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Chapter 22

Dream's POV:
"WE'RE BEING GASSED!"

As those words ripped through the air, a thick, purple smog began trickling onto the highway. It soon enveloped the area surrounding me.

I found myself dashing through the gas, pain with every step. My joints felt as if they would break apart, sharp jolts going through every crevice of my body. With a shock of agony, I collapsed to the ground. My legs were numbed, unfeeling. Looking down, there were crimson wounds covering it. The injuries from earlier had finally caught up to me.

The stone surface below me grated into my skin, cutting deep. I couldn't move, almost as if I were paralyzed. My vision began blurring, darkening. It wasn't until I began to choke, that I realized what had happened. The smog was was so thick, I had began to suffocate. It began burning, both against my skin, and from within. It was as if I had swallowed fire, and it were scorching my insides.

"Dream!" A voice screamed. My senses were hazy, but I could hear the light pattering of footsteps.

George.

Skeppy POV:
I had stumbled on my foot earlier, but luckily, Bad had caught me by the waist. Dream, however, had inhaled a great deal of the gas, and was currently unconscious and rapidly burning up. We had removed his mask to provide better ventilation, but it was clear that he wasn't breathing well, even without it.

"Is he going to be okay?!" George asked, distress evident in his voice. He was kneeled beside Dream, clutching his hand tightly. Bad bit his lips, clearly worried as well. He looked over to me for an answer.

"It seems to be a weaker Virus gas," I responded, attempting to sound hopeful, "Dream is a high level, he'll probably be okay."

George's brows furrowed, "what does "probably" mean?!"

Surviving a v5 virus without treatment is a low probability. I only know 3 survivors. Techno, who was practically immune to death, Spifey, after a stroke of luck, and myself. I've recently obtained a memory after my supposed "death". Turns out, I lived with the help of another project. A time hopper.

I had seen a vision of myself and another talking. I didn't know what we spoke about, only, I had made a decision and was sent here. I wondered if Wilbur had met this mysterious man as well. Speaking of Wilbur...

"Where's Wilbur?" Bad asked suddenly. We looked around, the tall brunette was completely absent, not even a guitar in sight.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. I began to count. Bad...George...Dream...Techno..

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"WHERE'S TOMMY?!!" Techno shouted, startling everyone. I glanced around, searching for the young blond. He too, was missing.

Bad's face suddenly morphed into realization.

"The gas must've been a distraction! That's why they retreated!" He exclaimed, voice shaking. Techno seemed to become more distraught at that statement.

He cursed loudly, thrusting his blade against the ground. Even Bad didn't follow up with 'language!'

"I'm going to the city." Techno said, "if they took them anywhere, it'd be there."

That was not a good idea. If anything, the kidnapping was likely to lure us to a trap.

"It's a better idea to return to camp," I insisted firmly, "cut our losses, and regroup."

Bad nodded in agreement. However, Techno did not. He opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by a grimace.

Instead, George objected.

"Return to camp and pray Dream lives?" he said, obviously frustrated, "doesn't seem like a secure plan."

The last line had a biting edge, almost venomous. I felt myself bubbling in annoyance, although, I knew it wasn't his fault. We were all upset right now.

"Do you think it's a better plan to charge into the city and die trying to get medicine?" I countered. I hadn't meant to sound snarky, but I did. He looked startled for a second, before scowling. His face heated up with anger.

"I'll just go on my own if you don't think it's worth it!" he snapped back sharply.

"I didn't say that. I just meant that it's not a good idea when we're hanging on a single limb right now!" I retorted angrily. My fist began to clenching.

Bad sensed my losing temper, and stepped between us, clearly distressed.

"Calm down! We're all upset right now!" He said, giving us a pleading look, "and the worse thing we can do is argue."

George's brows furrowed, his angry expression began to transition into sadness. He sighed, tiredly.

"Y-You're right," he muttered, "I'm sorry."

I nodded, "I'm sorry too. I just hope you understand. It's too reckless right now."

He didn't respond, but from his defeated expression, it was clear he's accepted it. He began draping Dream's arm over his shoulder.

"I'll go see if the car still works," Bad said, dashing off to test it. I nodded. Behind me, Techno has been unnaturally silent. I turned to him,

"Techno, we'll go save them, just trust me, okay?" I said, as sincerely as I could. We were definitely going to, just not right now.

His face remained stone frozen, much to my dismay. Even so, he responded.

"I trust you."

It was a lie.