A Demonic Dance

Chapter Fifty Seven: Intoxication and friendship

Drop ya theories cuz I've finished writing now and wanna see how yal think this shit will play out 👀
I can tell you someone's guess has acc gotten pretty close so far

Also happy MCC day!!!!! And thanku for 30k that shit is crazy
———-

If you had ever asked Dream, before this week, if he could think of a more pequliar and confusing human than Tommy.

He would have told you there wasn't one.

Now however, he wasn't that sure.

You see, every human he seemed to encounter was different in a weird and sometimes wonderful way. And then you had Sapnap.

He seemed to be a whole new category of different.

In a good way of not, Dream wasn't sure he knew.

But he was certain he would find out soon.

"What do you even do in England." Sapnap asked out of the blue with a yawn, leaning against the sea wall railing, staring out across the sea.

It was the abrupt randomness of questioning like this that were leading Dream to his conclusions. Abrupt questions and much much more.

They had spent the beginning of the day meeting up with Wilbur and Leah, touring Sapnap around Brighton; along the pier, to the arcade, the 'house of horrors'. Wilbur had left a while ago, saying he'd like to get home before everything before the world around them descended into darkness.

"The same as you do in America you idiot." Leah shot back, the other three joining Sapnap in leaning over the railing.

"Did you really learn nothing from that tour Sapnap?" Dream asked with a laugh. For something they'd spent the most of the day doing it seemed the Texan lost his memories rather fast. What had been meant to be a serious show around of the city had ended up being mostly messing around.

They'd planned to go down the Brighton pier and had nearly ended up being too late to get in. Because who knew Piers had a closing time. Wilbur had however been adamant he would show Sapnap and Leah, despite the fact they would have plenty of time over the coming week or so.

The demon chuckled lightly as he remembered how out of breath George had been. Turns out he was the least athletic of the group. The blonde at one point had had to give him a piggy back. They had all burst out laughing at that and no matter how flushed George had been he seemed to have enjoyed it anyway.

In the end they had gotten a blissful 20 minuets on the pier, just long enough to go on some 'scary' rides and do other pointless shit.

None of them had stopped laughing practically the entire day, and even if they did they had managed to find something to laugh about again right after.

All of Georges friends just seemed to be so different and unique. I mean, humans are unique.. kinda. But he had been told that all humans were just dumb inferior little things that wasted their 'precious' emotions on such trivial things like: friendship, love and other things that would be procured for such enjoyment.

It seemed whoever had told him that however had never really met a human. Or at least hadn't met a human quite like George and his gaggle of friends.

Sapnap for example. First when speaking over phone he had seemed confused and suspicious. And then the first thing he had done when he had actually met the Demon was to threaten his life. And now, hell, now he was hugging him, doing something called a 'fist bump' and seeming completely fine in his company.

See, confusing.

"Well duh I learnt something idiot. It's just I thought I'd get to see the Queen or something."