𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟|| 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (ENBY)

I Am Very Unperfessional

!!Twitter Notification!!

@Dream DMed you:
Hey, I saw your amvs and I was won...

Holy shit he saw them.. My AMVs... I have one thing to say.

I am not mentally prepared.

What was this? A surprise attack? I'm currently dying and I'm just looking at the notification. Y/n, take deep breaths. In through your nos—wait no, your nose is blocked. I'm choking. Why am I choking? I just wanted to breathe.  I swear, god has a vendetta against me. My roommate walks in.

"Y/n, you good? Do you need help?"
Yeah, London, I'm fine.
"Ok, ok, I'm coming." Ha, xe said 'coming', lol. Heimlich maneuver incoming.
"What were you choking on?"
"I don't know, London. But you give me asthma, so I'm fucking leaving," Xe hates it when I make Wilbur references.
"I'm getting the 'Pan' pans."
"No please, anything but the 'pan' pans. PLEASE!"
I scream while xe walks out.

London has basically made a living off of making custom cooking wear with pride flag designs in them. Xe had the idea after xe came out as pangender and pansexual to one of our cishet friends who, at the time, wasn't very educated on what those two titles meant. That friend was Darryl, our other roommate. He is currently on his friend's stream. I don't know the other guy too well. I only know that he goes by Skeppy, and that we are moots on twitter.

London walks back into my room, hands suprisingly empty.
"They were dirty," xe says disappointed. I am so extremely lucky that xe doesn't have them. Xe just likes T-posing with them in hand, which sounds incredibly stupid but, London's stares are terrifying.
"Why were you choking? Seriously?"
"Choke me like you hate me, but you love me," I love making dumb references.
"Come on!"
"Ok fine," I say as I grab my phone, go to the notification wall and turn the screen to my roommate's face.

Xe looks at me with starts in xyr eyes.
"YOU GOT A DREAM DM, Y/N! DON'T FUCK THIS UP! What does the message say?" Xe goes to press the notification.
"NO HOLD ON, I NEED TO ASSESS THE SITUATION!"
"'ASSESS THE SITUATION,' MY ASS, JUST READ THE FUCKING MESSAGE!"
Suddenly we shut up and hear footsteps. My arm goes limp and my phone falls on the floor, screen first. Thank god we have carpet.

"Can you muffin heads quiet down? Skeppy can hear you two!" Oops. We both nod at Darryl, he walks off, presumably back to his room.

"I'll read the stupid message if you let me," I start, staring at London. I pick up my phone while xe sits down in my gaming chair. The only reason I have it is because it's way more comfortable than normal desk chairs. I don't even play games very often.

"Ok, open the message then. Wait—Are you too pussy to even read it?" Xe says in a, somehow light hearted tone.
"No! I'll read it." I shakily press the DM request. I don't accept it, I just stare at the message with pure bliss. I completely forgot about London and Darryl, and his buddy's stream. Especially the stream.

—— Author's Note ————————————

I'd like to mention, there will be lot's of self deprecating humor in this, also text chapters. I'm hoping you'd be down for that? Anyway, have fun reading.
     - We Out Here, Dead
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