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George had woken up in a forest surrounded by trees and plants that looked yellow and dead, he had woken up with no memories but his name. He had breathed quietly and laid still for nearly an hour before he got up. His thoughts felt clouded and his vision blurred, his breathing echoed and his blood rushed in his ears. George lent against a mossy tree, everything looked wrong and dead, not how it was supposed to, he knew that.. Somehow. He wiped his hand on his trousers and turned to gather sticks, as the time passed damp sticks piled in his arms poking into the bare flesh on his forearms. When he was satisfied with the amount of sticks he dumped them by a tree with a thick trunk. He had moved quite far from his original spot in the forest where he had laid for an hour. He took the bendy vine he’d found on his voyage for sticks and placed it on the ground before he sat legs crossed against the tick tree by his sticks, mind numb to the wet of the damp ground of the rainforest sinking into his brown trousers. His eyes scraped through the dirt in search of rocks, he found two, one in a puddle of muddy water and the other under wet and dead leaves that covered the earth. He grabbed them both wiping the muddy one on his dirty trousers, he steadied the rocks against the ground and his hand, he struck the rock on the ground with the one in his left hand and loud clunk of stone on stone sounded through the forest, the background noise of birds and crickets silenced. George shivered and eyed his surroundings, the trees had begun to look like looming figures of nightmare in the growing dark. Dragging his eyes back to the rocks he struck them together again, he frowned and thrust his arm forward with as much strength as he could, a large chip of the ground rock came off, white powder on the one on his hand, flipping the rock he repeated. Soon the rock had been chipped to be sharp and he tied the sharp stone to three of the sticks tied together with the vine as best he could. With a glance at a thin tree to his left he stood and hefted his axe, he spent nearly half an hour chopping down that tree with his small stone axe, eventually he slumped against the thick tree with sweat dripping down his back. The annoyingly loud sound of his breath annoyed him, it made his palms itch and his legs twitch, it made him want to scream. He snapped his mouth shut and with one final exhale his eyes slipped shut.

He dreamt of bright suns and existence in a meadow of green grass that looked alive, places where he walked on water. He dreamt of a blurry man with blonde hair and a white face. Green.

He woke at almost midday, still leant against his tree, where he would lay for another two hours with mind numbing cold seeping into his bones, fog that surrounded his brain and clouded his eyes. He was hungry. Unbelievably so, but he was more tired, too exhausted, too confused so he opted to sit and stare at the red mushrooms that brushed against the cluster of bananas that sat on the ground barely five metres away, he blinked and for a moment he forgot where he was. The forest. Where he slept and laid still for hours on end. Where misty rain surrounded and choked his coherence. Food. He stared at the bananas again, he reached forwards and moved for the first time since yesterday, grabbing the bananas by the tips of his fingers he dragged them closer, crushing a couple mushrooms on the way. George couldn't really remember how long or when the bananas had been on the floor or even how they had gotten there, but he ate them anyway. Three bananas then he sighed and his palms itched, his left hand found the handle of his axe and he brought it to lay in his lap, he stared with disgust, it was a really ugly thing. Never had he ever created something less of pure beauty and grace. George frowned, never could George remember crafting another axe, or why he thought such things. But, regardless when his eyes fell back down to the axe in his hand he found a blue diamond axe with gems and gold encrusted in the polished wooden handle. George stared for a moment, the fog in his brain thickened and he forgot, he’d always had a diamond axe encrusted with gold. George stood up, he followed the trail of mushrooms to find the forest ended in a cliff. He stood for a long time before he realised there were buildings down there, that all lead to one building in the middle, with pathways in a plus shape. There were farms, built into the water near the centre building, there were fenced off territories and small movements George recognised as people. In the distance he saw a small area surrounded by tall black walls. George quickly lost interest in civilization when he saw giant mushroom growth far closer to the cliff, without much thinking George saw a lake and waterfall beneath where he stood and jumped. Wind whipped in his ears and blew through his hair, his baggy shirt pulling behind him and his pant material rippled against his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut when the wind began cutting into his eyes, his skin and seconds later he slammed onto the sandbank by the water.

GeorgeHD fell from a high place.

