Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 31

Skeppy's POV:
The determined look on Dream's face told us there was no going back. He was staying, whether we wanted it or not. With a deep inhale, I grabbed Bad and began taking off.

"Oh no you don't!" Grunk yelled, about to lunge.

Only, there were now 20 exact replicas of us, all appearing at once. Dream had casted his illusions. The young guard looked around confused. Dream then threw a book at his head, grabbing his attention.

"You're fighting me!" he called, before disappearing into a group of his duplicates. Grunk charged into the cluster, causing all the images to vanish.

"You little coward..." he sneered, thrashing around violently.

Dream was a competent fighter, being an 8.5 and all. However, despite that, Grunk was incredibly trained. I now remembered him from the other timeline. The kid was built to battle. Schlatt had practically mutated him. Even so, I couldn't stick around.

"Did you not hear him, lets go!" Techno yelled, grabbing my arm. With another reluctant glance back, I followed after him.

Third Person POV:
A circle of 10 Dreams, all surrounded Grunk, they began charging toward him, each holding a baton. In a moment of fury, Grunk stabbed his trident to the ground, sending a wave a currents in all directions.

To his surprise, they all dissipated into nothing. Then, a hard slam landed against his back, causing him to stumble. Dream had gotten behind him.

Recoiling immediately, he lurched the trident around, aiming at the blond. Dream sidestepped, before disappearing into a flurry of clones.

Even more enraged, Grunk swung his weapon around madly, sending zaps in all directions. It caused his opponent to stagger for a second. Seeing this opening, he charged in ready to stab, but was blocked by a nearby chair.

"I'm tired of your magic tricks," he gritted, pushing the weapon down, "just die already!"

Dream struggled against the weight of the other, desperately holding the chair up.

"Dying is not exactly my thing," he responded, voice strained.

Suddenly, he pushed his right arm upwards, flipping them over before jumping up to grab his baton. Grunk followed after with a lunge, only to be deflected, and kicked back. He began seething with rage.

"That's it. No more holding back."

He held his weapon horizontally, before pulling it apart. It broke into two smaller tridents. They both seemed to blaze up with electricity.

Charging like a bull, Grunk leaped toward Dream, with a sharp ferocity in his eyes. The electricity sent tingles up his skin.

Dream dodged the first, but was grazed by the second. At that, jolts of paralysis went through him. He was only able to evade the next attack by fading into his illusions.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you understand your CEO's gone mad?" Dream called to the younger. Grunk seemed to become enraged by that.

Plowing through the clones, he snapped back.

"I'm nothing without the CEO! Don't talk about him like you know him!"

He struck toward the real, but was parried by the baton. However, the lightning coursed through the object, causing Dream to stagger in shock. The baton jolted with raw electricity, seeming to radiate.

"You guys...are evil," he spatted.

Grunk dashed again, this time, he was able to stab Dream's stomach. The older sputtered in pain, before shoving him away.

He gasped, clutching his bleeding wound. It was deep.

Grunk continued to push back, forcing Dream to block with his arm. He yelped in the sharp pain. Soon, he was against the smashed window.

Even so, Dream continued to taunt.

"We're evil? Who's t-" he winced, "t-the one killing people right now?"

Grunk fell silent at that.

"I-I didn't want..." he trailed off, eyes holding immeasurable guilt. Suddenly, it hardened again.

"You're distracting me!" he stepped forward, approaching the wounded project. There was nowhere for him to run.

"Goodbye." he scowled, raising his arms to impale. Only, when he slammed down, his blade went right through the figure, causing him to stumble through.

"wha-" it disappeared. An illusion.

Suddenly, Grunk felt an impact of pain and electricity. He stagger forward, tumbling out the window. Dream had knocked him with the charged baton from behind.

Grunk braced himself, ready to fall. He was 15 years old, accepting death. Only, he found himself suspended by the leg.

Dream pulled him back in, despite the stab in his arm. After getting up, Grunk was still convulsing from the electricity, as if he were being electrocuted. He was unable to move.

"Oh, you want to kill me personally," he gritted, glaring up at the taller, "go ahead. I have no family anyways. The CEO was going to dispose me sooner or later."

Dream just shook his head, flashing a sad look, "I don't kill children."

Grunk recoiled, "What?"

The project responded with a soft grin, "I'm sparing you."

With those words, he trudged away, still clutching his side.

Beneath Grunk's hand was his trident. He could throw it right now if he wanted. He could finish the job. Only, he didn't move. Not because he was too weak. He didn't want to. With a sigh, he called out.

"There's a first aid kit under the stairs."

Dream's POV:
The stairs seemed to have doubled since I last walked them. Perhaps if I wasn't bleeding like a waterfall, I wouldn't feel this way. There was no way I could join the others. It's up to them now.

Pulling beneath the stairs, there was a first aid kit.

Oh thank god. I won't bleed to death.

Suddenly, my earpiece switched on. Immediately, George began yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU SHUT ME OFF!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!"

He sounded as if he'd been crying. I found myself laughing breathily.

"Sorry bout' that..."

I cursed sharply, the alcohol seemed to rip into me.

"I hate alcohol..." I muttered, letting out another gasp.

"Don't press too hard with it, dab lightly," George instructed.

I nodded, "thanks..."

"I'm still mad, just so you know," he added. I laughed in response, beginning to wrap bandages around myself. George panicked every time I made a noise.

"George?" I mumbled quietly, a little dazed.

"Yes Dream?" He responded.

"Have I ever told you your accent is cute?"

He giggled, "you have. When we first met."

"Good. It's adorable. You're adorable..."

He went silent at that. I could tell he was blushing.