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When the MCC invites come, Harvey gets his big break.
(He never liked mcc, but he needed a break, maybe talk to someone else, Tommy and Phil would be there, and he… kind of remembers them)
Dream surprisingly lets him go, (probably to make the server appear normal, and not like a hell hole).
Though many threats are made or they mention what's going on. ( Threats of ban and permakill are enough to keep them quiet).
Hands are held as they go through the portal, Tommy grasping for Phil and Harvey’s hand (Dream never took his hand off Harvey's shoulder, nails digging into his skin).
They’re in the lobby for the week-long event, being led by a noxcrew worker to the team list. The team list is up on the doors to the main dome, in bright white letters to contrast the dark door.
It's easy enough for Harvey to read the team list and, oh, oh no,
As he reads it he just knows Dream won't be ok with it. None of them are on the same team, (Harvey doesn't recognize anyone on his team.)
(He has to be with Dream, he has only one friend and that’s Dream, no one else will take him.)
Dreams gone, talking angrily to some poor noxcrew worker who probably has no idea what's going on.
With Dream distracted, Phil turns to the two, whispering just loud enough for them to hear, "Go to your teams and tell someone about what Dream is doing, it might be our only chance."
Phil's gone then, heading towards a man with a blue cloak, under a blue bats sign. Harvey turns back to the board, looking for his team, placing a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Stay safe." He says heading towards the big purple pandas sign.
(He should’ve stayed, he should support Dream because… because…)
(Tommy headed to the orange ocelot team a second after).
He turns to the two men sitting under the sign. One has bright blue hair and the other has a blue jacket on. Both are smiling and appear happy
(Harvey knows he’s going to mess it up, that they’ll be angry the minute he comes over, he pushes through it)
Harvey waves at the two, sitting across from the two, "Hey, I'm TapL, you can call me Harvey though."
The blue haired man smiles and says in a Scottish accent, "I'm Scott and this is my boyfriend Jimmy."
Jimmy waves at him, muttering a small "Hi."
Scott smiles, "Sorry if you're not on the team you wanted, all the teams got mixed up this week."
Harvey just shrugs, "I don't mind, nice to be away from the server every once and a while."
"Which server are you from?" Jimmy asks but before he can answer the question a blonde haired man bounds up to the group yelling.
"Scott Smajor!" The man almost barrels into Scott, Harvey's eyes widen in fear. (wasn't Scott an admin? Isn't he gonna be angry).
Jimmy notices his unease and turns to Harvey, a smile on his face. "This is pretty normal for Grian, I'd be more worried if he didn't tackle someone."
His shoulders relax slightly, and as Grian rolls off Scott, both are smiling.
"Oh my Hel’s there's someone else here." Grian says sitting up, he awkwardly waves at him, "I'm Grian!"
"Harvey."
—-
(He doesn't notice Jimmy and Scott sharing a glance at each other, both seemingly concerned by something.)
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/msg to TapL: remember I’m your only friend here
/msg to TapL: they're only nice to you because they have to be
—-
"Who are you texting?" Grian is leaning off the top bunk of the bunk bed they share. Their shared room has two sets of bunk beds and a small kitchenette. They'd gotten there after an explanation of rules and the events timetable, and were planning on practicing hole in the wall together.
The communicator is quickly pulled to Harvey's chest. "No one."
Grian lets out a whistle, "Oooo, Harvey has a partner!" He lets out a laugh.
"What? No!" Harvey says, trying not to laugh at the implication.
Scott pokes his head out from the bathroom, "Leave the poor man alone Grian, you've traumatized him enough." He teased.
Grian just laughs pulling himself back on the bunk, "Well maybe if you didn't decide to put on makeup and braid all of our hair I wouldn’t be traumatizing him.”
Scott rolls his eyes, looking up from the braid he’s doing in Jimmys hair, "For your knowledge we look amazing."
"Oh trust me I am well aware," Grian says, "But that doesn't solve my problems."
"Maybe you should be patient," Harvey says from his bunk.
"Oh! My heart!" Grian says dramatically, falling back onto his bunk, hand on his heart, "What will I do!"
—-
(He doesn't notice Grian pulling Scott aside,
“I saw who he was texting, and it wasn’t good,” Grian says in a hushed whisper.
“What do you mean?”
Grian looks around, taking in those around them, no one. “It was Dream, he was saying stuff that he used to say.”
