"Alex if I'm imposter next round, I'm knocking you the hell out; you're on my hit list, bitch-"
"Language!!! Sapnappp!!!" Bad yells from the call and Clay has to mute the call for a second even if he knew he wasn't really innocent of commiting ear rape.
"Jesus.. bad needs a new mic"
Clay is sat in his bedroom late at night; the darkness engulfing most of his bedroom and he's sat in his plush spinney chair in from of his desk consisting of a computer, monitor, keyboard, cams, and other materials he needed for his youtube recordings.
Clay earned a headache and looked over to the clock and realized he'd been online for over fifteen hours.
"what the hell? It's been over ten hours now and george still hasn't gotten back on." He complained after returning to the call with his friends.
"Damn, calm down you thirsty hoe" Sapnap chips in which makes a few of their friends, including clay, chuckle over the call
"I'm not a thirsty hoe" clay argued; the Crewmate label flashing over his screen for a moment.
A couple minutes of the game passes and Clay checks his phone and finds himself texting his friend to wake up; aware he was a sensitive sleeper.
It's funny.. how He was a light sleeper and Clay slept the sleep of the dead so even shoving him off his bed wouldn't interupt his dreams.
George was in his bed, covers over his brunette head and he hears a vibration and stirs a bit from under the covers. He sits up and stretches a bit, looking over to his phone on his desk table.
He sighs and sits up, feeling the cool air hit his bare torso, leaning over and grabbing his touch screen before laying back in his bed, checking his notifications and sighing softly. His brown eyes look over Clays texts and he resets off his phone, setting it aside and laying back under the covers.
He didn't think it was worth it. Besides it was too early for something like that. More among us streaming.
Dream: Georgeeeee wake up
Dream: Let's play more before I got to bed
After a few minutes George gets back up and grabs his phone, thinking of something to respond with.
You: why can't you just go to bed? I'm not going to bother you while you sleep like you bother me, Dream.
Dream: but georgee
Dream: :(
Seven hours pass
And George finds himself typing away and sending it whilst sat in his kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, decently mid day where he was.
One new message.
GEORGE:
Dreamm I'm boreddd wake up
YOU ARE READING
what the honk (dream fanfiction)
FanfictionThis one's going to be a quick-paced short story because I suck at updates and complicated story plots. Almost everyone will hold a good perspective in a good amount of the story. The ships will be unclear and mixed unless I get suggestions.
