"I'm back," Sapnap grunted, causing George and Clay to jump. Sapnap was carrying they boy from before in his arms bridal style.
He rested the boy against a nearby tree and reached his hand out to Clay, asking for bandages.
Clay handed him the bandages and Sapnap stripped the boy of his shirt. A large cut stretched out in the middle of his stomach, probably caused by a sword.
Sapnap started wrapping the wound while Clay helped George onto his feet.
Clay dusted off George's cloak and walked carefully over to Sapnap to get a better view of what he was doing.
The boy's eyes were barely open, and his breathing was rapid and unsmooth.
Sapnap was whispering the same word over and over again, and Clay assumed that was the boy's name.
Karl
George noticed Clay tense up and laid a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.
Clay's head snapped over his shoulder, and he immediately calmed when he was met with George's brown eyes.
"Let him be," George whispered. Clay's eyes traveled to the ground as George grabbed at his hand gently and pulled him away from the area.
"I think the boy's name is Karl." Clay mumbled as he leaned his back against a large pinewood tree.
"Karl.." George whispered softly. Clay tilted his head to the side.
"I once knew a Karl. He was the little kid I told you about's cousin."
Clay's lips parted slightly, a small memory coming back.
{-}
"This is my cousin, Karl! Karl, this is my best friend ———!" Clay smiled.
"Hello ———!"
"Hi Karl!"
Karl held out his hand for ——— to shake, but ——— enveloped him in a hug instead.
When ——— pulled away, Clay wrapped an arm around ——— protectively.
'Watch your mouth Karl' Clay mouthed. Karl looked away at the ground.
{-}
"Clay?" George asked, waving a hand infront of Clay's face. Clay didn't snap out of his trance, so George lightly slapped him. Even that didn't get his attention.
George sighed and found himself on his tippy toes, inches away from Clay's ear.
He let out a soft noise (that I'm not writing)
directly into Clay's ear, immediately snapping Clay back into reality.
"W-Wh-" he gasped for air, firm blush heating onto his cheeks.
"Shhh~" George cooed into his ear. Clay felt a hand on the top of his head, ruffling his dirty hair.
"What're yo-"
Clay was cut off by another hand reaching for his waistband.
He hesitatingly swatted the hand away and backed up a few inches, hitting his back to the tree.
"George.."
George crawled up onto his lap and smirked down at him.
"Guess who~"
Clay strained to understand. All he knew was this wasn't George. He racked his brain for names of anyone who would hate him.
"Oh my god Clay you're such an idiot!" A voice laughed. This voice sounding less British.
"My name is Wilbur, and George is good as dead."
"W-Wilbur correct..? W-what do you m-mean..?" Clay stuttered out, fear and anxiety overtaking him.
"Well you see green boy, when you let George out of your sight, again, I kidnapped him, again."
"And w-what are you going to d-do to him..?"
"I'll make you suffer by hurting the only thing you EVER loved!"
(Yes mystreet reference cause I love that series even if it's just a roleplay in a block game)
"GEORGE!" Clay cried, but Wilbur slammed a hand to his mouth.
"Clay~! Don't do that~"
Clay struggled in Wilbur's grip as Wilbur lifted him up onto his feet and dragged him through the forest.
Clay got an idea and smirked. He leaned over slightly and bit down harshly on Wilbur's hand, his teeth causing a harsh dig into his skin.
Wilbur snatched his hand back and let out a yelp. He yanked his other hand for Clay's neck but was meet by a harsh blow to his hip, knocking him to the side into a tree.
Clay took off running, hoping to somewhat get away from the psycho. He dodged many fallen over logs in his run.
He stumbled into a cave and ran far into the cave, away from the entrance. He immediately collapsed on the floor and ran a hand through his dirty hair.
George
George was the only person on his mind. He had to save George. George meant everything to him.
He laid against the cold floor, attempting to clear his mind, but failed.
He finally sat up and crawled over to the exit.
Nothing
Clay crawled out of the cave and stood up on his feet, immediately taking off for somewhere safe.
He found a large shady area under a tree and raced under it. He leaned against the tree and scanned the area.
It was mid afternoon. The sky was nearly cloud free.
He heard a rustling from behind him and turned towards the voice.
"I told you to WATCH HIM."
"Who are you?!"
"GEORGE IS DEAD IN THE NEAR FUTURE YOU DUMBASS! I TOLD YOU TO WATCH HIM SO IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"
Clay froze at the voice's words. The voice was similar yet different. It was cracky and raspy, probably from crying. Clay immediately realized who the person was.
The Future of Himself
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Fanfiction'𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ' A long and sad adventure. Clay and George embark on a venture to escape the wanted. Wilbur needs Niki revived and tries to kidnap Clay. What happens when h...
