DreamNotFound Oneshots!

Join Me

I've had this idea for awhile, and decided why not do it now! If anyone reading this has suggestions, please feel free to comment them!
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  George took deep breaths as he wiped the blood dripping from his bottom lip, he was covered in cuts and bruises, and completely out of breath.

  "If they sent you to me you have to be better than that, stand up." A taller man in a mask demanded, his tone sharp. After a moment of silence the blond kneeled in front of the panting British man who was on his knees. "Well? Stand. You can't be this worn out already."

  George slowly looked up to make eye contact with the villain, still taking in deep breaths, finding it hard to actually feel as if any air is entering his lungs. He was astonished at how the masked figure managed to only receive a few cuts and bruises, despite as far as George knew, he was one of the best fighting heros in his company. That's what they told him, at least.

  "How... how are you not..." George inquires, struggling to form a sentence as his head throbs when he speaks.

  "Hurt? How am I not hurt?" The man scoffed slightly, thinking the smaller had to be joking, but quickly frowned when he saw the completely serious expression on his face. "Oh you're serious?" George just glared at him, yes he was serious. "You fought well, don't get me wrong, but you seriously haven't figured it out?"

  "F-Figured what out...?" George questioned, obviously confused.

  "You really don't know? How you're little company lies?" The tall man shakes his head "What's your name? What did they tell you as you progressed through training?"

  "I-... my name? What do you mean lies? Wh-" Before George can finish, the masked man cuts him off. "Yes. Your name. And I don't want your dumb superhero name, or whatever you call it. Your name. Then I'll tell you the lies you have been fed."

  "George..." The Brit mutters quietly, then slowly moves back from the man. "And who are you? They said your name is Dream, but that doesn't seem like your real name.."

  The blond pauses before saying his name "Clay. Now do you want to know about your company or not?"

  George quickly nods, he wants to know what the fuck is going on here. "They always send the weakest of the bunch at me. They don't give half of you proper training, and they feed you lies. Telling you that you're top if your class, time and time again. Every fucking time they send someone at me, they end up losing, and won't believe me when I try and tell them. They just say that I will never get the best if them and that they are this powerful person, when really, they aren't."

  George looks at Clay with absolute shock and disbelief. "W-What...? But why... why would they do that?" He implores.

  Clay sighs and looks at George through his mask, observing his expression. "Getting rid of all the weak links I guess."

  "So... I'm.. weak?" George asks breathlessly. He can't believe what he's hearing, yet Clay's tone is too serious to make him think he's lying. Clay slowly lifts his mask and observes the trembling British boy. "No, you just need proper training, and you could be the strongest out of everyone in that shitty company."

  George slowly attempts to stand, wincing at his throbbing leg as he does. Clay also stands, pitting the smaller man. They really did the poor thing dirty by sending him. "H-How would I get proper training?"

  "Come with me." Clay says after a few minutes of thinking. "What? You can't be serious. You're-"

"-A villain?" Clay asks, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Or is that what they all wanted you to believe? George, they are clearly manipulating you. I'm not the villain, they are. Think about it, why would they be doing this to you if they were good guys?"

  George wraps his arms around himself and stares at the ground as he thinks. "B-But... Wilbur seems like such a good guy.... why would he betray people who are trying to do good things?"

  "Maybe he intentions aren't as good as they seem." Clay says before walking to the edge of the rooftop they had fought on. "So what will it be? Do you want to come with me, or go back?" He asks before looking over his shoulder and back at George.

  George slowly looks up and over at Clay. He seems to be deep in thought, considering his options. "How do I know I can trust you?"

  "You don't, but you can learn to. My friends and I would love a new person to join the team." Clay turns and gives a soft smile.

  How could a person showing such sincerity be classified as a villain? George wonders. "Friends?"

  "Yes, you might know them as Sapnap, and BadBoyHalo. But their names are Nick and Darryl." Clay says calmly.

"THEY are YOUR friends?!" George has known the names of Dream, Sapnap, and BadBoyHalo for awhile, so it's all slowly getting to be quite shocking. Clay laughs "What? Surprised I have friends?"

  "No no no that's not what I meant I-" George is once again cut off by Clay. "Chill, I'm teasing you. So come on now, what will it be?"

  George shifts side to side, wincing at his leg once again. "I-..."

  Clay walks to George and offers his hand "Come on, join me! It'll be fun. And you'll get training fit for a king!" George stares at the outstretched hand for a moment. He slowly grabs Clay's hand "Okay. I'll come."

  Clay smiles "Perfect, I have a feeling you and I will get along great."

  "Yeah if you don't pummel me into the ground like you just did."

  Clay just laughs "No promises."