Scott’s eyes go wide, “are you sure?” He asks, pulling out his admin panel.
“One thousand percent,”)
---
/msg to Ph1lza: and you're sure about this?
/msg to Sneegsnag: 100% m8
/msg to Sneegsnag: I fucked up one kid won't do it again
/msg to Ph1lza: It's not your fault Phil
/msg to Sneegsnag: what are you my therapist
/msg to Ph1lza: might as well be lmao
---
"Blue!" Grian yells and Harvey quickly faces the blue wall only to be quickly pushed off the platform.
"Oh what the heck!" He says respawning next to Jimmy. Grian laughs from the platform, it had taken almost 10 rounds for Grian to get a win, (apparently he was used to having a pair of wings on his back).
"It's alright Harv, I'm sure you'll win next time." Jimmy says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
And, and, everything is gone, replaced with high dark wood, and fire. A haunting pain in his shoulder, as if an arrow were sticking out of it. Something drips down his back, and there’s yelling.
There's a fire in the trees and it's slowly coming towards him, smoke is already filling his lungs and he can barely take in a breath.
His name drifts through the air, he shakes his head, putting his hand onto his mouth.
oh god he’s going to die, dreams gonna kill him, no no no no no, please no,
He was good, why is Dream doing this?
His voice drifts through the air, “Come on Harvey, You know I’m your only friend.” His axe scrapes on the ground as he searches the trees.
The footsteps stop outside of his hiding place as the bush is pulled aside. A white porcelain mask cuts through the foliage, a green eye can be seen through a large crack down the side.
He shakes his head, “Dream no, please, I won’t do it again I promise,” he says pulling his hands up to protect his face. His arm is pulled down as he’s taken out of the bush.
Dream says…
"In and out there you go." A particularly Scottish voice says, "Keep breathing Harvey you're doing amazing."
Dream, isn’t Scottish right? He takes in a breath and another. Slowly the smoke fades from his lungs and the dark wood let’s go to a brighter arena looking area.
Harvey remembers suddenly, getting ready to practice, practicing, yelling, a hand on his shoulder. (A shutter rocks his body as he thinks about it).
It took a minute to realize the lights are dimmed and the music's been turned off. There's no one in the arena but him and a blue haired man (Scott his brain supplies). He’s keeping a distance, enough to be comforting but not dangerous. His hands are down low, keeping them in his eyesight .
"Hey Harvey." Scott says quietly. “You alright?"
Harvey just shrugs his shoulders, his chest still feels heavy and his shoulder hurts like hell. A tear rolls down his face that he quickly wipes away, he just wants to get out of here.
"That's alright, need a hug?"
He pauses, before nodding.
—-
(Scott talks to Jimmy that night, about what Harvey said in his panic.
“It wasn’t good, he was yelling, he was terrified Tim.” Scott says eyes wide.
Jimmy nods, “Should you get Nox in on this?”)
---
The games started with buildmart and Harvey almost cried when it was a non-pvp game, (maybe he won't have to see Dream, maybe he'll be safe), (safe, from his friend? Shouldn’t he feel safe around his friend, not the other way around?)
He's gathering light blue concrete when a familiar hand lands on his shoulder.
"How's it going, friend." Dream says, words dripping with anger.
"Fine, p-perfectly fine." Harvey says, his whole body freezing up.
"Good, good. wouldn't want anything to happen to your friend right?”
He shakes his head, eyes widening in fear, “No, never Dream.”
The hand tightens on his shoulder and oh god . He can feel his nails getting sharper and digging into his skin, a few pinpricks of blood seeping into his purple shirt, staining it. He wiggles under his grip, but nothing can make Dream's hand let go.
Harvey shakes his head, still frantically trying to get the hand off his shoulder. “Your my best friend Dream-“
Dream hissed through his teeth, gripping his shoulder harder, “it sure doesn't seem like-“
"Harv! Ready to go!" Jimmy runs up to them, slowing down when he sees the two talking, eyes almost glaring at dream. "Oh sorry, am I interrupting?"
"No"
"Yes"
"Oh well, mind if I borrow Harvey? I need him for building" Jimmy says, hand moving towards Harvey.
"That's alright we'll continue this later Harvey." Dreams say turning and flying off, throwing Jimmy a glare as he flies off into the sky.
Harvey was… confused. If Dream was his friend why didn’t he feel safe around him? And why was Jimmy's hand helpful, if Dream was truly his friend he wouldn’t want to leave… right?
