Manhunt Gone Wrong (DNF)

Chapter 7:Too Late

(A/N BAD IS REMEMBERING THE EVENTS THAT TOOK PLACE AFTER HIS PHONE CALL WITH GEORGE RIGHT UP TO THE WORD 'STATISTICALLY' AFTER IT'S NO LONGER PAST TENSE BUT PRESENT.
WARNINGS: THERE'S MENTIONS OF DYING/DEATH AND SELF HATE IN THIS CHAPTER AND GRIEF)

Bad's POV:

You know how it feels like time slows at the most suspenseful points in your life? Well that's what just happened to me, but I don't know why yet. After my call with George silence filled the air. The only sound that could be heard was the lighting of the nether portal.

I spared a glance at Sapnap who looked as broken as I felt.

"We have to go."

Skeppy was the first to get his act together. Wilbur was next, then Tommy, then Tubbo and so on and so forth. One by one they went into the portal, Karlity sparing one last glance at Sapnap before heading through. Soon only me and Sapnap were left, I grabbed his arm and dragged him through the portal with me. That's when everything went haywire. Time came to a halt, and I was frozen in place. The only thing moving were my eyes and my vital organs keeping my body alive. Even the portal particles were still. We were seconds away from properly being in the nether. My eyes darted to Sapnap in worry. Dream was like a second son to me and George is one of my best friends so this was devastating for me but it was infinitely worse for Sapnap. Dream was his best friend, his brother and George was one of his closest friends. If Dream... you know. I don't think George would cope-it would break him and therefore destroy Sapnap. It would be like losing two friends instead of one. I don't know what to do. Statistically, this time next week I'm comforting a self-loathing Sapnap alongside a shocked and grieving Quackity and Karl, whilst being comforted by Skeppy when Sapnap is busy babysitting a grief-stricken George. That's what logic says. But, I refuse.
I refuse for that to become reality. I REFUSE! All the muffins in the world wouldn't be able to make me believe that Dream actually ends up w-well dying for good.
I don't care about the probability. I will not let that awful thought become my life.
Sapnap's alert eyes meet mine tears unmoving and utterly still gleam on his face. I wish I could hug him, or give him a muffin. I wish I could go back into time and stop the manhunt from ever taking place.
This is all my fault. It was MY idea to do the manhunt, it was ME who pushed the others to do it even though they were reluctant and tired. I who failed to think of the likely hood that Dream could end up dying. I did this all and there's nothing that will ever make that right. No matter what happens Dream still got stabbed. George still had to witness him suffer. Sapnap still almost lost himself to his Blaze form. All because of ME.
I'm so useless. All I can do is say I'm sorry over and over and what good does that do?
None. None whatsoever. Yet, it's all I can do. I'M SORRY! I'm so, so sorry.

Wait.

Time is beginning to move again.