Minecraft, but Manhunt is getting real [DreamNotFound]

9

He left the village.

Clay lifted his head and could hear the meow of a cat. So he really tamed the cat. Whatever. Clay was still tracking George. The young man wiped the sweat from his face. In fact, he didn’t care anymore about winning. Right now, his only goal was to pressure George to win so they could leave the game together by passing the End portal. That was maybe the better way to do so. At least, as Clay couldn’t communicate with George, it was the best way he could think of.

George knew Dream was here. Clay had heard him many times mentioning his name, telling him indirectly to do his best, that they were going to beat this game together. Yes, George. You can’t imagine how right you are. I’m here and we are going to team up to get out of here.

He could hear George’s giggles as he petted his cat, meowing back at him. Clay stroked his hair.

“I want to see Patches too”, Clay whined softly, as he broke his smoker to follow George.

He had way too many iron with him, as he collected George’s. He didn’t really care, but it was the only way to let George go when he targeted him in his high tower. At that time, he realized that George didn’t have many ways to run away, and Clay just made the decision to act like he was being distracted stealing the iron. And it worked, since George jumped and ran away.

Clay took a sip of his water bucket. It was so refreshing. The desert was so hot Clay had to take his sweater off. The warmth was overwhelming. Clay was always really careful to let a certain distance between George in him, in order for him to never notice his nametag. Maybe he would attack him at night, just to trigger him a little.

I don’t want to scare him too much, thought Clay as he finally left the desert. He was going to continue his trip when he heard something in his right ear. The young man turned his head almost automatically, then realized it wasn’t him.

“Yaay”, he heard George say. The smile could be heard in his voice.

A lava pool.

Eddie meowed, and George told him to sit. Clay approached in the sneakiest way. His friend was sorting his inventory, throwing in the lava useless stuff. The presence of the cat had made George in a whole new mood, and he was now humming. It was amazing how a good company was able to warm someone’s heart. The dark-haired man took lava in his bucket. George was better at doing portals now, and Clay watched him do so, with a certain pride in his heart. He felt like a proud daddy. George has done it in less than ten seconds. Impressive. Even George applauded himself, somewhat proud of himself.

The night was falling. Clay saw George crafting a bed on his crafting table and build a somehow house out of cobblestone. It was awful. George didn’t have gravel nor flint. It was the next step, and then he could jump in the portal to discover how hell looked like in real life. He didn’t know if he really wanted to, though. It was going to be scary as ever. Maybe he should leave Eddie here. Thinking about his cat being burned down was heartbreaking.

Even though sleep wasn’t needed in this world, George lied down his bed and called Eddie. The cat literally jumped to lay on George’s chest, purring immediately. This little creature on his chest was so adorable, like a ray of purity.

“There, there”, said George as he petted Eddie tenderly. The night where he had to cuddle against his furnace to feel warm was so, so far away. Just to think about it was painful. George was happy to feel at least a little bit happy in this cruel, unpredictable world. His cat purred, cuddling against its owner. George giggled slightly at this.

Gosh. That is adorable. Clay should sleep as well. This would be the first time they actually sleep. Clay stepped back to dig under the ground and mined a tiny tunnel. He blocked the entrance with dirt, so he could break it easily if he dies, and lied down. He covered himself with the blankets. Warm. And cozy. Clay closed his eyes in relief. He could hear George talking to his cat softly and it was somehow comforting. He didn’t feel as down as before. Knowing that George was counting on him to get out of this game felt different now. He wanted to do his best as well. He was going to help George as he could.

His eyelids felt really heavy as he was getting sleepy. Clay wondered how many time has passed since they entered this stupid virtual thing. The days seemed so long and Clay no longer had any notion of time. Actually, all that mattered was to get out of here, George and him. He was pretty sure that the time when he heard his phone ringing, it was coming from reality, and now it was even more worrying that he couldn’t hear any sounds from reality anymore. Maybe it had stopped when the mutant mod has been activated, or maybe he was too much in virtual reality to hear it anymore.

George’s soft breathing, as he probably fell asleep already, calmed him down. The purring of Eddie was also relaxing, making Clay feel like Patches was here by his side. I shouldn’t worry too much about what’s going on outside. I can’t do anything about it anyway. But Clay thought about his other friends, and about that VR headset. If such a huge problem like this occurred, he mustn’t be the only one being trapped in a game. Thank god, the game he had chosen wasn’t too deadly nor gore. He wouldn’t have imagined being trapped in a post-apocalyptic world.

Clay hoped that no drama had occurred on Twitter, or anywhere else, when he wasn’t here. It’s not like he could do anything for the moment, but thinking about BadBoyHalo having a hard time by himself was sad. He knew he probably had Skeppy and the others he could count in, but still. He wanted to support Bad. His friend had done so much for him when he was down. It was only natural to help him in return. They were both in the drama to begin with. He was saying that he loved George all the time, but not enough to Bad.

“If I come home, I’ll try to ask Bad out”, said Clay out loud for himself. “We’re living in the same country. I can do this.”

This situation was helpful, in a certain way. Clay missed the real life. He realized now how he has only lived in a bubble all this time, and now that he was trapped here, he missed everything, and everyone. He wished that George was by his side. He wanted to talk with someone. He wanted to hold and feel someone’s warmth.

“George, how are you? I know, it’s a hard time. But we can do this”, Clay talked joyfully like he was actually having a conversation with his friend.

“Eddie is so cute. There, there. Good kitty. You know, George, there’s so many fun things we could do together when we’ll be out.” A tear has formed in the corner of his eye, and Clay wheezed.

“Oh yeah! We could grab a restaurant and watch a movie. Yeah, I wanna do that. Let’s invite Bad, and Sap, and everyone else.” Clay stroked his hair and sighed. “I can’t wait.”

Imagining George’s smiling face warmed his heart.

“I know”, Clay said in a sudden broken voice. “I want to see you too.”