Location 2 Project: OPPC // DreamTeam AU

Chapter 9 [Clay POV]

"Clay, how are you feeling?"

George and I were sitting in the bedroom of his living space. Tubbo was here earlier as he was trained professionally in first aid, but he left upon hearing a knock outside. He disinfected and put a patch over the eye. It still ached.

"Fine. I'm more concerned about Tubbo actually and about who knocked on the door.."
My voice was hoarse.

George's face saddened.
"You know you can talk to me Clay, what happened?"

I scoffed to myself, yeah right.
I sat in silence.

George continued
"Clay, your eye is in terrible shape, something had to have happened-"

"George it was nothing! Now please let's just forget about it, alright?"
I snapped

George looked upset, he took a step back and sat down on the bed, his head hung like a sad puppy.

I couldn't help but feel a bit bad, but if rather not lie to him and I can't tell the truth either.

He'd kill me if he knew.
Literally.

Suddenly, Tubbo walked in.
He almost looked worse then he did before.

"Tubbo- who was it?"

He fixed his eyes onto my face and mumbled.
"Eret, he saw the blood outside"

George looked up and sat up fast.
"This is our chance to tell him about Clay!"

I didn't know what to do- Tubbo slowly agreed and George left before I even got the chance to stop him.

I decided to get up and chase George, so that's what I did.

Tubbo was left alone.

I ran down the long corridors but no sign of George at all, my anxiety grew as I fumbled down, desperately searching for him. After what felt like forever I noticed a larger door than the rest, it looked somewhat important. I quickly opened it with little struggle, shoved myself through and slammed right into something soft.

I lay there for a second until hearing a gentle noise and a quickened heartbeat that sure wasn't mine. I cleared my mind and pushed myself up to look down at what I had fallen on.

There was a boy, he had some sort of white thin bandana thing over the top of his forehead a head full of dark hair. He wore a white shirt with what looked like a low-resolution fire on it with black under armour.

The boy let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, he just started for a phew seconds before his eyes widened and he pushed himself away.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU-"
He spat out quickly

I just stared at him, awkwardly.
"Uh, I am friends with Georgennotfound-"

He relaxed just a little, then eyed me down suspiciously.
"That ain't gonna work on me, bud, who the hell are you?"

I sighed
"My name is Clay, I'm not sure how I got here or why I'm here I just am."

He seemed almost afraid, I wasn't sure why.

He steadied himself slightly and stood up, I followed suit. He patted down his clothing and looked at me intensely.
"Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point, your not one of them are you?"

I felt a knot in my stomach.

"Dream?"

My heart clenched upon hearing that name, but I just barely managed to contain myself.
"Sorry, sir- I don't know what you're talking about- and what's Dream?"
Though my tone was steady and deep, my words slipped out like ice and sped past my tongue fast.

It took everything inside me not to run, scream, stutter, shake or cry, but I powered through, I was proud that I got that sentence out so well. Even if it was spoken very quickly.

He looked nervously at me
"Well... A friend of George is a friend of mine. My name is Sapnap.

I relieved smile exploded across my face as I grinned at my success.

"Nice to meet you, Sapnap-"
I cut myself off

"Why does everything but George have such- strange names, no offence."

He let out a choked scoff and started laughing, I wanted to know what was so funny. I just stood there, folded arms, waiting for him to calm down.

"They're called codenames moron-"
Sapnap wiped an imaginary tear from his eye

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, I wish I had my mask right now.

"Yeah yeah hilarious, I have the right I assume, one of they're code names is George for God sake.."
I mumbled

Sapnap dandered over and put his arm over my shoulders
"Ya know Clay, me and you gonna get on just fine- about George, I was about to go see him, where is he anyway?"

I sat in much confusion for a second as I suddenly remembered the reason I left.

"That's...a good question.." I replied

Where is George?