One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

Blueprints

TW: Blood, swearing. Comment any I'm missing --->

George POV

"Oh shit..." Dream said as he paused his movements.

(Woulda never guessed Dream said that [talking about the cliffhanger from last chapter]...)

All eyes were drawn to him and silence engulfed the van.

Puffy was the first to speak. "What is it?" She asked hesitantly. "Blueprints, maps, and schedules." Dream responded, eyes glued to the multiple sheets of paper he held. "Of?" Technoblade asked.

Dream chuckled mischievously before responding. "Alliance headquarters blueprints, maps, and plans." A few people gasped and my eyes widened. "Why the hell did they think it was a good idea to just leave those laying around?" Somebody who I didn't recognize said. "They didn't." Ponk answered.

Everyone's attention was now directed at Ponk, waiting for him to elaborate. "I found them in a hidden compartment underneath the desk." He said.

"Nice work." Dream said impressed.

"We'll go over these more in a future meeting, for now let's just put that to the side." Dream spoke, setting down the papers in the glove compartment.

Time skip 3 hours.

We were now finally pulling back into the parking lot after a long boring drive.

During the Drive, everybody sat just making conversation, despite the fact that they all had at least a two blood splatters on them.

I backed the van into the parking lot and eagerly stepped out to stretch my legs. I had been sitting for at least 6 and a half hours straight since my dumb ass didn't even get out during the invasion.

Dream exited the van after me, after he retrieved the papers from the glove compartment.

Once everyone was out of both vans, Dream spoke. "You all know what to do, Technoblade get to the infirmary to get somebody to check that out, along with anyone else that got injured." As he finished everybody immediately dispersed, probably to go return things to the armory, get to the infirmary, then finally get the blood off their clothes. I can't blame them, sitting in a van for 3 hours surrounded by that metallic coppery stench made me slightly queasy, I can't imagine how horrible it must be to be covered in it. Even when it seemed as though most of them had endured it before, I don't think you could ever get used to that kind of stench.

I turned to look at Dream, expecting him to tell me what to do, because I, unlike everybody else, had no idea what to do or where to go. "Here give me your gun." Dream said extending a hand. Oh yeah, I had completely forgotten about that.

I handed him my gun. "I'll take this to the armory, and you can just get lunch." He said, and with that, the blond spun around and left me. Leaving me alone now that everybody else had left.

I sighed and made my way towards the door, definitely glad that I would soon be able to get some lunch seeing as it was around 2 PM.

(Did I remember to write them eating breakfast?)

Once I finally made it to the elevator I grabbed myself a tuna sandwich and practically inhaled it.

(Am I the only one who has like... Never had a tuna sandwich but has always read books where people eat them? Does anybody actually eat them?)

Once I was done I was still a bit hungry, but not hungry enough to eat another sandwich so I decided to go to the kitchen on the second floor and get a snack there.

I walked along the hallways of the second floor shortly before reaching the kitchen and walking in to find three people sitting around the table playing cards. I recognized the trio as Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

Ranboo, who was facing away from me, turned around in his seat once he heard the door open. "Oh hey! George! You're back, I'm assuming everybody else is back to?" Ranboo asked, probably already knowing the answer, but wanting to start a conversation which I wasn't going to deny. "Yeah, everything went as planned... Well. Besides Technoblade getting shot in the shoulder, but he should be fine." I said walking over to the kitchen to get the snack I came here for.

"Fucker deserved it for purposely pushing me out the window." Tommy commented earning laughter from everybody, including myself.

I settled on basic potato chips and sat down at the dining table.

(Okay so just forget about the fact that those would be expired and move on for the sake of the story.)

"Whatcha playing?" I asked getting no response. They were all focused on the game and I could tell it was starting to get to a tense moment so I took the hint and shut up.

"Go fish" Tubbo said putting down a card. "Draw four." Tommy said. "I-I thought we were playing poker?" Ranboo said in confusion.

(So original, I know.)

All four of us made eye contact before bursting into a roar of laughter. 

After several moments we all managed to catch our breath and I just now noticed Dream standing in the door way in silence. He still had his mask on, and his hair seemed to be a little damp meaning that he probably just took a shower. (He speed ran that shower.) Though I couldn't see his face, I'm sure he had a confused expression. "What's all the laughter about." Dream asked. "Well Tubbo was playing go fish, Tommy was playing Uno, and Ranboo was playing poker, yet somehow they went this far without realizing they were all playing different games." I said mater of factly.

"I- Okay then, never mind that, could you come with me George?" Dream asked.

I nodded and stood up to follow him.

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