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GeorgeHD fell from a high place.

Dream stared at his communicator in confusion. I haven't added a George to the smp.. he turned to his friend, "hey Sap, do you remember me adding a, 'GeorgeHD' to the smp?" The ravenette’s body spun to face him, an iron pickaxe still in his hand, “Not that I can remember, why?” “Check the chat, it says ‘GeorgeHD’ died,” Sapnap lifted his arm and seconds later he stared at the holographic blue screen that floated above his arm, he frowned, “yeah, that is weird, wanna go check it out?” Dream nodded, “We should, it makes me nervous, let's talk to Wilbur, in case he knows anything about it,” his best friend nodded. They dumped the dirt and cobblestone they had been digging up in preparation for the new block of land. They left, walking down the wooden path in haste, the strange feeling in Dreams' gut got worse as they walked, the silence dripped down his body like sweat and hazed over his ears. It was mere minutes before they came across Tommy and Tubbo, they stood just to the side of the pathway, on Tubbos land, Tommy watched in boredom as Tubbo dug holes in the ground by his bee hives for the basket of flowers by his side. “Hey Tommy, have you seen Wilbur?” Tommy turned to look over his shoulder, “Why?” Tubbo had moved to stand up and Tommy kept speaking, “What do you want with Wilbur?” “We want to know if he knows a GeorgeHD, or anything about him,” “Who?” “exactly,” Tommy rolled his eyes and pointed to a cobblestone tower in the distance, “I think he’s in there with Fundy and Niki, probably trying to raid Eret,” Tommy followed them to the cobblestone tower and Tubbo continued planting his flowers with a smile. When they got there they were met with Wilbur and Niki waiting outside the tower where moments later Fundy joined them, “Wilbur! Big man Dream and Sapnap wanna talk to ya, ‘bout some guy,” Tommy shouted at his brother. Wilburs brown eyes met Dreams as he walked across the clearing, “Who?” Dream sighed, “check the chat, it said some guy named ‘GeorgeHD’ died, I never added anyone named George,” Wilbur opened his communicator and scrolled after glancing at the message dream mentioned, “Look down here, this is when he joined, no one was active then,” Dream looked at Wilbur’s communicator as the man held out his arm for him, it was merely two days ago when it stated he joined. “Creepy..” Tommy muttered, “I don't like this Wilbur, can you guys helps us look for this guy,” Wilbur nodded calmly at the blondes request, “off course Dream, let's get going now,”

They split up into two groups. The first group was Niki, Fundy and Jack, the next group was Tommy and Tubbo, and lastly was Dream, Wilbur and Sapnap. Niki’s group went down and around the nearest village. Tommy and Tubbo search all throughout their land with the later offered help of Ponk, Eret, Punz and Purpled. While Dream and his team search the forest bordering the mushroom swamp.

Dream, Wilbur and Sapnap had been searching for a while and hadn’t found anything when they found a few freshly cut tree stumps and banana scraps. “Look at this,” Subpoena crouched down near a thick tree and gestured to the patch at its base, like someone had sat in its muddy dirt. “He fell from a high place, let's go to the edge of the border, there's a cliff there.” They made their way to the border and found the drop and the waterfall below. They found the scuffed area of moved sand on the shore, the recognizable red speckles of blood. Dream didn't hesitate to leap off the edge and safely into the water below, his two companions following wordlessly. They stopped by the blood and observed, “this is it,” they turned to the tall mushrooms and trees around them, it wasn’t long before Wilbur found who they were looking for, he lifted his arm and pointed, “there.”

