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Dreams Last Attachment - Clay/George

POV: GeorgeNotFound

Realtionship: Clay/George

Characters: George (Georgenotfound), Clay (Dreamwastaken), Nick (Sapnap)

 A chill spreads down my spine as I walk into the large obsidian cell. My eyes scan the small room, searching for him. They land on his head of blonde hair, and my heart drops. He's sitting in the corner of the small room, writing in a notebook. He hasn't noticed my arrival yet, so I take the moment to take in the small room. Three obsidian walls, almost impossible to break with the level three mining fatigue. One wall made of lava, that opens and closes. A single piece of glowstone lighting the dim cell. In the opposite corner of the room a chest, a lectern, and a cauldron full of water are clumped together to save room in the small cell. I take a step forward, how long I've waited to see him, I've missed him way too much.

I take a step forward, alerting Clay of my presence. His head turns up and his blazing emerald eyes meet mine, reminding me of that day.

"Lock him in his own prison! Ha!" Tommy laughs loudly, staring at Clay who's trapped in a small obsidian box.

"I can take him from here," Sam says to Tommy, who nods.

"Wait- no," I breathe, but no one hears my plea, for it was too soft. But Clay seems to sense it and turns to me, his green eyes meeting mine. An expression I can't read crosses his face. I try and think of a way he could escape, get away. But this time, I see no way out. Everyone in the huge room cheers, happily at their victory. But my eyes never leave him. Trying to understand what's swirling in that big brain of his. Trying to understand why he would do what he's done.

Tommy leads the crowd up the large elevator, smiles don't seem to leave their faces as they disappear above us. I feel a hand land on my shoulder and I spin quickly, ready to defend myself, but Sam backs away, his hands up in protest. I lower my arms, realizing I'm on edge.

"Are you okay, George?" Sam asks, softly. My eyes find Clay once more. It had been weeks since I saw him last. Weeks since he told all of L'manburg he didn't care for anything other than Tommys stupid discs. Weeks since I realized my feelings that I once believed were mutual arnt.

"Fine," I say harshly, Sam sighs, understanding why I'm so frustrated with the situation. I spin on my heels, and head toward the elevator, hoping that for some reason Clay would call for me, and want me to come back so he can apologize. But he doesn't.

As the elevator rises into the air, I watch as Sam ties Clays hands behind his back and walks him to the portal, on the opposite end of the room. Before I disappear into the floor above his eyes meet mine for a quick pleading second.

"G- George?" He breathes, shocked at my sudden appearance. "Why are you here?"

I don't say anything as I walk towards him, studying his features more closely. He looks more roughed up than he did when I saw him last a week ago. He looks thinner in the plain white shirt and jeans they gave him after only a week of less food, his head of dirty blonde hair is tangled and pushed back messily, and he has dark bags under his eyes, indicating he hasn't slept in days. Part of me knows he deserves it, but another part of me, the same part that hides my real feelings, is sad for him. It hurts to see him this way.

"You look like shit."

Dream laughs and rolls his eyes but doesn't reply.

"Why are you here?" He asks, after a moment of silence his tone harsher than expected.