Another Lifetime | Dreamnotfound AU

Chapter 6: WINner

'Wilbur Soot!!!'

Philza boomed in the microphone. His voice repeated over and over in George's mind, ears, and whole body. He felt all of his hope drain in his stomach. An empty feeling lingered in George's stomach which made him feel like throwing up. He felt sad. Empty. He felt selfish. He should be happy for Wilbur. No. He wasn't sad for Wilbur but him. He shouldn't have been so excited. It hurts him so fucking bad, physically and mentally. His eyes were blurry as the tears build up in his lower eyelid, threatening to spill at any moment. The voice in his head laughed at him. Mocked him without sympathy. The voice in his head was right all along. His eyes stung with all the crying so does his heart. His heart was beating from fast to slow like he's dying. I mean he already died but the feeling was different than others.

He looked up at Wilbur, meeting each other's gaze, brown irises clashed bittersweetly. Wilbur smiled at him and George smiled back as a sign of congratulation. George saw Wilbur walked on those small stairs and stood by the microphone. Wilbur waited for the crowd to calm down and started his speech. The cheers faded before his ears. The tears spilled as the silence came. It made him felt more lonely and shitty. Wilbur started,

"So today, I am so lucky to be the name being called. I am so grateful that I could have my second chance" Wilbur smiled and sighed on the microphone which made a glitchy sound. "But I can't" The crowd let out an audible gasp and Philza's smile got wider and oh boy, he knows what he's doing.

"I want to give my price to the person that really deserves it. The most selfless person that I could think of. I think he deserves it because he has been through a lot. As a friend I want him to be happy and he deserves it no matter how anyone of you tries to make me think otherwise. It hurt me when Phil called my name. They said that the person who's going to be called is the real one who deserves it, but I don't think that's real. I think that there has been a mistake. So to wrap it all, yes I will give away my only chance to George Davidson. Do I regret it? Not at all. I am very happy that I got to this place. To find people and friends that care about me. I am very content and I don't want to leave this place ever in my life- or should I call it death? I don't even know but that is the very least thing that I want right now. That is all, and thank you for listening"

Wilbur walked off the stage, his head held high and certain. George sat there in confusion mixed with excitement. His mouth agape into an 'o' shape and his hands clutched tightly on his chest, shaking against it. He could never even describe Wilbur. He can never thank him enough. NeverPhilza was now taking over the microphone and spoke with the widest grin in that whole event,

"Now that my friends are true friendship. Wilbur did deserve it because we all know- I guess I know that he'd give away the most vulnerable price. That is an example of selflessness" the crowd cheered. Claps, whistling, and shouting prodded each ear that is in this stadium.

George stood up in his seat and ran up to Will. George threw himself at Wilbur and Wilbur was a bit taken back and George was tackling him onto the ground. Wilbur let out a sound and when he saw George looked so happy he rubbed the hair of the other. The small pebbles seemed to bury in his shirt but he couldn't care less at this moment. All he cared about was George. He made George happy and that his mission succeeded.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" George repeatedly said like it was the only word that he knew. Wilbur embraced George's back and rubbed soft circles on George's back as he felt George shudder and cry on his shirt. They stood up as they pat their shoulders to get rid of the dust from the cement floor. George awkwardly laughed and said a genuine small and timid 'sorry'. Wilbur just laughed reassured George that it was fine and again he didn't care.

"Thank you, Will. I could never agree more with the saying 'Words can not express feelings' but oh my god Will you don't know how happy I am and how thankful I am" George cried more in Wilbur's shirt as they embraced each other again and let out a breathy laugh.

Niki, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret came and joined the hug now making it a so-called 'group hug'. George has never felt so happy in so long. He is grateful to have friends like them. George was excited and nervous for he didn't know what has to come in his path but he was ready for anything. This is all for Clay.

Wilbur felt gratified of himself. He was glad for George. George was like his little brother and now that they got a closer bond. He guaranteed himself that he'd make George happy. George made him happy too and it hurt him that George would go to the world again, live, and... stuff. Nonetheless, he felt grateful to have George as his little brother. Not anything with the blood but through by heart. Of course, he also appreciates the others.

They pulled away and laughed. Giggles and Tommy's obnoxious laugh lingered around them like they're the only people in the stadium but they also couldn't care less. They walked out of the stadium still side by side, talking to each other and giggling. Tommy jumped in front of them and made gun fingers and mimicked gun sounds. Tommy jumped around like a child would do and shouted 'POG' every time they walk by a single soul.'Just give me a bit more time, Clay' George smiled.