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VIII - C R A Z Y!

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TW- PROFANITY

WC- 1648

--(Y/N) POV ---

I wake with a gasp. I try to process the dream I had just experienced. But why was I so anxious? Maybe it was that hand. The hand that allowed me to leave the strange dream.

Speaking of dreams, the green-dressed man stands on the side of the doorframe, watching as I rise from my slumber. This man was very odd. I don't know what's normal here, but from my past knowledge, stalking someone as they awaken is not normal. That mask stares into my soul with those black eyes.

"What's it to ya?" I grumble as I slump my shoulders and look down into the palms of my hands.

He lets out a small chuckle. "Have you forgotten this is my room? I have a full right to enter my room," he teases as he tosses his shining armor into the corner of his room.

Crap, I must get out before he does something stupid in front of me. "I'll be in the dining room fetching myself some breakfast while you," I pause. "Tend to your responsibilities."

I don't even want to look back. This place is so oddly mannered it's getting on my nerves.

I'm one to complain. Got to keep that kill-count in mind while I'm here. Maybe I can fit in.

As I walk down-stairs to the dining room, with some struggle, I see Sapnap and a man in big white goggles throwing handfuls of flour at each other. From my knowledge of the introduction yesterday, the man with goggles is George. Dream warned me about the two of them during the dinner last night. Something like, "They express their undying love for each other by fighting like children."

I giggle at the thought. If their undying love is supposed to be creating a mini-explosion in the kitchen, then I am more than happy to spectate.

As I struggle down the last few stairs, I catch onto their conversation. "What if she doesn't feel like pancakes?" A strong British accent yells.

"Then we can go with your idea!" The bandanaed man yells in response. "Anyway, you would have to be a total idiot for not craving pancakes! Yeah, she might be weird, but you saw her wolf down that chicken last night."

I enter the kitchen with a smile present on my face. "G'morning!" I say enthusiastically. "How's breakfast coming along, ladies?"

The mention of 'ladies' seemed to catch their attention... well, Sapnap's at least. I almost laugh at their dorky expressions. "Pancakes will do fine," I answer their unasked question.

They both nod with each other and go back to their kitchen duties.

I never got a good look at the house. The house was basic but beautiful overall. The inside was a wide-open space with lots of storage spaces. All the bedrooms were located upstairs or in the basement where I hadn't seen yet. The house was in the middle of a lake which was oddly fascinating.

The kitchen was massive. There were far too many storage cabinets, a large island in the center, and a small bar stool area. I sat on one of the bar stools as I wait for the meal.

I don't get it yet, but I've seemed to get adjusted to the place a bit too fast. Everyone was just so welcoming, except for Sapnap, but I'll let that pass.

As soon as I sit on the stool, it moves. Not away from me, but it moves side to side. Did I break it? Is it supposed to do that? I panic.

Sapnap breaks into a fit of laughter as he places down a plate of pancakes in front of me, "Never saw a moving chair before?" I shake my head at him, full of confusion which makes him laugh even more. "If I told you the chair could also go up and down, it might just knock your socks off."