oneshots

feral boys - wrong number

CHAOS
IRL
TWS: NONE
X READER
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authors note
i've had this idea for a
longggg time lol !
inspired by the crazy feral
boys stream in april where
it was basically just them
screaming and being chaotic
oh also i'm trying x reader for
the first time so lmk what u think
( using they / them prns )
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Y/N IS HAVING ONE OF THOSE NAPS where you don't dream of anything in particular. just a calm black void in your mind, the perfect backdrop to a deep, satisfying, sometimes a tad bit messy slumber. it's well earned, very well earned. they've worked their ass off at their pathetic job at a local pizza place. folding boxes, dealing with bratty customers, making the pizzas, and closing the restaurant up at the end of the long double shift drained y/n completely. there is not a single drop of energy in their body.

that is, however, all about to change. because of a random phone call.

but, back to their nap. in their haste to close their eyes and drift off, y/n didn't even bother taking off their shoes. they didn't care about where they were sleeping, opting to fall — literally fall, it felt very gratifying — onto the couch, which is where they stayed. in fact, the keys y/n used to open their door, and then lock it, are still in their palm. the sharpness of the metal should be slicing their skin quite painfully, but for some reason y/n has averted injury, just this once.

another side effect of this rush to get some shut-eye is their phone, still halfway out of their back pocket, where they quickly slipped it in after getting inside their apartment. luckily, it's battery is decent, and y/n forgetting to charge the device won't have any dire consequences.

but, there's something else y/n forgot about the phone that will have consequences.

whether those consequences are dire, only the future can tell.

y/n always puts their phone on do not disturb while they sleep. a healthy choice, given that a loud notification could wake them and ruin their perfect slumber. however, since the only thought on their mind was sleep from the second they left the restaurant, turning on do not disturb was not even close to a priority. that simple part of y/n's routine was skipped, for better or for worse.

they don't toss and turn in their sleep, just lay there on the purple fabric like a brick. soft snores can be heard, but only if you listen closely. y/n prides themself on being a somewhat quiet sleeper.

until the moment that phone rings — and we'll get to that moment later — the apartment is near silent. peaceful. tranquil.

the complete opposite of peaceful and tranquil was happening just a few miles away, in a certain man named karl jacob's house.

let's visit that chaos, shall we?

" DREAM HAS A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH BARACK OBAMAAAAAA! DREAM HAS A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH BARACK OBAMAAAA! TELL TWITTER, SOMEBODY TELL TWITTERRR, DREAM HAS A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH BARACK OBAMAAAA! "

the auto tune, more affectionately known as the 'quackity button', has been turned on, and to any dream smp enjoyer, this can only mean one thing: the feral boys are, officially, popping off.