Speedrunner {Dreamnotfound}

Chapter 1

"George-"

Haha, George was definitely screwed.

If it weren't for the harsh way his voice was called, he would have almost called this day peaceful, well, er- as peaceful as it could be. George was currently in the Deadheads, paying homage to the dead Gladers. It was something he did in private, something he did more for himself more than anything. He's only been stuck in the Glade for two years, but those two years for him was anguish. The screaming, the banishing, the dead Gladers. He was never close with them but somehow, now dead, they seemed closer to him then the ones alive.

Though his name was called, George didn't move from his spot. His hand fiddled with the smallest of flowers, weaving them efficiently into little crowns. Pathetic really, he thought. Something as dumb as weaving flowers was his comfort. He couldn't even see their damn colors for gods sake! But they're beautiful, like a beauty that wasn't allowed in a place so wretched. It was times like these, times where he was alone with nature when he deeply wished to see color. He wished to see the reds and oranges of the morning uprise or the sunset. He wished to see green in it's natural vibrancy, instead of this piss color he was left with.

Self pity wasn't going to get him anywhere.

"George."

"What?!" George sneered, whirling around from his place on the floor.

Two boys stood in front of him. Greenies, both of them, only coming out of the box 2 months ago. Tommy and Tubbo, 12 year olds, coming out of the same box at the exact same time. They were the first to come out in a pair, the first that made the Gladers question more on what the hell was going on.

George remembered the box rattling, shaking loudly with how fast it was going up. He waited patiently along with everyone else, surrounding the box to greet the new addition. It always took a while for it to get up and even more time to open it's heavy lids. They expected another Greenie, probably bland and clueless like the rest of them were when they were elevated from the box. Or they expected supplies, drops of medications or needs that the bottomless hole of nothingness seemed to provide them. Instead they got two knocked out children looking twigs. Those were the exact same twigs that stood in front of him.

"Wilbur said it's time to eat," Tommy scoffed matter of factly, the same accent George has lacing his young voice. Beside him, Tubbo only nodded, his hand tightening it's grip on the bottom hem of Tommy's shirt.

George rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Well tell Wilbur I'm not stupid, I don't need children reminding me," He turned back to the little flower crown he was making. Blue morning glories he called the flowers. They reminded him of the blue sky above him. Blue is pretty and so are the flowers, why not have both? George's mouth formed a thin line as he concentrated, "I'm not hungry."

"George-"

"Yeah, that's my name-"

"Don't be a fucking smartass with me-"

The two continued to banter, swears ruining the once quiet atmosphere. Tubbo deadpanned, unamused. He looked down, eyeing the flower crowns at George's feet. Tubbo couldn't help but feel giddy when he saw a small bee by one flower. He turned towards Tommy, looking for confirmation to walk towards the bee. Unfortunately, Tommy and George were still arguing so Tubbo took those matters into his own hands.

Releasing Tommy's shirt, Tubbo walked towards said bee. Crouching down and slipping on one of George's countless flower ring, he raise his hand towards the bee. Like flies to honey, the bee latched on to Tubbo finger and said boy had to bite the urge to squeal in utter delight. Slowly rising, he made his was back to his spot besides Tommy and relatched his hand on his shirt. Tubbo was content.

Your name is Buzz.

"Wilbur is gonna be on your ass if you don't go to lunch, George," Tommy spat. He stared challengingly into George's eyes, "You know he won't let you back out into the maze if you don't do what he says."

George faltered.

Of course he would pull that card. George's eyes switched from Tommy's to his own leg. Sprained from the overexertion he put himself through. But he was desperate. He wanted out of this hell hole the Gladers called home. He had run farther into the maze then others and barely came back just in time before the walls closed. He was scolded that night but he didn't care. He just wanted out. If it weren't for Wilbur taking initiative and locking up George in the Slammer, who knew what George would have done that night.

He wouldn't be alive, that's for sure.

"Fine," George huffed and got up abruptly. Due to the sudden movement, Buzz the bee fled, and Tubbo slumped, upset. He sent a cold glare at George.

Fuck you, George.

That went unnoticed.

"Good," Tommy sighed, content. He turn towards Tubbo, extending a hand. Tubbo took it gingerly and they both began their walk towards the kitchen, George in tow. He watched the pair from behind, watched as their hands swayed between them. Ever since they were taken out of the box, the two were inseparable. They wouldn't even sleep if they weren't in the same room, so they made adjustments and allowed them to room. Only set back was they would only give them one bed, which, in reality didn't really bother them. This resulted in the two weaving into each other during sleep. Tommy's arms wrapped around Tubbo's neck and legs sprawled over him, all in a stance to be protective. Tubbo's arms wrapped around Tommy's middle and and legs wrapped around Tommy's.

It was cute and everyone understood, er- at least, George assumed everyone understood. If George himself was delivered in a box with another person, he too, was sure he'd want to sleep in the same room as them and nothing else. It also made George a bit envious. Although he would never admit it out loud, he also wanted a partner. Whether their relationship would be a romantic one or a platonic one like the pair in front of him didn't really matter to him. All George knew was that he was lonely. And loneliness ate at his edges like a hungry cow.

George was quickly snapped from his train of thought when he heard Tubbo yell.

"I'll race you, Tommy!"

And he sprinted his way to the kitchen, leaving the two dumbfounded.

"Tubbo that's so unfair!"

He wasted no time to run after his best friend.

Sighing, George ran a hand through his locks. Turning around, he eyed down the East door of the Glade. His eyes narrowed.

He was going back in there and he was going to find his way out this hell hole.

Or at least,

He'd die trying.