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Smoke was rising from the tips of the trees, the lowering sun casting rays of light through the grey clouds coming clear of the thick wood. Wilbur opened his mouth to make a witty remark but was stopped when Dream looked back at them and raised his pointer finger to his lips, a stern look in his eye that meant he should listen. Dream let his axe slip into his hand comfortably from his inventory, he readjusted his shield before sneaking forward, his best friend not far behind. Wilbur followed them at a steady pace, a few steps behind them, but they had not made it very far when they could smell campfire, the familiar smell of burning oak was hard to miss, "Only an ametuer would set up camp so close to the clearing," Sapnap whispered to Dream, "I know, but remain on guard, just in case," the man replied. When they reached the camp they were thoroughly underwhelmed. It was a small fire, basic at best, it would not provide enough warmth to get through the warmest night in the swamp, where the heated humidity turned freezing at night. There was no shelter or beginnings of a home set up for cover or protection from spawns, all that was set up was a bed. Underwhelming indeed, a simple red bed had been placed a few blocks from the fire, a diamond axe laying beside it on the dull grass. The man, 'GeorgeNotFound', was asleep, tucked into the bed without any warriness present on his pretty features, he looked completely carefree, despite the fact he resided in a monster riden world with no armour and no shelter. "He is stupid," Dream deadpanned, "No one would just sleep out in the open like this," sneak had been released at this point all three of the men finding the sleeping man rather lacking in any intimidation, they doubted he even knew how to swing the precious axe he had left by his bedside. Wilbur snuck forward, his eyes practically sparkling, he reached his hand out for the axe, the weapon cool under his touch, his fingers curled around the hilt and dragged it away quietly, "there, now he can't fight us," Dream nor Sapnap were amused by the man's pitiful defence, "or you just want a free diamond axe," Wilbur smiled innocently, doing nothing to deflect their accusations. Dream shook his head at his friend's antics and refocused his attention on the mysterious man, unconsciously taking a few steps forward he further examined the man's face. He was porcelain in shade, pale, like he'd never even seen the sun, not a single freckle or blemish graced his skin. He had fluffy brunette hair that grew down to his ear lobes and curled around his ears and over his eyes. "Like what you see?" Sapnaps amused voice snapped him from his daze, he turned away ignoring the slight flush his cheeks took on at his friend's question. "Shut up Sapnap," he pushed his fist in a loose punch against his best friends chest. "Hey! Don't punch me, idiot!" Sapnaps good natured shouts had disturbed a certain someones rest, however Wilbur was the only one to notice, Dream and Sapnap being far to focused on their friendly teasing to notice. "You deserve it, for being so dumb, I was just searching him for injuries and any more weapons. You're the genius who took it weirdly!" "I was not! You were 100% checking him out, I saw that face, I saw it you tomato!" Wilbur fidgeted as he watched the mystery man roll over once more, an annoyed frown disrupting his previous peaceful expression. "Uhh, guys?" Their arguing continued despite the tall brunettes attempts at gathering their attention, "Guys!" He raised his voice in a last ditch attempt at breaking up the quarrel, it was too late when he realised the mistake he had made, as he watched 'GeorgeNotFound's' eyes flutter open. Dream and Sapnap had stopped fighting now only to stare at George, occaisonaly glancing at Wilbur in annoyance.

