Dream Game Malfunction (Troyler AU)

Chapter 8

~Tyler's POV~

 (Guys, tell me if this chapter is good or not, I could really use it right now <3)

The air was as thick as oatmeal, as the group and I tried so desperately to keep up with Troye and our group, while weaving through the deep sea of people that were currently freaking the fuck out, as that would help get the answers to everything.

The breaths that repeatedly flew out of their mouths only made the air thicker with humidity and moisture, in fact, if you didn't think about breathing, you'd most likely end up dying from suffocation. Don't get me wrong, I was kind of freaking out myself too and I most likely had lost my 'fearless' aura, but that wasn't my main priority at the moment.

Keeping up with Troye and the group.

That was the main priority on my mind at this exact moment, especially making sure that Troye doesn't get lost, because from what I've saw already, he won't last very far into this 'game' without a group.

No, I am not being rude, he just seems to be a person who works better with a smaller group than being all by himself, and besides he is very loyal, I mean he's risking his life for his little sister for crying out loud! He is literally like the most perfect older brother out there, I am willing to bet money that every girl would kill to have a brother just like Tro-

"Tyler! Keep up!" Zoe's shout brought me out of my thoughts about Troye as she impatiently tugged at my arm, to help me keep up with Troye's pace, I swear this game accidentally gave him the speed of a lightning bolt and Zoe the strength of an ox.

I panted as I started to jog behind a now sprinting Connor, my heart-beat started to increase rapidly as I thought of why he was sprinting, because we had lost Troye.

But we couldn't have right?

I mean he was literally screaming so loud, so we could hear his voice and try to pick out his trail through all of the scared wailing.

Connor was literally sprinting so fast after him, there was no way her could've of been that far from us.

Troye was jumping so high as he ran desperately to find his sister, it is practically impossible to actual lose his trail.

All of the impossible most likely was getting to prove its-self actually possible, in the worst way.

My gaze quickly shifted to the blurring colors that resembled the people that were passing by, I don't think I'm tough enough to watch Connor's face fall once he finally lost Troye's path. It's kind of sad when you finally form a team and then you lose one of the members in the first hour.

Never mind, it's really sad, not kind of. We look like a bunch of fucking losers, you felt like a fucking loser too, to be completely honest. I wonder if Troye feels like one too, but I seriously hope that he finds his sister, I would hate for him to get lost from the group and never find his sister.

"Troye! Troye! Come back, I promise we'll look for her again, a-and this time we'll actually find her! Tro-" Connor's panted pleas were cut off by Zoe having a coughing fit, we were such a mess, in fact, breathing oatmeal-textured air while trying to catch your breath doesn't really work out as good as you think it would, you barely get any air at all really. Especially if you have a broken heart and have a very bad feeling sitting right in the middle of your stomach, making you just want to gag and cry about how dumb you are for letting someone so nice out of your grasp so quickly.

Kind of funny, about 6 hours ago I was happily dreaming and didn't even know the fuck these people were, funny how I was so excited for my job interview today, but now I've probably missed it.