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[Warning: Hints of cutting.]

A few hours later, after so much loud banging and scraping, the garage looked a little better. There wasnt as much wood and screws scattered on the floor, and the dust was almost gone. It was beginning to look a little newer, as if it was just bought.

Nick wiped his forehead, exhausted. He was in different clothing; A simple gray shirt, and black shorts, and he wore a different headband than what he wore when he commited a crime. This headband was black and white striped.

Clay was more awake than he was earlier, his face blank while he fixed a table. The table had bite marks, most likely from hungry rats.

George was sorting out tools, like hammers, screwdrivers, and the grabby tools. While sorting, he found a sharp blade, one that looked like it was from a razor. It only took George a second to realize what it was, and he immedietly put it back where he found it.

"Uh... Is it just m-me, or is it hot in here?" George gulped, tugging on his shirt as if trying to cool himself down. He mentally kicked himself because he had all of his emotions in his voice.

Clay froze for a second, probably realizing something was wrong, but he shook his head. If George didnt want to say anything he wouldnt force him to.

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"Not just you..." Nick looked at George in a searching way, looking around George. His eyes rested on the blade, one that had old blood dried onto it. Nick glanced at George's arms, and George fumbled to hide the razor.

George could barely read Nick's expression. It went from calm, to searching, to concern, and then to sadness. George felt his breathing quicken, and quickly went inside, closing the door behind him.

George slowed his breathing, focusing on calming things. He imagined rain tapping lightly on his window, something that often made him feel safe.

"Never again..." He whispered to himself. The door squeaked, and Nick came in.

"You okay, George?" He asked, concern showing in his voice.

George nodded, letting out a small sigh.

"You wont do it again, right?" Nick took a step towards George, reaching out a hand as if wanting to pat his shoulder, but retracted it immedietly. George nodded, clearly uncomfortable. "Never. When I die, my last words will be 'fuck you', unless I die of old age."

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Clay came in, unusually silent. The leader looked at George for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Nick. His face was still blank, but you could tell he wasnt thinking about anything annoying.

"George, tonight, how about you take out this guy? I've been saving him for an occasion, and I think this is what could cheer you up." Clay took a paper off of the counter, handing it to George.

George's heart skipped a beat as he realized who this was.

The paper read:

Target: Dave Blade

Address: Chaos Street, House number 8823 (Made up)

Rank: Known and Wanted murderer, goes by the name Technoblade online.

Profile: ((not matched up with reality all the way)) 6'2, Male, Owner of dangerous guns, highest killstreak of 36

George looked up at Clay, his eyes shining and his mouth gaping. "To-Tonight?" He asked, and Clay nodded, grinning. "And me and Nick will wait outside for you incase anything goes wrong. After all, we are the Nightmares. We strike at night, and make sure to spread fear." Clay had a challenging look in his eyes, while Nick stayed quiet, taking a moment to process all of the information.

"Tonight, we take the #1 spot. We take the leaderboards.

"We kill Technoblade."

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Just wanted to get a chapter out really quickly, I really like what I have planned 👀