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George looked down at the sword in his hand. Although he couldn’t see much color to it, he knew was gorgeous, after all it was created to be the most powerful on the SMP. Even though he thought it was impossible to create a weapon that could kill anyone with one hit, yet there it was, in his hands, glowing with enchant.
The sword that would kill Dream.
After all, that’s why it was made.
And George was destined to kill him.
“Do you understand, George?” Techno asked.
George looked up, completely clueless of the conversation Techno, Tubbo, Tommy, and Sapnap, were having.
“Of course, he doesn’t,” Tommy throws his arms into the air, “he’s too fucking busy thinking about Dream. Do you understand we’re in a fucking war here?”
George stared at them, taking comfort in Tubbo’s kind eyes. Even holding one of the highest positions in the land, he still cares for his friends- for Tommy. George wishes Dream were more like him.
“Listen George this will only work if you know the plan,” Sapnap said sympathetically. “Do you need us to go over it one more time?”
He nodded, resulting in Tommy to loudly sigh, mostly for effect.
“Okay so, it all starts Saturday, Dream is hosting a ball to celebrate Eret’s coronation as king. Techno and I will take care of Eret, you are going to go, dance with Dream, then kill him with the sword Techno made. Boom George is king again,” Sapnap explained clearly in a much simpler way than earlier, partly due to his hidden aggravation at George’s lack of interest in the plan.
“Then we’ll be free from the green bitch boy!” Tommy yelled standing up in celebration resulting in Tubbo grabbing his arm and pulling him back into his seat.
“We are trying to assassinate a god, are you trying to tell him before we even try?” Techno warned, clearly much more in touch with the gravity of the situation than the others.
The chat continued amongst them, continuing to visualize the fine details, such how to get Tommy in unnoticed as well as how to isolate Dream from his guards, leaving George alone with his thoughts.
He was unsure he if would be able to do it, Dream was his best friend- was that the right word? Regardless of what they were, Dream still meant something to him, hell he meant everything.
All I care about is your discs
Dreams words to Tommy echoes in George’s head, mocking his feelings. He knows he shouldn’t care about Dream, yet he couldn’t help himself. They had been through so much together. They raised the server from the ground together. They won wars together.
Now George was nothing to him.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt; to see the person you care about most deteriorate to a shell of their former self. When Tommy appeared in Techno’s kitchen whilst they were having dinner telling stories of the hell Dream put him through, he wanted to believe they were lies; but he couldn’t. Somehow, he knew that Tommy was telling the truth.
He knew that his Dream was gone, yet he didn’t think he would have the strength to take away what was left of his former best friend, even if he had no chance of redemption.
“Why me!” George blurted, destroying the ongoing conversation.
“What,” Techno asked.
“Why me?” George could feel his eyes welling up with tears,” What’s so special about me? He doesn’t care about any of us. Why can’t Sapnap do it? What makes me so special? I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just- “
“It has to be you,” Sapnap interrupted, portraying annoyance and, much more vividly, jealously towards George. “You’re the only person he cares about. If you ask him to dance, he won’t say no.”
“He won’t dance with me,” George says, clearly trying to convince himself as an excuse to forfeit the plan.
“He will.” Techno tries to persuade,” Trust me, the plan will go- “
“The plan is bullshit! He is not going to dance with me, he does not care about any of us, all he cares about is his power. He would never sacrifice that, not for anyone.” George could see Sapnap shaking with anger, yet against his better judgment, he continued. “All that’s going to happen is he’s going to say no then he’ll have you guys hunted for killing Eret. Why do we even care if Dream stays in power, my life has been just fine, quite frankly. Honestly- “
George heard someone slam down on the table, immediately looking towards Tommy, but was surprised at the fact, for the first time ever, it appeared as he had nothing to say. A look of shock and sadness across his face. Next to him, however, was Tubbo, standing tall over his sitting friends.
“You’re a fucking asshole! How can you not see it? He started a war over your stupid cottage. He threatened mine and Tommy’s life just because your house got slightly damaged,” George tries to recall another time he saw Tubbo this mad- or mad period- but his mind went blank. “Do you know the things Tommy went through? I thought my best friend died because I exiled him. Because of you George! It’s your fucking job to fix this. Maybe your life hasn’t changed, but every time I close my fucking eyes I’m back in front of the pillar. Tommy has fucking nightmares and wakes up screaming every night.” He saw Tommy lightly tug to Tubbo’s poorly buttoned shirt, urging him to sit back down. “So maybe your life hasn’t changed, but everyone else’s has. Stop being a selfish asshole and open your eyes to the atrocities Dream has caused to everyone else.” He sat down, comforting Tommy in a way only a brother could.
The silence surrounding him was the loudest George had ever heard, only interrupted by the occasional sniffle from Tommy, who was clearly overwhelmed by the memories produced by Tubbo’s outburst. Even though he didn’t want to believe it, he knew Tubbo was right. He knew what had to be done- what he had to do. It was the swords destiny to kill Dream, yet it was Georges destiny to yield the sword.
“I’m in,” he said, winning smiles from the other at the table.
“Good” Techno pulled out a blueprint of the castle’s layout. “Here’s what we need to do in order for this plan to go off without a hitch: George,” He looked up at Techno. “ Your only job is to distract Dream. Just make sure that he is alone. Your strength potion wears off at midnight, but you need to wait until at least eleven to attack. We don’t want anyone to get suspicious of Dream’s sudden disappearance, or- even worse- go looking for him. While you too are dancing- or doing god knows what,” the second part of the statement was muttered to the point of being barely comprehensible, yet it still brought a flush to George’s cheeks.
“Tubbo, you in charge of getting Eret to “the nest”,” Sapnap said, ignoring Techno’s sigh at the stupid name, “It should be an easy job just ask him about his castle and he’ll eventually give you a tour”
“This is where I shine!” Tommy exclaimed, clearly in an improved mental state.” I’ll be up in the rafters, ready to land an MLG then kill him.” He puffed out his chest, clearly an expression of pride. “With Tubbo’s help of course.”
Tubbo did not respond to this, instead choosing to sit in silence, clearly still recovering from his earlier words.
“Then only Ponk and Sam will be left, and honestly if Dream is with George, they probably won’t be doing anything,” Sapnap continued, “Best case scenario is that Techno and I don’t have to engage in a fight with them. Worst is,” he stopped, pausing for a few seconds,” well, we can cross that bridge if it comes to it.”
George looked at the brave people around him. It was odd, for the first time in so long he felt independent. He was fighting for what he believed in, not what another person told him to do. He knew that if they got rid of Dream, Tommy and Tubbo could live in peace, no longer separated by a frozen tundra. He and Sapnap would be able to live the rest of their lives knowing that there are people who care about them and be relieved of the fear that those people would be taken or hurt. Techno would be able to exist without fear of being falsely imprisoned, simply because of his strength.
Together they could bring peace to the SMP.