Location 2 Project: OPPC // DreamTeam AU

Chapter 6

Tubbo was in there for a while, since the glass was soundproof George had no idea what he was talking about to the subject. George found his mind always creeping back to the steel container.

Do we even know if he's human?

We don't even know his name or why he is here.

Questions filled the void in my head and I found myself going and attempting to converse with the metal container boy.

So Geroge went.

While George was walking, George realised he didn't even know if subjects are able to talk. Tubbo seemed to be talking to codename Tommy but he wouldn't be surprised if he just did that as a one sided conversation. But soon enough, he reached the container.

"Hey uh- are you there?"

George heard a sad muffled chuckle from inside.
"Well, where else would I be"

George felt a bit stupid.

"I just, wanted to ask some questions if that's alright with you?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Is there anything I can call you?"

Annoyingly on cue, a loud, shouting Tubbo bolted down the room. What looked to be 3 keys on a keyring jiggling in his hand. George felt confusion wrap around my head, now did he manage to talk to Eret in such a small space of time?

Tubbo, seemingly out of breath, held the keys up to George's face.
"Each- facility- has one each.."

George took the keys, a sense of fear built up in his stomach, this was it. He gently held the set of keys by the key that was labelled 'Storage containment' on it and slid it into the metal lock and twisted it. The top suddenly popped off as he removed it from the container and handed it to Tubbo who was waiting eagerly for the reveal.

"Alright box boy, we are gonna get you out of there",
George said gently

"Box boy huh?"

The door stubbornly opened and out came a wretched smell. There sat a boy, long legs, scruffy dirty blonde hair and the greenest eyes George had ever seen in his life. He wore a worn looking black hoodie and lose jeans. Surrounding the boy where 3 empty water bottles and some sort of bucket in the far corner. The two brunettes figured that was probably what the smell was coming from.

The Boy boy proceeded to stand up and take a few steps towards them, he looked uneasy on his feet. The height difference was almost sad, Box boy loomed a solid head and a half above the two tiny boys.
Tubbo sighed with relief.
"At least he's not a victim, right?"

George nodded in agreement, if he was then he would be in the subject clothes and he seemed pretty human.

There was only one thing box boy had to say.

"I thought you would be taller."

George felt taken aback from this.
"Oh why thank you, George, for saving me and opening my prison",
George said it in a mocking, high pitch tone.

Box boy found it difficult not to laugh a little.

It got a little awkward, so many questions but nobody wanted to ask, the three stood in painful silence.

George glanced into the container.
Only three water bottles- nothing else.

He decided he would be the one to break the silence.
"You must be famished. How about we go get something to eat?"

Box boy seemed keen as he eagerly followed George. Tubbo seemed reluctant.

"George, is it okay if I go back and talk to Tommy some more? You two can go on ahead, you should probably let blondie clear himself up."

George shot Tubbo a thumbs up and left with Box boy.

While walking it felt surreal, the brunette believed they were treating this situation entirely, George felt he should probably see if the boy was doing alright mentally and physically. How long was he in there?

"Uh- box boy, how long were you in there?"

Box boy ran his hands through his messy hair.
"A week at most."

George felt awful for him, that's a long time without food.

It will probably be nice to have someone else around the facility though.

They got to George's living space and George realised he didn't really have a change of clothes that would fit him. That doesn't matter now though, we needed to get him food. George microwaved some ready to go roast dinners and it wasn't long before box boy and George sat at the small table, eating together.

"So, are you gonna try asking what my name is again or are you gonna stick with 'box boy' and 'blondie'"

George rammed a spoon full of mash into his mouth.
"What's your name then?"

"Clay"

Other then him finding the name kind of odd, George liked it.

"So Clay, why are you here- as in why were you in a box?"

Clay shrugged as he also rammed the food down his mouth.

George couldn't help but analyse Clay a bit more, he had some cute freckles on his face and he seemed like a pretty good looking guy in all honestly. One thing George noticed what that around his right eye seemed strange, it was a slight tint of red, hardly noticeable upon first glance at this boy but when you notice it it's almost like you can't unsee it.

"Box boy, what's up with the eyes there?"

Clay sighed,
"Stop calling me that, also, my eye?"

Suddenly Clay lifted his hand towards his right eyes and went a little pale, he glanced back a George and gave him a small smile.

"It's really nothing"

George shrugged at his reaction and continued to eat.

They managed to find some share clothes in the storage room, meant in case someone decided to grow a little while they work here.

George fished him out a green zip up jumper, a white shirt and a pair of black tracky bottoms.

George allowed Clay to sleep in his bed for a while since he doubted that Clay managed to get a good nights sleep in some time.

George couldn't help but contemplate how strange it's been today, what's the odds of something like this happening.

George was just glad to make some new friends.