― mcyt one-shots

Reveal

a/n: this is mostly just a story idea that i wanted to oneshot. might make for an interesting story tho so yea

context: the dreamteam never banded, dream has never shown his face before and planned to at this vid con (i've never been/seen a vlog of it so have mercy).
george and sapnap are there as joint youtuber friends.
dream and george HAVE met eachother, however much like real life, they met on Bad's server, where dream asked with help from coding. However, george actually responded this time and did the coding for him and they never spoke again, and barely cross paths. (see why this would be a banger fic tho?)

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This is not how I planned my face reveal. Well, it was, but it also wasn't.

I did plan to face reveal at this years vidcon. However, I didn't plan to be hiding in the bathroom for the last hour because of my nerves.

All I could think, was thank god I didn't accept that speech proposal. With my teeth damn near chattering, I could barely utter a single sentence, much less than a whole speech in front of thousands.

I knew my fans were outside looking for me. I hadn't announced on my twitter I was here yet, so I was safe for now. Considering no one knew what I looked like I could easily pass as a small youtuber.

Not the Dream with one of the fastest growing youtube channels of 2020. Not the faceless green blob.

It's times like these I wish I had convinced Bad to come with me, even Skeppy would have worked. I opened my discord briefly, scanning the contacts for anyone who could be here, maybe be my buddy, but no one caught my eye.

Well, besides him, that guy from MunchyMC. I tap on our messages, from easily months ago, remembering him as the guy who helped me code. Rather, he did all the work and didn't ask for anything in return. He offered to teach me the basics but I never got around to accepting.

His custom status said he was at vidcon. I was tempted to go and find him, maybe become better friends, but I realized I don't even know what he looks like.

All I knew was that his name was George, which wouldn't help at all in this crowd. I don't even know if he's a youtuber.

I had been mostly alone in this bathroom (as it was designated for content creators only) until a guy walked in. We made eye contact for a split second before he started rinsing his hands.

I didn't have the nerve to speak up.

On my videos and streams, I'm relatively cocky and boisterous, but in real life situations I can't help but be a bit timid.

I study the guy aware that he can see me in the giant mirror. He's a bit shorter than me, rather a lot shorter than me, with dark brown hair. He's wearing a grey hoodie and the front has an embroidered supreme logo. But it doesn't say supreme, in fact, it says GeorgeNotFound.

I blink, definitely surprised. That's totally him- the coder from my dms- since that was his IGN.

I'm cut off from my thoughts when he looks over at me again after drying his hands. "Um, are you okay?" His voice is accented with a british flair, and I had to admit it fit him.

I choke on my words as the gears in his head turn, probably labeling me as a psychopath. "Well- yes, but- but actually no, I think- I don't really know."

George throws his paper towel away. "What's wrong?"

He doesn't say it too threateningly, nor too amicably. He's just neutral.

The nerves from the last hour crash into me at blinding speed. He may not have displayed all that much interest in my story, but I need to share it. I just need that final confidence boost.