure to not make any eye contact with Wilbur.

Meanwhile

Sapnap lay on his bed for ages. Eret said he would cover both their jobs today for some reason, so Sapnap just lay their, aching.

His eyes still felt stingy from crying, but today he wanted to apologise to..

Dream..

He got up and firstly went to the green ward.
George was going to go with him to see Dream, now that george knows the truth about Clay being Dream.

When he got through the large door separating the halls and the green ward, he was first met by Tubbo. He seemed....odd.

Maybe odd isnt the word, but he has definitely had better days.
Even though he seems aloy better than the last time sapnap saw him, he still looked like a mess, dark flushed eyes, cracked lips and pale skin. But it seemed like he was smiling more though.

"Hey sapnap, you here for George?"

Sapnap nodded fondly.
"Uh hi, what have you been up to lately?"

"I have been visiting codename Tommy alot actually, he's interesting!", Tubbo replied sweetly.

Sapnap smiled gently.
"Good to hear everything's been good then."

Before the conversation could continue, George stepped out from the corner of the area, he seemed to have slightly dressed himself up a little, it was kinda cute.

George wasnt wearing his work clothes, but a oversized supreme blue hoodie and tall grey shorts, his hear with messy and he wore his usual goggles.

"Gogy!", Sapnap beamed warmly.

George pranced over to Sapnap.
"Should we get going?"

Tubbo looked like he had something to say, but decided against it.

Sapnap and George said their goodbyes to Tubbo, who was left standing there.

Alone.

George and sapnap walked side by side down the long main hallway.

George broke the silence.
"So... is he okay?"

Sapnap knew who he was talking about, but wanted confirmation.
"Who, Dream?"

George nodded.

Sapnap averted his eyes.
"I'm not sure...I haven't check on him since..."

George shot sapnap a soft smile.
"Its okay."

The rest of the walk was in utter silence, they got to the red class door, went through the red class zone and finally...

"Dreams cell..."
George gulped

Though the atmosphere felt gloomy, sapnap playfully nudged George,
"Dont worry, there is nothing to be worried about."

"Who are you comforting, me or yourself?"
George huffed.

Sapnap let out a short giggle, before enter the viewing point of the cell.

Dream was in the corner, swaying left and right.

Though the room was still covered in blood, Dream looked fine, they doubted that there was even a scratch on him.

Though one of dreams eyes were covered by the mask, his free eyes gently look up, and Dream seemed to freeze upon the sight of George.
His eyes sunk with fear.

"George...?'

George opened the sound chamber, with sapnaps permission of course.

"Dream."
George said firmly.

Dream felt a feeling of agony and fear he never felt before, George using that name, he hardly noticed his fingertips being torn from clutching the ground.

"You.... you hate me...dont you?"
Dream said sadly, pain dripping from every word.

George didn't reply.
This made it worse.

Dream now began trying to mask his pain.

"Why did you come here, to see me be ripped apart?"

George shook his head.
Sapnap stepped into the conversation.
"We came here-... no I came here.. to..apologise.."

Dream seemed suspicious at the sudden change of heart.

"Dream... I could barely sleep after... what I did.. Im so sorry... Clay."

"Dont call me that"
Dream hissed.

Sapnap chest stung with guilt, but apologising atleast made him feel better.

"So it's your real name?"
George asked softly

Dream felt helpless everytime George spoke, why did he feel like this?
"Why do you care?"

"I don't."
George replied firmly.

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because why not?"

Dream ran out of things to say back, so he sunk in his own defeat.

"So, George, why did you come here then?" Dream repeated

George sighed.

"Because I want to know what your plan was when you pretended to be my friend."

Dreams felt anger building up.
"I wasn't pretending"

George scoffed, which didnt help soothe dreams temper at all.

"Godammit George I wasn't-"

George looked away from him.
"Don't lie, Dream."

Dream felt his world cave in.

He realises now, that George doesnt see 'Clay' anymore. All he sees is Dream. Dream the monster. Dream the psychopath.

"I'm...not.."
Dreams voice trailed off quietly.

"Can we go sapnap?"
George said sternly

Sapnap nodded and the two both left the room.

Little did they know what was about to unfold.