Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 13

"If you had the choice to leave everyone here behind. To leave everyone here to suffer. And you can replay it all, would you take it? "

I thought for a bit, before nodding. I noticed the little curl in the man's lips.

"Even if you're the only hope the people here have?"

I nodded again, this time, without hesitation. He looked thoughtful, almost pleased with my response. He smirked.

"Interesting."

George's POV
It's been weeks since it all started. I still remember what happened at the school. The world has since changed. The government had taken control of all major cities and firmly monitored them. Schlatt & Co. was in kahoots with the government. We were in the iron fist of tyranny. And yet, no one could say a word.

If anyone was caught hiding or supporting the 'projects,' they were arrested and punished accordingly. Any protest was shut down. Despite the propaganda pamphlets that came everyday, very few believed them. Even if the projects were 'corrupted', there was no need to dictate the entire country. And yet, no one had the audacity or power to overthrow the regime.

Except the projects. I secretly hoped they had a way to fix everything. Every once in awhile, I'd see news on their recent endeavors. There seemed to be very few of them. I recognized some reoccurring characters. There was Skeppy from history class, Mega from math, and Bad, who was actually a close friend before all this. Bad was one of the reason I didn't believe the government.

With each passing day, hope began dwindling inside the cities. Many 'leisure' jobs were outlawed, forcing people to turn to the government for work. A friend of mine, Sapnap, was forced to join the guards after his mother's salon was closed. I couldn't blame him, it was hard to pay the bills now.

Eventually, I found myself accepting the internship offer, despite my disgust in the work. My job was to watch over one of the highly important cells and run errands for the scientists. They never told me, and I never asked, but it was obvious who was behind the door. A project. A powerful one at that. It was an awe to me why they haven't been killed or tested on yet.

After refilling the coffee kettle the third time this hour, I slumped against the heavy cell door, exhausted.

"Tough day?" The muffled voice called. It was the project. Talking to him was inevitable, as it was my duty to watch over him. At first it was annoying, but soon, I grew fond of our conversations. He became the most tolerable person in the building, and he's a criminal. Despite this, I made sure not to get attached.

I sigh, "the people here are really bossy."

"You should see them when they interrogate you," he joked. I didn't find it very funny, I just felt bad.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, although I knew he couldn't hear me behind the door.

We sat in silence for the next couple minutes, before he spoke again.

"What's your name?" he asked. I felt my heart ache a little. I knew if I told him, I would become attached. Even so, I responded,

"George." There was a noticeable sadness in my tone. The project was silent. He seemed to be thinking.

"I knew a George. Had a big crush on him. He was really nice." he said wistfully. I smiled a little, although it was pity more than anything.

"I'm sure he was."

"He was really cute too," the guy said again, this time, with a giggle. I felt myself blushing a little.

Just then, I heard steps down the hall. The district boss was here. That was my cue to leave. He approached me. I gave him a bow, but made sure not to meet his gaze. I was scared what I may see if I did.

He punched in the passcode, I knew it was 4213 by now. I began heading out. Only, I couldn't seem to move my legs. I was curious. Curious of what I might hear, maybe even see.

With a deep inhale, I waited, pressing my ears against the door. Soon, they began to speak.

"If you're wondering, I haven't changed my mind." The project said, his voice was sharp, unwavering.

Smack! I cringed at the noise.

"I don't know what the CEO sees in you. If not for him, you'd be dead," the Boss' gruff voice was bitter.

"Maybe I'd prefer that."

Another smack. The project was pissing him off on purpose.

"Well, you're in luck. He's out of country right now. I can have you executed before he comes back." The boss said smugly.

My heart dropped at those words.

"If you didn't have loyalty to those outlaws, you could've been so much more, Dream."

Dream? I froze. Shock went through me in currents. My insides felt sick, queasy. I began heating up. All this time, I thought he was dead, and he was right under my nose.

Dream didn't respond. It hurt me that he didn't. I wished he'd just accept right then and there. Beg for forgiveness. Something. I didn't want him to die.

"I'll give you time to think about it. It'd be your last."

On those words, I quickly ducked behind a wall, heart hammering in my chest. The Boss walked off in the opposite direction.

I sighed, exhaling a deep breath. I knew what I needed to do. I was going to save Dream. I was going to break out the projects.