That One Player (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 23

Things you should know (go figure, it's on every chapter, lmaoo):
(Y/N): Your Name
(N/N): Your Nickname
(O/N/N): Online Nickname

Word count: 1999

I tiptoed quietly into George's edroom, both after I knocked quietly, and seeing as it was slightly open anyways. Almost immediately, my eyes landed on George, who had his blankets up to his chin. He was still asleep, and his breathing was soft. I smiled gently before looking around and grabbing a seat from his desk and sitting next to his bed. Gently, I shook his shoulder, careful that I din't hurt him, or scare the living soul out of him. "George," I said, somewhat singing out his name as I watched him turn and face the window. He groaned, pulling the blankets over his head and nuzzling himself closer to his pillows. "Lemme sleep," he mumbled under his blankets.

I chuckled, shaking my head before leaning closer to him. This time, I shook his shoulder a little harder, ensuring that he would wake up without me having to grab Tommy to wake him up. "George," I said, this time a little harsher and without the singing. "If you don't wake up, you'll regret it." He only groaned again before all was quiet. I sighed before leaving my seat and walking back to the itchen, where all the boys were still chatting. Tommy was still in the glass, Wilbur was now holding a phone and recording Tommy, and Tubbo had moved closer to Clay, who looked beyond worried for Tommy's sake.

After about two minutes of almost pure havoc from Tommy shouting for someone to help him and Clay panicking on Tommy's behalf, I coughed, grabbing the boy's attention before grabbing the broom George showed me a few nights ago, and sweeping delicately and carefully around Tommy's feet as to clean as much glass as possible. "Go wake up George, please?" I asked Tommy, who, after almost complaining that I was the one to help him out of the situation, smiled brightly, making his way to the stairs. "Wouldn't wake up?" Clay asked as the five of us made our way up the stairs. I nodded my head, smiling to Clay before rushing up the stairs after Tommy.

I looked behind me to see that Wilbur still had his phone out, probably still recording, and Tubbo following closely after him. All five of us reached the top before Tommy looked around. Clay pointed to George's door, and Tommy nodded, a devious smile playing on his lips before he slowly opened the door. Past Tommy, I could see George, who was still in his bed, fast asleep and facing away from the door. It was barely a second before Tommy went barreling into the edroom, shouting "WAKE UP, BITCH BOY!" as George sat up with a bolt, pure fear and shock on his face. Before Tommy could even acknowledge that he woke up George, he stumbled on his own feet, tumbling towards the bed before falling over the bed, landing on the other side with his legs in the air, upside down. 

Without thinking, I burst into laughter, Clay and Wilbur following in with me as Tubbo gasped loudly before eventually succumbing to the laughter. I bent over, tear threatening to fall as George stuttered, looking from Tommy, to us, then back to Tommy. "What the hell?!" he shouted, scratching his head as he got up to help Tommy. "Y-you wouldn't- You wouldn't get u-up!" I said through everyone's laughter. "Y-You should've s-seen your f-face!" Clay said, holding his sides before his famous tea kettle wheeze commenced, only causing everyone else to laugh more. "T-Tomm-my," Wilbur started, shaking his head and entering the room. "Ar-re you okay?" he asked, helping George pick Tommy off the floor. 

"Hey Wilbur!" Tommy said, groaning as he put his hand to his head, scowling. "Do me a favor. SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!" If at any point I had ended my laughter within this time, it had just started again with Tommy's words. I held onto the door frame as I bent over again, laughing at George, Wilbur and Tommy, who were now all arguing about the current situation. "What the hell was that for, Tommy?" George asked, crossing his arms and looking somewhat upset at Tommy. "Well, you wouldn't fucking wake up, Gogy!" Tommy said, pushing George a little. "(O/N/N) Told me to wake you up!" Wilbur backhanded Tommy gently, yet with enough force to make Tommy seethe in pain. "Shut the fuck up, Tommy!" he said, shaking his head. "Say sorry to Gogy!"