A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty Two: Oh no, Chika's a girl

Ya girl has an editor now, I feel so posh. Basically that just means if you find any spelling mistakes you can just blame it on ihylmao from now on 😊

"So, what even is this game?" Dream asked as the first night loaded, the computer blasting out a few moments of silence before the in game radio burst to life, a voice crackling as it explained their new job as the 'night guard'.

"Its a horror game."

"Yeah no shit sherlock, what do you do in the game?" Dream pestered, rolling his eyes at Georges annoyingly vague answer.

"I don't know I've never played before!" George reasoned, glancing warily at the screen. "Its something like you're a security guard and you have to survive from 12am to 6am and the whole time these metal creatures are trying to kill you and will jump out at you." The brunette explained using his limited knowledge.

"Aaaand that's supposed to be considered fun?" The demon asked amused, raising his eyebrow at the human next to him.

"No, its bloody terrifying." George replied with a shudder, turning his attention away from his companion so he could pay attention to the game in front of him.

He'd stalled long enough already and was probably going to end up being jumped stupidly because of it.

Looking at his monitor George grabbed his mouse, moving it around and clicking things on the walls and around the room the game was set in.

After checking the cameras (at chats request) George seemed to relax a little, even laughing slightly at the fact that the Bears things nose on the poster would make a squeaking noise when clicked.

Let's just say his calming attitude was more then short lived.

"HOLY SHIT!" George practically screamed, jumping away from his computer as his character was attacked by an animatronic he had somehow neglected to see, scaring the absolute crap out of him.

"PAHHAHAH." Dream cackled beside him, laughing his head off at the smaller's reaction to the jump scare. "You— you fucking jumped like a foot off your chair." He managed to choke out through wheezes, his body overtaken by laughter as the other pouted beside him, his heart still beating frantically as the night started once more. He hadn't even made it through the first one.

"You know what you could at least help." George reasoned, annoyed at the smug smile that overtook the others face.

"Hey, I'm the moral support. What more could you need?" He reasoned before pointing out that the human may have to pay more attention to his computer if he wanted to actually get anywhere in the game, George decided to ignore the part where the demon told him he could continue admiring him later.

After another attempt and paying much more attention George managed to complete the first night.

"Okay, I know that was only like 15 minutes but I hated every second of it." George said, rubbing his hands in his face as the game decided it might as well just start Night two with no pause or anything. "You have to be joking. I hate this so much." He whined, leaning back over to his computer ready to continue the terrible game he'd somehow gotten himself into playing.

As the next night started George took the opportunity to read his chat and their suggestions on how the fuck he should actually be playing. Many were just spamming extremely helpful things like 'Check the vents' or other things that were 100% bullshit. There were however some surprisingly useful tips, but those were mostly just from the donations because it seemed people were less willing to tell him the wrong stuff when they had to pay.