Switcheroo, Who? - A Dream SMP Fanfiction

Ch. 19: Our Pants Are On Fire, Or Something

Manhunt!Dream POV:

Clay couldn't believe it.

It was like something out of a dream.

His best friend was standing right in front of him. A truly familiar face had finally discovered Clay's presence. Memories of George surfaced in his mind, from his laugh to his playful nature, to his consistency to always be right at Clay's side in everything.

Clay's greatest companion had more or less reunited with him.

And now, it was as if he were looking at a complete stranger.

It was all there. All the factors that made up the familiar image of George were there. This George had brown hair. This George was pale and lean. This George was the same height. This George had the same voice, the same accent. Everything that Clay remembered was tangible once more.

But, at the same time.... it wasn't. This George's eyes were the exact same shade of deep blue. His attire was overly fancy, although he wore it well, and was oddly related to plants. His body language was also anything but friendly. This George was clearly not happy to see Clay.

Clay didn't know what to say.

He didn't know what to do.

George had asked him a question just then, and Clay had no answer.

....All he knew was that he had to make sure this George didn't get involved in his mess.

It wasn't the same George that he knew. Things were different here. He needed to keep people out of his problems so they couldn't get hurt by his mistakes.

He didn't know exactly what grievances his best friend in another reality had against him, but it was probably something.

At this rate, his perception of who was a friend and who was not was severely skewed.

"George, you're making a mistake," Puffy warned, raising her sword again.

"Is that a threat?" George arched an eyebrow.

"You don't know what's going on here, and it's better if it stays that way," the ewe retorted. "So, yeah, it IS a threat. Just leave, and tell no one."

"That makes me guilty of whatever you're plotting by association," George remarked in a bored hum. "This is a very serious situation here. I'm going to need to know what shady things you're doing in full detail."

"Or what?" Puffy challenged.

"Then a negligent jailor and a few old friends might be made aware of an escapee," the European replied calmly.

Clay had to bite his tongue to withhold a gasp. This George was talking about willingly giving him up. Sure, George didn't know that Sam was technically on Clay's side, but Clay's anxiety was shooting through the roof nonetheless. This George was so different from his own, and now obviously had a bone to pick with him.

What had he expected?

Clay's own George wouldn't sell him out, no matter what....right?

"You might want to do the math first," Puffy leveled at him, with the same amount of chilling calm. "It's three-on-one here. Did you really just admit to us that you'll snitch?"

What the hell?! What is she thinking?!

"Three?" George's nose wrinkled ever-so-slightly.

"Prime, s' abou' time you let me get in on the action," Tommy grunted incoherently, cracking his knuckles as he took Puffy's words to heart. "You're bein' a bi' of a prick here, George. No girls like snitches."