this used to be called Headcannons

1.5 Metres (DSMP)

this is dnf ... Plsdon'tkillme also I dont really like c!dream, and prefer the bench trio in both lore and irl. Pls don't come for me, person gave me inspiration and I took it and am now making it into content for you guys. Also I cant write romance... Pls forgive me but im better at writing platonic relationships or angst. oh and this takes place in the real world, whatever the hell that is, but with the C! version of the people, bc im to pussy to make this in the smp dimension or irl.

I DO NOT SHIP THE CC, THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE AND HAVE REAL LIVES. Also both CC have said they are ok with fanfics about them being shipped together. If they say they have a discomfort with fanfics about them, I will take this down.

ALSO credit goes to @Nushypoo for giving me this idea. Pls go check their profile out, maybe give them a follow? Anyway, TO THE STORY!

His symptoms were mild, just a sore throat and a higher temperature than average. The test results were positive, sadly.

The one time they all met up, he had caught COVID.

Everyone was here, Wilbur Tommy George tubbo ranboo philza karl, heck, even techno was dragged kicking and screaming out of his cave (AKA his room) to come here.

And BOOM he had the virus.

The bright December sunlight shone through his window onto his face, the heat taunting him.

He was confined to his room until the symptoms disappeared or until two weeks had passed. If he went outside his room or someone came to his room they would have to stay 1.5 metres away and wear a mask.

He mostly just lay there, staring at his ceiling fan rotate in 360 degree cycles. To tired to get his phone from the charger on top of a small table next to his closet. 

He heard footsteps coming down the hall towards his room. He usally just texted his friends if he needed food, but seeing as it was already 1pm and he still hadn't eaten today they might have just brought it anyway.

A soft knock came from his door and dream decided he should get it.

"Coming." He announced, and waited until he heard shuffling from the other side of the door indicating the person had stepped back.

He swiftly put a mask on and opened the door.

Sapnap was standing in the hallway, holding a pate with a sandwich resting on top.

It was decided that Sapnap would be the only one to see dream so if he spread the virus, it couldn't get that far.

"George thought you would be hungry." The black haired boy stated simply.

He nodded and took the plate from his friends hands.

"tell him I said thanks."

The door was closed, separating the two boys. Dream waited until Sapnaps steps left the hallway and faded into silence before sitting down, his back to the door.

It was little things like this that reminded him that his George cared about him, even if he didn't admit it. 

Though they had coped well, they could still text, they could still call, they could still have streams together or make content for youtube together, but here...

Here they were a few rooms apart. It was teasing, like the universe wanted to separate them no matter what.

They were the epitome of right place wrong time, they were in the same house, yet the only way they could safely communicate was through a phone or closed doors and thin walls. 

He was still sitting on the floor, drowning in a pool of his own thoughts. His phone chimes its short ringtone, alerting him that someone wanted to talk.