nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

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SATURDAY:

10:39 am...

I wake up with a pounding headache and I groan as I toss a glance at the side of my bed. A bunch of soda cans and bottles litter my floor, along with food and candy wrappers. What in the-. "Figured you might wanna explain that." A voice spooks me and I jump, glancing around my room.

Wilbur is casually sitting at my desk, furiously typing away. How come I didn't notice him? "Huh?" I manage to say, closing my eyes briefly. "You came home late last night." He says, and I sit up fully. "I don't remember what happened," I say, and suddenly, memories flood into my head.

Ah, now I remember. After my meltdown in my car, I drove around town, stuffing myself with junk food and singing my heart out to some songs. Then I stopped by a Walmart and I grabbed like 5 books and snacks before heading out to a park. I stayed there for a very long time before I managed to drag myself to my car and going home. And then finally, I cried myself to sleep while eating snacks.

I see a half-opened chip bag by my side and I grimly pick it up and toss it into my trashcan. Yeah, I don't want to know how much grease is on my pillows and blankets. Note to self, wash your bedding after you get ready.

"I wasn't really doing well last night-." I start but Wilbur waves me off. "Understandable. You came home declaring your love for Toothless from 'How to Train Your Dragon' before crashing upstairs." He explains and I turn into an impossible color of red.

"I did?" I ask quietly and Wilbur spares me a glance. "Yeah, you did." I groan again and I fall back onto my bed, cursing myself as my headache pounds in my head. "I shouldn't have eaten all those sweets last night," I mumble and Wilbur chuckles. "I feel like I'm having a sugar hangover. Are those real?"

I glance at Wilbur and I watch as he opens a new tab. After a few seconds, he nods in approval. "Yeah, they're real. I'll get you some water and some Tylenol." He leaves and I'm left alone in my room. I sigh and drag a hand through my face. I feel myself relax for a moment before a loud ring comes from my phone.

I curse out loud and I mutter as I grab my phone off my nightstand.

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
how are you doing
heard you weren't doing well

Me:
how the hell do you know

Me:
Dream told you didn't he

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
actually, yeah, he did
he said you had a
meltdown in your car
last night?

Me:
wtf, no i didn't

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
ma'am do not lie

Me:
ok fuck you two
me having a meltdown
is none of your guys'
concern

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
i'm just making sure
you're okay

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
anyways, you guys heading
to the fair today or tomorrow?

Me:
are you self-inviting

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
and what if i am?

Me:
we're heading today
'we' being Niki, Wilbur, Dream, and I

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
wait hold on
you're bringing
dream with you??

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
why does it feel like i
skipped a few chapters?

ᴇʟɪᴀsツ:
didn't you have a meltdown
yesterday? this makes zero
sense, please elaborate