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Georgenotfound sat up tiredly, rubbing his eyes to rid his vision of the bluriness of sleep. He didn't notice the three men surrounding him until he looked up again, properly awake now. He stared, silently, he spotted his axe in the tallests' hand, clutched loosley. He frowned and lifted his petite hand to point at it, "thats mine," The three stared incredulously. "No, its mine now," Wilbur spoke clearly, "Who are you? why are here?," George ignored his new questions and frowned, "thats mine," he repeated. Wilbur glanced at his friends nervously, "not anymore," "thats mine. I made it, its mine," His voice became harder though it still lacked the unspoken threat that a soldier would possess. Dream stepped forward pressing his drawn axe against Georges throat in a threatening manner, "Why are you here? How did you get here?" George lifted his gaze from his axe to Dreams masked face, "you, I- I remember you, from my Dream," Dream frowned and pressed his axe fruther to his throat, "Let me say this one more time. Who. Are. You." His tone was cold as ice but it didnt seem to bother the smaller, who lifted his chin and tilted his head in a puppy-like confusion, "George," "Why are you here," George looked up to the sky, "I don't really know," His eyes fogged up a little, he seemed to drift for a moment before refocusing, and he lifted his hand again to the axe, "thats mine. Give it back please," Dream stepped back and watched as Wilbur shifted on his feet uncomfortably, "Uhm-," HE didn't get to finish his sentence before George was lunging forward, grabbing the axe and yanking it from the mans hand. "IT'S MINE," His voice was elevated now, slight anger shining in his eyes. The three of them stepped back noticing the powerful aura that clouded around George. George gripped his axe tightly as if he were about to attack before he relaxed, his grip loosening, and he spoke, his voice light and oblivious, "thanks for giving it back, I made it," Wilbur stared, confused, before nodding. George sat back down on his bed, and placed a hand to his stomach, "hungry," The three of them were focused on the confusing man before them so they never noticed as two shining red apples materialised on the ground a block or so from the bed. George did however and he stood up to grab one, taking a bite out of it. It took Sapnap a split second before his mouth dropped open, "hold on! That wasn't there before! What the heck!" Dream glanced to his friend and frowned, before nodding, "I agree, I didnt see any apples there," George shrugged, "there were always apples," Wilbur frowned and crouched down, "George, you need a sword, to protect yourself. You want a sword George," George lifted his head from the apple and stared blankly at Wilbur, "do I?" he asked airily, his tone beginning to freak Dream and Sapnap out, but Wilburs frown only deepend, "yes," his tone stern, "You want a sword George, YOU want a sword," George nodded slowly, his gaze clouding over, "a sword, I'd like a word, pretty polished gold with a varnished wooden handle, that would be nice," He continued his mutterings before he reach under the bed, and to the others' shock, pulled a shiny gold sword with a smooth rich wooden grip. Dream and Sapnap gaped, and Wilbru grinned, grapped Georges forearms and hefting him up, "c'mon George, come live with us, we'll keep you company," Dream and Sapnap exchanged warry glances before jogging to catch up with Wilbur, gatheirng up georges limited items.

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George followed them all the way back to the waterfall in complete silence, his hand gripped onto Wilburs sweater, following him closely.

"This is weird, right?" Sapnap whispered in Dreams ear as they watched the pair ahead of them, "like, morally wrong is what I mean. Right?" the blonde gives a distracted nod, his brow creased in a frown as he attempted to figure out what was going on. "To be honest man, I'm still stuck on him being able to make diamond swords out of thin air," Sapnap nodded in agreement.

"Where are we going again?" Georges airy voice pulled their attention back to Wilbur and the new boy, "to your new home, where we live, we're letting you live with us, because we don't want you to get hurt," The very way Wilbur phrased things made Dreams gut churn, it blurred the lines of Georges choice, even when he nodded, he didn't really realise what was going on but everyhting Wilbur said was being set up for his gain later on.

"Could one of you two message the others to let them know we found George and are heading back now," The tallest brunett called back to his friends with a coy smile playing on his lips, Sapnap let out a grunt as he pulled up his communicator.

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They led George out of his forest, Wilbur eventually dumped the mans belongings into the idle arms of Dream and his best friend, complaining about how much his arms hurt after so much work. George watched blankly, his eyes milky staring in a way that unnerved him.

When they finally reached the forest break, they were met with Tommy and Tubbo, being loud, as usual.

"Wilbur, big man, who's this? The new fellow we're lookin' for innit?" Tommy bounced on his heels, sticking his face right up to Georges, who didn't move an inch.

"He looks high as fuck big man," Tubbo let out a loud laugh and Wilbur rolled his eyes, and pulled George by his sleeve, where he had taken hold of the man when they reached closer to the forests' edge. He dragged George slowly closer to the community house, "come on Tommy, Tubs, follow me, I've got something to show you, we just got the best most epic cheat sheet ever."

Dream frowned and exchanged worried looks with Sapnap as the two teenagers chattered in excitement and bounced after their psudo-brother.

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Wilbur led the two teens, and pulled George along gently by his sweater sleeve, over the wooden bridge that led to the servers community house. Tommy blubbering on and on in the olders ear, "What kind of cheat sheet, man?" and "Wil, whats this new guy got anything to do with it? Is he even british? If he's American i'm gonna-" but Tommy never got to finish that one before Wilbur interrupted him with a sharp, "In a moment Toms."

