Clay awoke in a unfamiliar cold space. He sprung open his eyes and noticed the black void that used to be the forest.
"Where the hell am I?!" He shouted into the darkness.
A shadow emerged from the darkness. He looked shorter then Clay.
He looked exactly like what George had described the boy to look like.
"Hello," he said.
Two other figures approached behind him.
One looked practically the same as Clay, except he had white hair, exactly like the boy.
The third figure was a girl.
She had brown hair, similar to George's, and blue eyes. She looked probably as old as Drista. He hair about a foot or two length.
"Hello Clay," the girl bowed her head. The man just nodded his head.
"Who are you?" Clay asked. The boy shook his head and looked to the girl.
"I'm Heather," she simply stated.
It was like those two words clicked something in his brain together.
Heather Davidson
"Heather Davidson?" Clay asked. The girl nodded and looked back to the boy.
"I'm Clay. Your younger self. This is your older self," he said, the last sentence pointing to the man.
"Wait..so that means.."
"Yes. You knew my brother as children. From 8 years old to 13 years old." The girl stated.
Clay nodded as facts hit him straight in the head.
"And Clay? Don't leave George alone," the man- older Clay- finally spoke up. His voice raspy, as if he cried too much.
Leave George alone..?
"Clay! Don't tell him things!"
"What does he mean?" The present Clay spoke up.
"Just, Don't leave George. I know you love him, and don't hide those feelings. And Sapnap can't be trusted."
Those words confused Clay even more, but he said nothing. Heather moved closer and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Wake up."
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Clay forced hisself awake and noticed how the campfire was still burning.
His eyes traveled from his left to his right and saw everyone asleep. Everyone but Sapnap.
"Morning," Sapnap sighed, not looking up from the fire.
Clay remembered what the man said, and said nothing.
His eyes darted to George who was sleeping peacefully right next to him.
It was like a light in his brain, and that light was turned on, revealing something he didn't know he had.
A sister, a friend, and a 'traitor'
He closed his eyes and fell back against the tree.
"Sapnap, tell me, why did you come with us?"
"I don't know?" Sapnap shrugged his shoulders, clearly hiding something.
"Sapnap. Tell me," Clay growled. Sapnap shrunk down at the sudden change of tone.
"Fine. I killed a girl named Heather and I'm somehow still on the run," Sapnap confessed with a stone cold face and tone.
As if something snapped in Clay's brain, he finds himself standing up and drawing his dagger. He jumped at Sapnap, pinning him the ground, holding the dagger to his neck.
"You," he growled, unaware of what his body was doing.
"What?! It's not like you knew her!"
"George.." Clay managed to breath out as he pushed the blade closer to his neck.
"Oh, so someones upset because his little lover boy knew a girl who died over 10 years ago!"
"THAT WAS GEORGE'S SISTER YOU DUMBASS," Clay growled, waking the other two.
"Clay..?" Clay heard George mumble softly, causing butterflies to erupt in his chest.
Sapnap took the distracted Clay to an advantage and rolled out from under his grip and pinned him to the grass.
He lit a fire to his finger and held it close to Clay's right cheek.
"Who's on top now~?" Sapnap cooed.
(No Dreamnap-)
Clay strained for the dagger that sat a few feet from him, and successfully grasped it.
He was quick with his movements, stabbing Sapnap in the arm.
He immediately pulled the dagger out of his arm and Sapnap let out a long cry of agony.
He quickly shoved Sapnap off of him and stood up.
Drista rushed to his side and started screaming and panicking.
George stood up and crossed around the fire, running to the two boys.
Sapnap looked up at Clay let off a growl. Clay just rolled his eyes and looked to George.
Drista started to bandage the traitor's arm.
"Let's just go."
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The four walked in a awkward silence. Sapnap gripped his wound in pain, and Clay had to bite his lip to hold back laughter.
They mountains where now only a few kilometers away. Clay was afraid to cross them, seeing as the valley was a dangerous place, but the mountains expanded high into the clouds.
Clay was lost in a train of thought about what could happen.
Someone could fall
Or get attacked
Or we could loose oxygen
Or we could starve
Or die of coldness
Or die o-
Clay was pulled from his expanding trains of thoughts when a hand latched to his own.
He looked to his left and noticed George looking down at their intertwined hands.
"You seem worried," George mumbled, looking up to meet Clay's emerald eyes.
"Just..the mountains," he said, pointing towards the rather close rocks.
George nodded and gave Clay's hand a gentle squeeze.
With every step they neared closer to their possible death.
Clay remembered what future him said.
Don't leave George alone
He wasn't planning on anyway, he just didn't understand why he said that.
Maybe Sapnap'll try and hurt him?
Clay shook his, removing those thoughts. Sure he was traitor, but he seemed to like George.
Let's hope he doesn't hurt George.
The four continued to on their journey to their possible doom. Clay was almost certain his friend's house was only on the other side of the mountains.
Once they where to his friend's house, they'll be safe.
Maybe a start a new life in the forest, together.
Just the thought made a grin tug onto his lips.
Then he remembered a distant memory.
He was probably 8, and it was right after school.
He was walking towards the sidewalk to head home, but noticed a boy under a tree.
They boy looked thin, like he never ate, and his hair was so long that it covered his neck, ears, and most of his forehead.
His hair was a fluffy brown, but it looked almost honey colored in the afternoon sun.
Clay saw that he was lonely, and decided to walk up to him.
"Hello," he said when he was about a meter in front of him. The boy looked up.
He had a brown eye, and a blue eye.
His blue eyes looked faded and almost grey like.
The boy smiled back innocently. Clay walked over to the tree and threw his backpack on the ground, falling to the ground next to it and the boy.
"Your ears are pretty," Clay said, pointing to the sharp, fine ears that barely stood out from the hair.
"Thanks," George replied.
"My name is Clay," he said to the small boy.
"Hello Clay, I'm George," the boy- George- smiled.
George