Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 29

George's POV:
Time dwindles like a little flame. One second, it's in your sight, golden glory and all. The next, it escapes before you blink.

The recent days had been a testimony to that. Almost all our time has passed since the arrival of reinforcements. Tomorrow morning, the attack at Schlatt Tower would begin.

In the pass few days, Dream seemed to have recovered completely and has been bugging me constantly. Not that I minded, that is. We've grown accustomed to the crowded barn, although, I highly doubt it would still be crowded after we're done.

Skeppy seemed to become more serious the past days. His normally erratic, energetic attitude was replaced with a more solemn, defeated demeanor. Much to Bad's dismay.

We had agreed that Bad, Skeppy and Dream would be in charge of infiltration. The rest of us fight the guards outside. A6d and I would help with communication, along with Mega. As much as I wanted to help, I knew I was unsuitable for the roll. I wasn't a project and had the least battle experience out of everyone.

The starry skies were always beautiful to me. You don't see them in the city. I was colorblind, so the world's colors always came differently. However, light did not. I can see lights. Every twinkle is a vibrant orb, dotting the dark expanse of night.

"George!" I heard a call behind me. Turning around, I came face to face with Dream. I flashed him a smile.

From the balcony, all was at rest. It was just me and Dream, watching the sky. He shuffled closer to me, I leaned in instinctively.

"Doesn't that one look like a unicorn?" I muttered softly, pointing to a constellation. He glanced up, before a puzzled look crossed his face.

He observed it for awhile, silently. Then, his veins glowed a pale, green sheen.

At that moment, the stars seemed to move, forming a unicorn. It moved across the sky gracefully, leaving a trail of glowing sparks. I was in awe.

"Now it does," he responded, turning to face me. I looked back to him, a quick flutter inside me.

With a soft breath, I pulled him into a hug. He felt warm against me.

"Promise me you'll come back?" I murmured, face against his chest. I could hear his rapid heartbeat. I felt safe.

He gave me a nod, "I will. I'll come back for you."

Skeppy's POV:
The morning of was bittersweet. Some people were glad it would all be over soon. Others wanted to valiantly die in battle. In the main hall, everyone was preparing for war. The talk was hush.

I had actively avoided Bad all morning. I didn't want to feel something I shouldn't. Knowing the scale of this event, all of our survivals wasn't guaranteed. Dream seemed to have understood as well, but his approach was spend all the time with George as he could.

Despite my attempts, Bad tracked me down anyways. He always knew where I'd be. Avoiding someone with super speed was hard.

"Skeppy!" he called, flashing a sad expression.

Don't do that. It makes my heart ache.

"Bad. Shouldn't you be preparing?" I responded, attempting to shuffle pass him. I made my voice as apathetic as possible. He grabbed my wrist.

"I wanted to spend time together..."

My breath hitched. Tears began forming.

"Don't, Bad. Please," I murmured. His grip loosened. He fell silent.

"I don't want the expectation," I whispered softly, "Please don't talk to me now."

Bad said nothing, eyes darting to the ground. I began scooting pass him. Just as I reached the door, he called out.

"I love you, Skeppy."

My heart stopped. I turned back to him, eyes wide. A flush was visible on my cheeks.

"I-I mean it...really," he began.

Don't do this to me.

I wanted to run up and hug him right now, tell him what I thought. But, I can't.

"I'm sorry, Bad..." the words fell from my lips, tasted like poison. I couldn't hurt him anymore. Not with the burden of feelings.

"It's okay! You're still my b-best friend," his eyes were glassy with tears. I couldn't stay in here. If I kept watching, I might...

Bad quickly ran past me, dashing out the room before I could. I desperately wanted to call out to him, but my morality said no.

The moment the door closed behind me, I collapsed to the ground. Tears stung my cheeks.

"I love you too..."

I won't hurt him anymore.

Dream's POV:
It's been ages since I've been back in the city. Things have changed. Flying camera drones seemed to blaze across the sky, the atmosphere felt gray, dull. The air was heavy.

I noticed the protest forming subtly in the road. Groups of people, inconspicuously gathering. We gradually joined them as well, just waiting as more people showed up.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a glimpse of vibrant pink, but it quickly escaped my sight.

I had an earpiece on, George would communicate to me through it. Beside me, Skeppy had his on. He seemed distracted, disturbed.

"What happened with Bad?" I asked, startling him. He glanced off, annoyed.

"Nothing."

Just then, I heard a flurry of noises, shouts, and whatnot. The protest has begun. Around us, signs were lifting. We projects pushed our way to the front, ready to get in action. The moment A6d and George call, the operation is on.

Looking up, a familiar face was among the guards. Grunk. He looked troubled.

"Step back and go home, or we'll use force," he shouted to the people. It seemed to enrage them further.

One man beside me yelled back, "you're going to beat us, like you beat the projects?"

The people around him began shouting in agreement, a mix if 'yeahs' and 'get them!'

Grunk just sighed, before muttering a, "I don't want to do this."

He then pulled out a small device, the drones began flying overhead.

"Back off before we crush you," he said bitterly, "Believe me, this isn't fun."

The people stood firm.

Just then, there was an explosion behind us, an eruption of screams.

"STRIKE THEM DOWN!"