The blonde opened his mouth to complain but barely got out a 'but' before Wilbur had opened the door, pulling George around in front of him and pushing him towards the beds. And once he was settled, his glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly, Wilbur turned to the two boys, "alright, now time to blow. your. minds. Tell me something you want," "Blaise rods," Tommy answered, curiously eyeing George as he tried to pull the blanket he was sitting on out from beneath him, failing miserably. "Simpler Tommy, I don't even know if George knows what a blaise rod is," "A bee!" Tubbo shouts, his hands thrown above his head. But wilbur only answers him with an unamused stare and a frustrated, "Nonliving, Tubbo, god guys just pick something easy simple, anyone want Diamond armor?" Tommy let out an enthusiastic yell and Tubbo gave an agreeing shrug.

"Alright," Wilbur whispered as he turned to face George, who had moved to lay down on the bed, he looked barely awake. Wilbur let out a bothered huff and grabbed the man by his forearms and yanked him to sit back up, once agian crouching down in front of his face, "Hey George? Remember your chestplate?" The brunett let out a sleepy "Huh?" but Wilbur persisted, "that Diamond chestplate from earlier? Remember that, your diamond chestplate?" "diamond- yeah.." George slurred out slowly, his eyes growing more and more clouded the more Wilbur spoke, and he continued, gesturing wildly to Tommy behind to shut up when he suddenly begun his celebrations at Georges accent, "Can I see it again please? I'd like to show you how to use it so you can stay safe," "Ok-ay.." George mumbled, he moved his arm helplessly in Wilburs grip and when the man let go he flopped back down on the bed, his eyelids had already begun to slip closed but his right hand slowly crept over the side of the matress, Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur waited with baited breath as his arm begun to raise again, with added weight.

When it eventually pulled itself back over the bed, and a beautifully crafted, perfeclty polished and shined diamond armour followed Tubbo letting out a soft, "No way," and Tommy shrieking in his classic Tommy fashion, "Holy Shit! Big man! That was so cool! We could do so many things! So many crimes Wilbur!" Wilbur let out an excited nod and a matching grin full with anticipatience as he moved closer to the bed pulling Georges loose fingers from the chestplate and holding it out to the boys, as all three observed the sharp blue of the precious metal.

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Dream knew his friend, and he knew where Wilburs Napolian esc mindset sent him, straight to thoughts of use. Just how insanely useful George would be, for Wilbur in general, for L'Manburg and any future attempt at independance they might conceive (Dream wasn't stupid enough to think stubborn-headed people like Wilbur, or Tommy for that matter would give up so easily and live under his rule in exchange for simple peace).

While Dream couldn't deny the plethora of doors George could open, and while he couldn't exactly blaim Wilbur for going there so quickly, with his charasmatic and paranoid personality Wilbur most likely spent a lot of his time, both concious and unconciously finding escape rootes to thousands of 'what if' situations, Dream just couldn't let someone as capable as George fall into Wilbur clutches, whether it be willingly or not, he couldn't let his nemisis and probable war enemy gain such a powerful peice so easily, and Dream just couldn't let someone so naivley innocent as George be decieved and used in any of the possibities he could see simmering in Wilburs pupils.

So while Tommy and Tubbo bounced after Wilbur and his shiny new toy, Dream turned to Sapnap, who was already facing him and said confidently, "We can't let Wilbur use that guy like that man, it could mean the end of the Dream SMP," the 'and its seeping into the morally grey of face-value manipulation that made Dream a little ill (funny how far desperate times can push desperate people)' went unmentioned but Sapnap gave a determined nod in return.

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While Dream's want to free George was geniune he didn't exactly have a clear idea of the 'how'. Sapnap suggested he attempt to do the same thing as Wilbur, to befriend the man, and help him see Wilburs skewed wishes.

But George was one confusing guy, he wasn't exactly what Dream would call friend material, he was barely present. With his milky eyes and slurred speach, Dream thought he was just consistently zoned out, dissasociating, was the best word he could think of to describe Georges unique mental state. How he could bring him out of it, Dream didn't know. He didn't want to just blatantley manipulate George into thinking what he wanted him too, even if it was for his safety, so the only thing he could think of was to make him aware of himself and his situation, if that was even possible.

