Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 28

George's POV:
The buses were stacked with tons supplies and even more people. The atmosphere at camp was an all time high. The morning buzz seemed to be heightened by the new arrivals.

A familiar face was among the crowd. It was the guard we had spared a couple days back on the highway. He was the guy who begged for mercy. The man was still incredibly thankful, even showing us images of his kids.

"What'd make you defect?" Dream asked him. The man's face darkened. His eyes held inexplicable sadness.

Sapnap answered for him, "Prosecution. Accusations of treason. It's why most of us left. We couldn't put our families in danger."

I flashed him a curious look, "Even you, Sapnap? I thought you hated projects."

He gave me a faraway look, "I did. But I trust you, George. I trust that your friends can free us all."

The man nodded in agreement, "everyone knows you guys are our only hope. Take down the government. Free my family. All of our families."

Skeppy's POV:
Although the atmosphere was uplifting as of now, there was an unease that hung. A deep churning tension. The chatter and buzz merely undermined the truth. The truth many chose to ignore.

The end was near.

There was a large group of us rebels, as of now. But it was clear that a battle would take place soon. We were at the strongest state we can possibly be in. Our forces were rallied and healed. Our reputation was at an all-time high. Any more waiting would be pointless.

This attack would be our last, and it had to be a success. In a few days, we will be forced to move.

"We can use a protest as a distraction," A6d said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I responded, confused.

A6d sighed in exasperation, before shooting a scowl, "Skeppy! Were you even listening?!"

I gave him a sheepish look.

"The people in the city are protesting against the government in 3 days. We can use the protest to enter the city. Pretend to be protesters," Bad repeated for me. I nodded.

"The protest will also divide the government forces. A perfect time to strike," Phil added. He then pulled out a large sheet.

"One of my inside guys gave me this diagram of Schlatt Tower. The CEO is on the top floor. Once we have their leader, we can negotiate terms. It'll be easy because we have the citizens on our side," he continued.

As the others talked, I found myself drifting off. A memory. No. A vision. Flashed through me.

I was fighting in a laboratory setting. I found myself opening some sort of metal door. Inside, was Tommy and another figure.

"Floor 27," I said, not even realizing.

"Huh?" Bad responded, flashing a curious look. I met his gaze with my own determined one.

"Floor 27. Tommy is there," I repeated, more firm this time, "I have a strong feeling."

"Not really a time to go off of feelings," A6d replied, a skeptical look adorned his face.

Phil looked intrigued at my words.

"I trust him," he said, flashing a warm smile. His blind faith was baffling, but I accepted it nonetheless.

"I'm sure. No. I'm certain they're there," I asserted. I didn't understand why, but this vision was no daydream. It was almost like a foresight into the future.

"Well, we can worry about that later," Spifey piped all the sudden. It startled me for a second. He had been quiet all conversation long.

"You're right. In 3 days, we will be in a battle that determines everything," Bad said with a frown.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"well, everyone should get some rest and enjoy our time left," Spifey announced. He then paused.

"From this point, any moment may be our last."

Third Person POV:
In the guarded city, the capital, tension was thicker than winter snow. The heavy air of oppressed misery had began manifesting. The militarized metropolis was brimming with murmurs. Murmurs of reformation. You can hear, from every corner of the city, the whispers of revolution.

Even people who once scorned the projects, fearing them, and what not. Even they were joining in. The shadow of the first protest was forming. In 3 days.

In the corner of the bar, right beside Schlatt Tower, was a man, hood covering his face. He just gotten here recently, and yet, the rumors spread like wildfire. Even a newcomer would know. Even a newcomer can take advantage of this.

With the diamond tipped blade on his waist and the fierce look in his eyes, Techno eyed the tower, pondering the ways to kill the leader atop.

Another Third Person POV:
"Sir?" Grunk asked, facing his leader.

His boss' face bore an uninterested gaze. He looked out upon the city, leering at the passing pedestrians.

"Yes, Grunk?"

The mentioned was worried. He had never heard his boss so apathetic. He was normally scheming, or crazed even.

"Have you not heard the whispers? The people are gonna protest!" the young man said.

Schlatt didn't respond. He was silent. Yet, Grunk had a feeling the man wasn't defeated.

"Then, we'll crush them. Arrest the ones who yell. Kill those who riot."

"But sir-"

"It's an order. You don't control people by being nice."

His boss spun around. Looking closer, Grunk no longer saw his cunning, collected leader. He saw a monster, a monster with the thirst for control.

With a deep inhale, the boy nodded.

"Yes sir."