Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 7

Night: 2

Life Count: 830

George:

He really wasn't ready to die.

But Wilbur didn't exactly make it a yes or no sort of question.

"Is it okay if I say no?" Dream snarked, his neck audibly cracking as he leisurely tilted his head back and forth, as if he was enjoying the fury seeping onto Wilbur.

Wilbur just laughed, his crossbow pointing directly at Dream's chest, stepping forwards so the gleaming tip just barely brushing his chest. Dream glanced down at the bow, the arrow aimed to pierce his heart as he looked back up at Wilbur.

"Scared, Dream?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow at the masked man.

Dream paused for a moment, before glancing over his shoulder, looking at something in the shadows behind him. George just barely caught it, a small flash of silver, a red stripe on a black cloth, reflective glasses, a hint of gold.

"No, not really." Dream twisted slightly and sheathed his sword, making Wilbur's eyes narrow, trying to calculate the masked man's next move. "Question is, are you?"

Wilbur didn't have a chance to respond as Dream sprung, his knee knocking the bow up so when he fired, the arrow hit the masked man's shoulder in the same place that the brown-haired man had shot earlier. Dream drew back his fist and punched Wilbur in the abdomen so hard that it sent him flying backwards, skidding to a halt at the base of a tree. He looked up at Dream, a scowl on his face as he stood up and turned to look at the woods behind him.

"We have you outnumbered." Wilbur notched another arrow in his crossbow, pointing it at Dream again. "We have you outmatched, outmaneuvered. Surrender and I'll make your death as painless as possible."

"Wilbur..." Dream started to say something, but his sentence was cut off as he just started... laughing. "Wil- Wilbur Soot! You really don't think I have friends too?"

As if on a spoken cue, the first firebomb dropped into the forest.

A bright arc of flames, smoke and metal zoomed through the air like a beautiful comet, landing in the trees, lighting the surrounding forest up like lightning, illuminating about a dozen people all crouched in the trees behind Dream, George and Sapnap.

"Yeah!" Dream whooped, pumping his fist in the air as the lead figure stood up, his face completely shadowed with a dark hood, the red lining standing out his black hoodie as he drew his bow back and pointed it at Wilbur. "Whooooo!"

George almost laughed when Dream practically jumped up and down as the slim figure of Skeppy stood up beside Badboyhalo, his blue hoodie giving off a little glimmer as a second fireball was launched. The light caught on so many faces George recognized, the cool expression of Eret, the sharp eyes of Illumina, Alyssa's hair blowing in the slight breeze, Punz and his white hoodie glowing like a second moon.

"Okay, that's cool." Sapnap grinned as Punz and a dozen others jumped down, weapons drawn, shields up. "Dream, did you plan this?"

"Nope." Dream just looked as awed as the rest of them as about six snipers all drew back their bows in sync. "Just got lots of luck."

Wilbur stood up, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, just glaring at them as Illumina stepped up to Dream, a mask covering his nose, hair, and mouth.

"Hey." Illumina nodded to Dream, his shimmery weapon drawn, twirling it expertly in his hand as the two rivals stood side-by-side.

"Nice to see you too, Illumina." Dream gave a mock salute as Punz skidded to a halt next to both of them, his axe out, his hood shadowing his face.