*Dream Sweet, Television Boy* Sapnap x Karl

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐈

Nick shut the door behind him with the soft kick of his foot, dropping the large box of clothes in his hands with a sweaty thud.
With a wipe of his forehead he looked around at his progress.
His new house.

He'd only just moved in, it already looked pretty cluttered, messy and mismatched.
Boxes upon boxes of belongings littered the room like nothing he'd ever seen before. It had already looked like a pain in the ass.

He let out a harsh breath as he caught his energy once again, and in what felt like hours he'd looked through the rooms, set up his own, and placed everything from the boxes where he could.

Shelves were filled with his youtoos, that's for sure, the dresser was filled with his abundance of monotone, plain sweatpants and sweaters, his gaming setup has been 'neatly placed' onto a table he'd brought into his room.. if you could call his shitty job neat, and finally he brought his belongings into his bedroom, not bothered to place them anywhere just yet.

Now he'd been tired - he fell back onto his bed with a cushioned thump and with an accidental bump of his elbow against the wall beside him he'd knocked the nail out of the shelves above him, a clash of black and white clicking against his face with brutal force.

"God damn it" he thought aloud with a bothered sigh, the man finding a way to sit up on his bed without tipping any of the other shelves above him to examine what had decided to attack him.
He'd been disgruntled, yet not disgruntled enough to not be confused about the clusters of VHS tapes sitting on his lap.

He'd not noticed them beforehand.. He'd never meant to bonk them off of the shelf in the first place.
He swished his black scruffy hair away from his face before examining the black and white artifacts in his grasp, Roman numerals.

Who the hell labels things with Roman numerals?
Maybe a few people, but that's beside the point.
The point is that he'd found the past and memories of someone who's once lived here - of course he'd been curious.
And curious he was, taking the couple VHS tapes in hand as he carried them out to the lounging room - not too far away from where his bedroom had been, and taking an awkward seat beside the older Vintage-looking television propped on the shelf.

The VHS tapes were quite strange in itself. Who'd leave tapes like these in a house they'd just moved out of? Wouldn't someone want to keep such relics to themselves?
With all of those questions out of the way he flipped one of them over to look at the Roman Numeral.

' 𝐈𝐈 ' had been etched into the front, white pen filling in the cracks, and underneath such text had been a small quote, nothing too inspiring but it intrigued him nonetheless

' 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝑳𝒊𝒆 '

That'd been enough to shake him a tad, to give him that urge to flip it around with a look of disturbance and confusion - yet he didn't.
All he did was blow on the tape - a cloud of dust catching the wind as he did so, And he took it in both hands, slotting it through the VHS player he'd found hooked up here earlier.

One of the many trinkets he'd noticed as he moved things around along with the TV.
He'd rather keep it there than try and move such a dusty old television, in the shape that it was he thought it'd crumple in his hands with a touch.

As unexpected as it had been the player accepted the tape, whirred for a long moment, and finally synced in with the Television, a short fuzz of the static screen catching his attention. Though quite startling in the moment the television flicked into a black screen, soon flicking back to a scene of staticky greens and yellows.

A park, a group of kids talking amongst each other in a park.
The child holding the camera made their way toward the group with a kind of hobble, soon giving a call for the others.
"Alex!, Darryl!, Guys! Hold on I got the camera" he definitely sounded younger than the rest, around 10 probably.