Word Count : 1415

Requested By : I_Like_Hamilton

Warnings : Profanity

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Wheeze- I told myself I wasn't gonna do Dream Team because of my lack of knowledge of their true personalities but I really said Yeet-

So in further advance, I'm sorry if the Dream Team is a little Out Of Character (OOC)
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Grian, Taurtis, Pearl, Netty, Dream, George and Badboyhalo are all at one of the biggest Highpixal parades and having the time of their lives.

But their time fun gets mildly interrupted by six weird individuals that apparently don't appear to get along.

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Marching bands, cars and floats all continued to go past Grian and his group of friends. The things passing by filled the air with sound and music. The day was at the perfect temperature for once and Grian was with his friends Taurtis, Pearl, Netty and Dream. Then Dream's two friends, Badboyhalo and GeorgeNotFound had come with him.

So yeah, today was going great.

The seven of them were seated around a bigger circle table outside of a restaurant. They all were finishing their drinks, simply chatting and laughing away.

Taurtis then threw his arms up and stretched out. "Man, Grian this just reminds me of the old times back in high school. You know, just us sitting with our peers chilling and talking like this."

Grian set his cup of lemonade down, looking at the headphone wearing man. "Wow that brought back a lot of nostalgia."

"Care to share with everyone else?" George blurted out, sitting up a little straighter in his chair.

Netty snapped her fingers, pointing at her Admin. "Oh! In high school! Was this with that boy?"

Dream cocked his head to the side; looking over at the blonde haired man. "Boy? Did you have a crush on said boy?"

Grian opened his mouth. "No, I didn't-"

"That's a whole ass lie Grian!" Pearl proclaimed out, cutting off her Admin. "I remember you coming up to me one day during high school and just gushing over him."

Bad put a hand over his mouth, snickering. "Oof! Get exposed Grian!"

Grian gasped, putting a hand dramatically over his chest. "Uh-Ow! My pride Pearl! You wound me!"

Netty and Pearl both high fived each other.

George looked at the blonde haired male and spoke up. "Are you still in touch with this guy? Maybe Dream, Bad and I could help you tie the knot again with this guy." George suggested, his voice dropping to more of a flirty wingman type tone.

That comment rewarded George with an elbow to the gut from Dream.

Grian's cheeks dusted pink as Badboyhalo cracked up.

Grian then looked down slightly at the table. "Actually, neither Taurtis or I have heard from him since 11th grade."

Bad eventually composed himself again and looked at Grian. "Wait really? What do you think's up?"

Taurtis shrugged, speaking up before Grian. "Not sure. Just... one day he ran out of school after getting into a huge argument with one of the more shittier teachers there and just never came back. People say he ran off then got himself grabbed by some shady people or something."

Grian sighed and shook his head. "He was old enough and knew how to mostly take care of himself."

George winced. "Ouch, I'm sorry man."

Grian sighed before smiling and giving a shrug. "Don't be. That was a long time ago."

A pause fell among the seven.

Grian licked his lips before speaking up again. "Well, I'm finished. So I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I'm ready to go watch the rest of this parade."

Taurtis grinned brightly and stood up. "I thought you'd never get done! Let's go!"

The others laughed despite Grian's protests.

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The second to last band marched on. Grian's ears became filled with cheers and the band's cadence.

Netty, Dream and Pearl were all standing beside him, watching the band march off. Bad, Taurtis and George were all behind them talking and chatting away, though Grian couldn't hear what the three were talking about entirely because of the crowd.

Grian sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, simply enjoying himself since he had no Admin duties to perform at that moment.

"Nothing could possibly go wrong."

"Grian, look over there."

Grian blinked, he turned around to see Taurtis tugging on his jumper sleeve. George and Bad were both now turned around, looking back at a couple of people.

There were at least four people harassing two others. They all appeared to be arguing. There were two extremely tall men appearing to be staring each other down with death glares while a shorter man with brown hair appeared to be arguing with three other shorter men.

Badboyhalo looked back at the Admin. "We gotta help them."

"Oh god-fucking damnit." With a heavy, reluctant sigh Grian put a hand up. "Wait here."

With that, Grian headed over to the ground of six. As Grian neared them, he caught some of the end tail of their conversation.

"Oh shove off! The lot of you, you nHo bastards! You can't even touch us!" A shorter man with brown hair and a beard yelled. He was one of the two that was practically being backed into a corner.

"Oh just you fucking wait Iskall! I'll make you eat those words!" Another man yelled. This man was being backed up by the other three.

"Hey!" Grian shouted, coming up to them and forcing himself in the middle of all of them.

The six arguing suddenly stopped and looked at Grian. There were four on his right and two on his left.

Grian stood with his arms crossed, giving a harsh glare towards all of them. "Care to explain yourselves?"

The tallest man on the four's side stared down at Grian. He then looked at the others with him. "Lass 'uns hier abhauen. Wir werden sie früh genug bekommen."

Just as quickly as Grian had come up, the four then walked away. Leaving just Grian and the other two. Now Grian was slightly rusty on his languages, but what he caught from the tallest man was that they'd quote-

"Get them soon enough."

Grian exhaled then turned to the other two. "You both alright?"

The shorter man, Iskall, gave a bright grin. "Ok. That was kinda cool. Not gonna lie."

There was a much taller man standing slightly behind Iskall. He had black hair and a black mustache. He also looked shockingly familiar. "There's something we'll never see happen again." He added, his tone coming off a bit as a taunt.

Grian turned to the two. Just now realizing how short he was compared to them. "Do you know those people?"

The black haired man grimaced. "Yeah. Nasty blokes they are. Been following my mate Iskall and I for nearly an hour. I swear, you practically saved our skins."

Grian took a shaky breath. Honestly he wouldn't have noticed if Taurtis, Bad and George had pointed them out. He quickly changed the subject. "Have you reported them?"

This time it was Iskall's turn to speak up. "Yeah. But their surprisingly quick to flee. You wouldn't imagine."

Grian raised his hands slightly, giving a light chuckle. "No no, I'll take your word. I'm-I'm Admin Grian by the way."

Iskall chuckled. "I'm Iskall, as you know. And my friend beside me is MJ."

MJ gave a light scoff, shaking his head. "MJ is what you call me." The taller man then looked back at Grian. "I'm Mumbo."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"As to you too." Iskall replied back.

Mumbo the visibly tugged on the shorter man's sleeve. "Iskall. We gotta get moving. We don't wanna keep Ren and them waiting do we?"

Iskall blinked, he looked up at the black haired man then back to Grian. "Sorry to cut this short, but MJ and I gotta go. Maybe see you around?"

Grian gave a wordless nod.

Iskall flashed as smile as Mumbo took off in a direction. "See ya! And thanks again for the save!"

Grian watched as Iskall sprinted off after the taller man. He smiled to himself, then walked back over to his group of friends to go watch the last band march by and play.

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Fin

Oop sksksksk- I would've gone further with this but-

1) I lost motivation
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2) I got a 4 month old kitten at a mildly unsuspecting notice on the 7th yesterday (Aka Nov. 7th, 2020. A saturday). Her name is Patches and she is adorable.