"He didn’t get any concrete." Jimmy says, cutting Harvey out of his thoughts. He's staring at where the Dream went, with badly masked anger written on his face. He turns to him, “Are you ok Harvey, that guy seemed a little weird.”
Harvey pauses, choosing his words carefully, “He’s my friend.” It doesn't sound right in Harvey’s mouth, if Dream was his friend Jimmy would realize that. Maybe this isn’t the right way to treat friends… maybe.
Jimmy nods, eyebrows furrowing. “Well, Let’s head back. I’m sure Scott could use a building break.”
(and if Harvey grabs his hand he says nothing, and if he's put on building duty instead of Scott he says nothing.
And if they ask him later, why his shoulder is so bruised, he says he ran into a wall during buildmart.
And if Jimmy pulls Scott aside, whispering something into his ear he says nothing.)
---
/msg to Ph1lza: i know what your planning
/msg to Ph1lza: don't even try it
/msg to Dream: idk what ur talkin bout m8
/msg to Ph1lza: i know we’re he is
/msg to Ph1lza: I can kill him
/msg to Dream: wrong where m8
—-
/msg to Sneegsnag: what are you doing
/msg to Dream: eating chips
/msg to Dream: why do you wanna know that’s weird
/msg to Sneegsnag: You and Phil are planning something
/msg to Dream: planning to kick your ass in ace race
/msg to Sneegsnag: your a lost cause
/msg to Dream: that’s not what your mom told me last night
—-
/msg to Sneegsnag: did you see that?
/msg to Ph1lza: already getting Scott over here
—-
“Scott!”
Sneeg waves to Scott from Phil’s shoulder, “Come here!” He yells.
Scott rolls his eyes, turning to his team, “Sorry, gotta deal with him.” Giving Timmy a small peak on the check before heading over.
“Hey mate.” Phil says, a serious expression on his face, mirroring that of Sneeg’s.
Scott’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What’s going on?” he says slowly.
Phil and Sneeg share a look, seemingly deciding who would speak. Eventually Sneeg glares at Phil, saying “It’s about Dream, he’s been threatening us both.”
Scott just nods, “I am well aware that Dream is being awful, but I didn’t know he was threatening you. That behavior we don’t allow.”
Sneeg’s fist balls up as Phil, a lot calmer, says “And what? You turn a blind eye to the rest of his awful behavior? He punched his teammate in the face yesterday and nothing happened.”
Scott’s expression turns angry in a second, “He did what? It wasn’t an accident , correct?” He’s already pulling his communicator out to an open document to record what they say.
Sneeg nods, “He punched Daniel in the face yesterday, and it was not an accident, it was during free time!”
Scott types it into the document he pulled up, scheduling a reminder to talk to RT, “Is there anything else? And if you see something again, message me immediately .”
Phil pulls out his communicator showing a back and forth message between him and Dream. He snaps a quick photo of the message.
__
(A few games later and every team is in bed.
Every team, aside from Purple Pandas, whom Scott is dragging along with him to the admin room. He’d tried to leave on his own but soon Jimmy noticed, and once Jimmy noticed Grian noticed, and one Grian noticed, Harvey noticed.
So he’s scanning his badge as Grian sings under his breath, “Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.” Whilst Jimmy and Harvey talk about something completely unrelated.
He opens up the door and gets in, standing in front of it like he’s keeping a dog out of the room, “None of you can follow me in here, I need you to stay out here,” He says.
Grian lets out a long sigh, stomping his feet on the ground in a mock protest, “Can’t believe it.”
Jimmy and Harvey chime in with their own variations of what Grian said.
Scott just rolls his eyes, shutting the door behind him.
He heads to a desk turning on a light blue desk lamp and opening up a smaller computer. The keyboard lights up as he quickly enters a series of passwords.
Pulling up player communication he clicks on Dream, enters a password, then another, and a third one for good measure.
Most of the recent chats appear normal, stuff to and from teammates.
Clicking onto Phil’s he pulls up their private messages and immediately feels the need to barf.
Quickly closing it, he decides to open up Harvey and Tommy’s just to be safe. Neither of them are any better than Phil’s.
Sending a quick photo to Nox, Scott shuts off the computer, putting his head in his hands. God, how the hell could he let this happen and under his watch too? Was he even that good of an admin?
A series of bangs send him out of his thoughts, as he hears Grian yell from the other side of the door.)
