The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Our Win, Boys!

Tw: swearing, mild weapons

"Wait!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping to his feet. "You know Technoblade?"

"I mean, we know him as Techno, but..." George says, glancing around at the others. Somehow, his conversation with Tubbo turned into a story he's told all of them. "How do you guys know him?"

Wilbur looks hesitantly at Tommy - who looks angrier than George has seen him until then - before answering. "We had a bit of a falling out near the beginning of the apocalypse."

"A bit?" Tommy explodes. "Just a bit?"

Ranboo sighs, pinching his nose like they've had this conversation a million times before. "It's a long story. And one that we're not getting into," he adds, shooting a pointed glance at Tommy.

Tommy looks like he's about to argue otherwise, but Tubbo interrupts him. "So what about your other friends? Are they all okay?"

Right, George remembers. He never got to finish his story. His heart squeezes in his chest, but he forces himself to tell them about Sapnap and his injury and...

"Well, you already know about the zombies," George finishes. "You had to fight them to get into the school, too."

Tubbo looks around at the others, his eyes landing on Wilbur. Wilbur, who couldn't look more uncomfortable as Tubbo shoots daggers at him, and Ranboo gestures impatiently at him to speak.

"Right," Wilbur says, turning to face George. "About your friend..."

"We might have a cure," Tommy finishes, and Wilbur whirls around to glare at him. "What?" Tommy asks, innocently. "I said might."

"So much for playing our cards right," Wilbur mutters, but George barely hears him. Barely hears anything past the word cure.

"You could save him?" he breaths, his mind whirling. He pictures Sapnap, and then Dream, and wonders of they know, if Techno might somehow know that there's a cure. He wonders if Sapnap is doing okay, if the others have managed to keep him alive. But any way he looks at it, one thing sticks in his mind: he needs to get that cure.

"Theoretically," Wilbur says, pushing up his wire-rimmed glasses. "We've only tested the cure once, though, and it was one someone who'd just been bit. It might be too late, in your friend's case.

"It's not," George says firmly, and he barely recognizes his own voice under the beating of his heart. "We can still save him."

Tommy crosses his arms. "And why should we do that?" he asks, but his words waver, his eyes shining.

"Because," George says. "He's dying. You can't just sit here and watch it happen, while you have the cure."

"Technically, we wouldn't be watching," Ranboo points out, and Tubbo and George shoot glares at him in unison. Ranboo puts up his hands in surrender. "But you make a good point."

"Wait," Wilbur says, and the others go quiet. "We kidnapped this man for a reason, you know. We can't just let him waltz out of here with a cure. Not when he'll know where to find us."

George makes a face. "What?"

"He thinks you'll try to get your revenge on us," Ranboo clarifies. "Because we kidnapped you."

Wilbur jabs a finger at him. "For a reason."

"And what was that reason?" George asks, raising his brows.

"It's a long story," Ranboo whispers and George notes the angry gleam in Tommy's eyes again. "But it doesn't matter why we did it," Ranboo says to Wilbur. "Because we've already established that you can't just kidnap a person."