A Demonic Dance

Chapter Forty Two: Big D

"WIIIIILLLLLLBBUUUUURRR!"

"Remind me why we let him come again." Wilbur sighed, tuning away from the excitable teenager and looking over at George who just laughed, the human looking dwarfed between the 6'5 and 6'3 males.

"You invited him." Dream laughed, waving a hand at the blonde as he made his way over.

It was finally the day they'd all planned to meet up with Skippy and Bad, a meet up they and their viewers had been increasingly yearning for.

They were all standing at their meet up point by the pier, waiting for everyone to show up. George and Dream had ended up fashionably early, standing and watching the waves as they waited. It reminded George of when they first went to the beach, standing at the pier in the cold wind. Oh how so much had changed since then.

Next to show up was Wilbur and Niki, laughing as they walked, the height difference between them even more comical than the one between Dream and George.

George had ended up having to reintroduce Dream to the two. They'd both met him before but it appeared the blonde male was the only one who'd been sober enough to remember it.

After them, as you may have guessed, was Tommy, shouting excitedly as he came over, giving Wilbur a high five which was repioptriecated with a lot less enthusiasm.

"Heya you gremlin." Wilbur greeted, Dream not receiving the same open handed response from Tommy, instead giving him a glare.

"Heya Wiiilllbur." He said again, the taller just shaking his head.

Lucky for the three of them however, they were swiftly interrupted by the arrival of Fundy.

"Hey, where are Bad and Skeppy?" Niki asked after another round of reintroductions, the others finally noting how indeed, the two people they had all met up to meet had still not shown up yet.

"Maybe they got lost?" Fundy suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

Turns out Fundy was a prophet and he didn't even know it, and sure enough the boys showed up a few minutes later, lead over by an old lady who seemed to have been giving them directions.

"Sorry we are late." Bad apologised, waving at the group as he walked up before gesturing over to Skeppy. "This muffin decided to get us lost"

"And you had to ask an old lady for help?" Tommy questioned, laughing through the gaze Wilbur shot him.

They really had no clue why they invited him.

"So, where do you want to go?" Wilbur eventually asked after standing and chatting for a while. Even though George and Dream had already met the two, they'd been a bit distracted at their last meeting, so it was nice to stand, chat, and know they were just talking to friends, not killer Demons.

"We thought you would decide that, seeming we couldn't find our way here we'll be pretty shit at finding something to do." Skeppy said slightly embarrassed, ignoring the 'language' Bad snapped at him.

"We could go on the ghost train."

"And why would we do that Tommy?"

"Why not? Tubbo told me about it, and big men aren't scared of ghosts, so it will be fun!" The teenager suggested, the others shrugging between each other. They had nothing better to do. Wilbur and Fundy had planned to help give Bad and Skeppy an experience of an authentic British pub, but that would have to wait till later when Tommy left, so ghost train it was.

"Hey Dream!" Bad called, running up to the male as George was dragged off by Skeppy, the action too perfect to be coincidental.

"Hey Bad, don't you want to be chatting with Skeppy and the others? It's then you came to see." Dream asked, raising his eyebrow at the other demon.