what the honk (dream fanfiction)

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  "Uh oh" George muttered to himself, eyes slightly widened and focused straight at his screen as he played Among Us on his phone; his small astronaut character quickly hopping into a vent as he watched someone enter the room at the corner pixels of his phone screen. He feels stressed and giddy at the same time, that nostalgic feeling of getting away with something; adrenaline pumping through him and he has to readjust his seating, and quickly a dead body is reported.
"I found Dream dead in electrical, and.. I think I saw someone vent but I'm.. not sure" tommy reviews, being sure to add in that no one trotted past him as he entered the room to complete a task.
"Sounds like a self report to me" wilbur chipped in with a small smirk; always given credit at shitting on Tommy as much as he could. In the moment, George is grateful and silent, seeing as there's very few cremates still alive.
"I'm tired, let's just vote wilbur and call it a night" tubbo interviewed in the mist of a yawn from his softly chapped lips; stretching slightly in his desk chair; hair fluffened up and in his eyes as usual.
George takes this time to quickly vote and look over at his notifications; finding angry messages from Clay. George finds himself smiling to himself, yet another successful Among Us game played and Tommy ends up being the one thrown out of the ship whilst the victory screen is bright and well worth it as Clay unmutes himself to complain and explain his perspective.
"THIS IS BULL! I WALKED INTO THE ELECTRICAL TO DO THE WIRES AND GEORGE JUST WALKS IN AND--" that's when george ends the call; Clay's irritated voice too loud for his earbuds and he finds himself giggling softly, setting down his phone and stretching in his bed, writhing around a bit and groaning quietly.  His limbs pushing around his duvets and sheets whilst he pulls out those plastic earbuds and sets them aside with the phone. He yawns inelegantly; mouth agape and he's certain if he yawned on stream he'd be a meme on trending.

It's happened before.

His phone goes off; vibrating again and again and it's his friends begging him for another round for the pure satisfaction of having all 10 players and 3 imposters.
Otherwise, George personally didn't find himself useful to them at all aside from helping offer fanservice and coding for videos. He never felt satisfied with himself. Or even worth wasting everyone's times by hanging out.
He decided to check his phone after going limp from his stretching.

Dream: c'mon georgeeeee  one more game

You: dream I'm tired, it's late let me sleep

Dream: I'd only let you sleep if it was with me ;)

You: oh my god you're so annoying let me go to bed
I feel like I'm ready to pass out

Dream: george.

Dream: george.

Dream is typing ..

You: goodnight claayyyyy

Dream: GEORGE

Seen ✓

George sets his phone on silent then on charger and removes his shirt before laying in bed and cuddling up to his pillow and his blankets and sheets; eyes closing, lashes hitting his dark circles on his paled skin.
He didn't feel much for Clay. The man was like an annoying child that was too good at a videogame to want to play with. He'd just spoil the game rotten and rub in your face that he won minecraft.
George considered his friend obsessed with the game and was glad he found something else to play, like Among us.
His tired mind trails back to what his friend said.

I'd only let you sleep if it was with me.

;)

"Ugh.." george grumbled quietly, feeling his face heat up slightly. Clay was just being annoying and teasing. He probably spent too much time looking through fanart or reading fanfiction.. which encouraged that.. flirtatious behavior.
The boy squirms a bit in bed and pulls the sheets over his head but couldn't find it in himself to just..sleep. his mind felt full, going over minecraft codes and clays voice argueing with Sapnap about something earlier in the night and soon Gogy sits up and pulls on a hoodie before sitting at his desk and turning on his computer; a hand lowering to his pajama pants as he felt his slightly-hardened member through the material.
He thought to himself while typing something in with his free hand..

This is so stupid..