The Dream SMP but its Art

Chapter 1

Clay knocked the door that was leading to their creative room.

When he opened, he saw Wilbur bending over a notebook and Sapnap scribbling on a piece of paper. Both looked up when he stepped in.

"Where have you been?" Sapnap asked obviously annoyed.

"Yeah, you never come that late Dream." Wilbur added

"I missed two trains."

"How did that happened?"

"I missed the first train and then talked to this guy while waiting for the next and we were so into our talk that we missed the next one."

"Wow dude. Really."

"Do you like him?"

"No! Idiot! He has a girlfriend!"

"Ah. Alright. Now sit-down dumbass you've gotta catch up on some things!", Wilbur said. He mouthed a 'Karl' and pointed on Sapnap.

Clay grinned.

After a while, Sapnap starred to slam clay on his pottery wheel and Wilbur and Clay left.

Wilbur went to the Recording room with the words: 'I may have it now' and Clay sat down in the messy room, starting to move the paint on his Canvas

That was until he got some texts from 'George'.

George: hey, George, the guy from the train station here

George: uhm, im sure u busy rn with ur art stuff

George: bur i wanted to ask if

George: uh

George: if u employee people

George: like i do digital art

George: i think i told u about that

Dream cleaned his hands and looked happily at his screen.

Dream: could u send some of ur art pls

George: [picture send]

George: [picture send]

George: [picture send]

George: [picture send]

George: [picture send]

Dream: oh wow

Dream: thats good

Dream: like really good

Dream: text u soon gotta talk to the others

George: alright thank u

George: kinda funny if that would work

George: i mean not many people can say they gor an art job at a train station

Dream: lol nope

Then he went to the little bell in the corner of his room (their friend Techno had insisted it would exist) and rung it. They had it like that, that also the bells in the creative room and recording room would start ringing (and any other room).

A minute later, Wilbur and Sapnap were sitting in front of him.

"What's the matter Dream?"

"I found a digital artist!"

"Wait really? Who? How?"

"The guy from the train station! George! He texted me and asked if we would employee and if he could work for us as a digital artist! Here some of his works!"

Sapnap raised his eyebrow and took Dreams phone.

He scrolled through the pictures and raised his eyebrow even more with each picture.

Then he clicked a little around on Dreams phone and blinked a little. Then he handed the phone to Wilbur.

"Your George is -GeorgeNotFound-! That super good digital artist from the UK! Why does -he- wants to work for -us-?"

"Probably he likes Dream", Wilbur said and shrugged.

He handed Dream his phone back. "Here. If that is really GeorgeNotFound I would not just employee him, I would make him on the same level as you two."

Dream blinked.

He quickly googled 'GeorgeNotFound pictures' and it was true. It was the guy from the train station.

"I- I text him then."

Sapnap nodded and walked over to Dreams half-finished artwork.

"That looks good!"

"Thanks!"

After they left, Dream texted George:

Come tmr 1pm then everyone is here

-POV Change-

George looked up. The building looked kinda scary.

Normally it probably wouldn't but here he was.

-What if they don't like me? I need to get out of Ashley's Apartment somehow. She loves me and I love her but i don't want to challenge the relationship. What if they don't let me work here? It's not like I need money or something, but I need to get distracted from Ashley-

George sighed and opened the door.

No one was there. He looked down at his phone. This was the right address...

Suddenly a blonde boy came to him. He may was around 17.

"Hey, you George?"

"Yes?"

"Ah cool, I'm Tommy. Come, we're waiting."

-He seems young to work here-

He led George to a room with the lettering "Conference Room - Dream SMP"

"Dream SMP?"

"Yeah, thats our organisation. Dream kinda founded it so."

"Wait- is Dream Clay?"

Tommy starred at George for a second and then burst out in laugher.

"Yeah. But no one calls him Clay. Only when you're like dead serious."

"Oh. Okay."

And with that Tommy opened the door.

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Hey guys, hows it going?

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I know, I know short chapters, but I dunno how to get more words.

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Luz, GuyFromChapter63