*Dream Sweet, Television Boy* Sapnap x Karl

𝐈, 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈

With a whirr of the television the newly found Tape – 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 – began to play, television static flooding over everything that was once there on the small black Television screen. 

After a moment a new video sequenced, a scene set out in a town quite similar to the one he'd left to see a few hours ago. This time the dried out grasses of the town had been turned to green – Daisies and Dandelions were the only thing he could see before the camera panned, an older version of the Karl from the many other childhood tapes had been sitting on the pavement picking flowers. 
He looked somewhere around 15 in this one nor did the town look too old either, from the thought of the dried out grasses he could tell that this clip had been taped onto a couple years ago. 

"Are you picking the flowers?" The woman behind the camera spoke before Karl rose his head, this is when he realised what had been in the boy's hands.
A flowercrown – one of the shotty ones you'd make out of the flowers in your garden. It still looked quite delightful anyway as he slipped it into his scruffy bronze hair. 

"Do you want a flower crown?" He asked the maiden behind the camera before she lowered the camera a tad, making her way onto the floor supposedly to sit beside him. 
"Sure, that'd be awesome" 

With a slow moment the camera got placed onto the floor, the film ending with a shudder of the tape as it slid out of the machine.
Finally he looked back toward the tape with the Omega Symbol, pulling it toward him once again in wonder. 
"How is this even possible?" He thought aloud, flipping it through his fingers as he examined each scratch and carving with curiosity 

It's been proven not to be some Hallucination – he could even text Karl over his phone, it was as if it'd been some weird ghost possession.. maybe a link between two worlds he never knew about. 
A world where he wasn't around. 

He held the tape tighter in his grasp before having to loosen his grip, afraid he might crush it. 
All he could really ask himself was 'how was this even possible?'
'How have I managed to find something nobody else has?'... Well, that might be a stretch. 
Might is the key word. 

Finally with a sigh Nick slotted the tape into the player, the machine accepting it with a whirr and a flicker of static across the screen, and in a moment of acceptance he pressed his hand across the screen and pressed his head against it with the shut of his eyes, waiting for a hand to press against his. 

There was a moment of static white noise  that felt like hours before he finally heard something different project from the television, a melody. 
Dreamland by Glass Animals was playing from a record player – peaceful harmonies blasting through his senses like a bullet, and with a fast raise of his head he finally noticed his friend comfortably in the same position as him, hand and head pressed against the screen. 

Nick could only give a pleasant smile as he realised the man was asleep, placing his head against the screen once again.