He wasn't exactly sure how to do that but he started with talking to him, while Wilbur was off with Tommy conspiring Dream paid George a visit in the small little blockish home Fundy had thrown together in Erets absence.

"Hey George," He'd said awkwardly, it took about a minute before George looked his way from where he sat on the floor by his bed, "Hm?" was all he answered with. Dream sighed and took a seat in front of the man, "I'm Dream, do you remember me? I was with Wilbur when we found you," "Dream.." he muttered absent mindedly, "yeah, thats my name," George stared for a moment longer before he spoke, "Green..." Dream nodded slowly and George lifted a hand to his mask, feeling edges before he pulled it from Dreams face. Georges hands hovered before his face for a moment before the brunetts fingers ran down his nose, and across his lips, feeling his face. They swiped his cheek bones and over his eyelashes, all while George stared blankly, "Dream," he said, voice stronger than he'd heard it before.

Dream stayed very still and eventually Geroge withdrew his hand, to look into his eyes, "Dream," he repeated again. "I know you," he whispered as he passed the blondes mask back, "and you know me." only then did Dream notice Georges eyes had cleared, looking into them he noticed their difference, the left was a warm brown while the other was a stark blue. "No," he let out weakly, "we've only just met."

George only shook his head lightly in reply, "I know you," Dream swallowed, moving his mask back over his face, he felt slightly comforted by the plastics farmiliar weight and felt, if only vaguely, guarded by Georges peircing gaze, he had a knowing look in his eyes, like he knew everything and nothing about the man sitting opposite him.

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"What are you doing here?" Wilbur asked, suspicious clear in his tone, Sapnap turned to face him, "waitin'," "for who? Dream? is he in there?" He questioned, a frown curving deeper and deeper into his forehead, "yup," "with George?" the taller asked again, clearly agitated, fiddling with the compass in his hand, Sapnap merely nodded. Wilbur made to pass Sapnap and the man stepped into his path, gaurding the small houses entrance, "Sapnap," Wilbur glared, "get out of my way. My country, my rules," Sapnap smirked and tilted his chin up to look daringly into Wilburs eyes, the challenge clear in his gaze, "its Dream's world man."

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When George woke up he was momentarily stumped, his surroundings unfamiliriarity struck a cord of panic that cleared the fog in his mind for a moment before he recognized the bland housing the men from yesterday had provided. He sat up slowly, and drank the water on the beside table before he even noticed he was thirsty.

He spent an unpresendented amount of time sat on the wood floor by the bedside. He didn't really know how long he'd been there when a man came in, he had blonde hair and a smile mask, and his hoodie was the distinct shade of yellow he'd seen enough to recognise as Green. The man sat down infront of him and his ears lifted in a slight way that George knew meant he was smiling,
"Hey George," the man said stifly, George felt intense nostalgia by his voice, the fog lifted vaguely, and he felt clearer than he had since he woke up in the forest, like he'd lifted himself from the water he'd had his head stuck in.
"Hm?" "I'm Dream, do you remember me? I was with Wilbur when we found you," George felt like he finally had the right pescription, the mans name was so painfully familiar,
"Dream.." he heard his voice say, "Yeah, thats my name,"
"Green," he muttered again raising a hand to reach for the mans mask, a strong urge to see his face pulling at his heart.

He looked right, he had the right face, and George felt like he knew the exact number of freckles Dream had, exactly how long his nose was. His fingers grazed over his features, muscle memory guiding his hands.
"Dream," "Dream." He was looking at him now, able to focus on the mans yellow-(Green) eyes.
"I know you, and you know me," He passed Dream his mask back, and it covered his handsome features not a moment later,
"No," the other responded, his voice slighlty muffled from the plastic and weaker in a way George knew not to be from the mask, "we've only just met."

George knew this man, he could feel it, "I know you," he assured, he could feel thoughts tickling his mind, a memory, just there, but just out of reach.
"You look so familiar.."

They didn't get far before a series of thuds from outside George's door drew Dream's attention, and gave him enough excuse to leap from the floor and throw the door open.

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Wilbur threw the first punch, was how Sapnap 'justified' it, he'd only tackled the other in retaliation.