—
(He talks to Daniel the next morning. He doesn’t even ask about the punch, his face is bruised enough.
“He’s a piece of work, he yelled at Illumina almost all night for falling off in skybattle.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Noxcrew is always ready to help.”
RT laughs, “I tried, believe me I did. Went all the way only for Nox to say he didn’t believe me. Went back and Dream knew what I said.”
Scott’s eyes widened. He thinks he knows what's going on here.)
—
(Scott visits him that night. Not by himself, his team won’t let him do anything by himself. He knocks on the door lightly, glaring at Grian, who’s mumbling some god-awful song.
A voice, too raspy to be Nox's, says “Come in.”
Scott and Timmy both make eye contact, neither recognizing the voice, Scott turns to Grian and Harvey, “Wait out here, only come in if you have too.”
He opens the door, only wide enough for Scott to squeeze through. He gets in and walks to Nox’s desk. Nox is turned around, looking for something in the bookshelf behind him.
“Nox, have you heard the news?” Scott starts with something open ended, if what he thought was happening he’ll get the answer he’s expecting.
“No, what’s going on?” The second those words come out of his mouth Scott is pulling out his sword and comm.
A secret code had been established long ago, before MCC started, a way to stop anything from compromising the main admin. And the answer was all Scott needed to know, this was not Nox.)
Grian’s ear is pushed against the door, “do you guys hear anything.”
Jimmy (or is it Timmy? Harvey doesn't exactly know,) rolls his eyes. “You're hogging the whole door, of course we can’t hear anything.”
“Well I know that, but I stopped hearing stuff so now I'm concerned.”
Grain's eyes widen as he hears something Harvey can’t make out. He turns to them, hands out shoving them away from the door, “Lets uh, go back to our room!” He says in a very unconvincing tone.
“Grian what are you-?” Grian must have said something to Jimmy because Jimmy is soon enough pulling Harvey along with them.
—
/msg to TapL: what the fuck did you do
/msg to Dream: huh?
/msg to TapL: I’m your only friend Harvey how could you do this to me
/msg to Dream: I’m sorry…?
---
"Harvester! You wanna go get breakfast!" Grain asks, head swinging down from his bunk to look at Harvey,
"Sure." A look of confusion must be obvious in his eyes,
Groans eyebrows pull together and his mouth forms a line, "Is something wrong Harvey?"
"I-" His words are caught in his throat trying to think of what to say, he couldn’t tell him what Dream said, what's happening he didn't do anything. His mind is racing trying to figure out what he did."I don't know."
"Well that's alright, emotions are confusing and hard!" Grian says hopping down from his bed, landing perfectly into a pair of slippers, "You wanna talk about it or find a distraction."
“I don’t, I don’t know?“
Grian nods, "Well let's go get breakfast, food can always help cheer you up, and maybe you can meet my friends if that’s ok!”
---
/msg to Ph1lza: I’m going to kill you
/msg to Ph1lza: I’ll kill your son’s too I’ll make you suffer
---
Phil lets a smile slip onto his face from his bed. He had just respawned and could feel an ache in his chest.
(It was day three of competition when Dream managed to push him into a corner. The one time Sneeg wasn’t on his shoulder of course.
“The fuck do you want mate.”
Dream laughs, “Telling you my plan, you won’t be able to stop me now. So I figured why not make you feel the guilt knowing you could've stopped what's going to happen.”
“What makes you think I can’t stop you?”
He laughs again, his voice bouncing off the walls giving it a menacing aurora that makes Phil flinch. “Cause I’m gonna kill you right here, right now. It takes hours to respawn and by then I’ll have finished my plan.”
Phils face falls and an axe also falls into his abdomen, a blow that will kill any mortal man, and sadly Phil is but a mortal man.
Dream starts talking of a master plan as he pushes the axe more and more into his chest. Phil can’t exactly hear it over the pain but he knows someone will.
He knew this would happen Phils not stupid. Remember when he said Sneeg wasn’t on his shoulder? Yeah cause he was in his pocket. As Dream turns around knowing Phil won’t survive he jumps out of his pocket, not making a sound as lands on the floor.
Sneeg sends a nod to Phil as his eyes close.)
Sneeg hops off his shoulder and onto his comm kicking Dreams name like its gonna do shit. “Fuck you bitch.” He says, accenting the words with a stomp.
Phil just rolls his eyes.