Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 20- The First Break

Word Count- 2824

Wilbur woke Dream up when he got home. Hehehehehe silly boyfriend. He has fallen into my

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"HEY!"

Ira looked up to see Dream lording over her, arms crossed angrily and eyes narrowed to slits. She looked down at the computer screen, then back up at her angry character.

"How the hell..."

"What happened to the quality writing?"

"I- I got tired," Ira sayed, somewhat peeved. "Look, I'll pick it back up when I'm more awake."

"Thank you," Dream replied stoutly. He uncrossed his arms and poofed away in a flash of green. Ira turned off her computer and went to bed.

(I'M CACKLING I DON'T REMEMBER WRITING THIS)

Okay. Let's try this again

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The door opened and Dream bolted upright, his hand fumbling for the knife on the bedside table. Nightmare was screaming about a trap and Dream's only thought was to not be taken. Sunlight blinded him for a moment and he had to blink a few times before he could see... Wilbur? Oh right, they shared a room.

"Morning," Dream said bashfully, setting the knife back down with a grimace.

"Were you about to stab me?!"

"No, I was gonna start buttering toast with my handy dandy butter knife."

"You're weird when you're sleep deprived."

"Not my fault! Nightmare's restless, he wants to stab shit and blow stuff up."

"I'm sure he does," Wilbur said, taking off his glasses and smirking. "Well, since you can't sleep, I've got a better idea on how to spend our day."

"Will, no," Dream muttered, his heart breaking a little when he saw Wilbur's spirits plummet. "Look, we're going to be starting the plan tomorrow and I need to be able to stay awake. And walk. And I'm not going to be able to do either if we-,"

"Okay," Wilbur said, sounding a little upset. "I respect that. I really do."

"Well, once this is all over, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time. Maybe we'll even..." Dream felt the idea toss and turn in his head and he watched Wilbur get more and more intrigued.

"Fine. I'll bite. Maybe we'll even what?"

"How about this? Once we execute Schlatt or lock him up, whichever is better, we'll have the White House all to ourselves."

Wilbur's eyes lit up when he caught Dream's train of thought.

"So how about the next time we screw, it'll be in the White House? It'll all be over, and the White House has plenty of rooms."

"Deal," Wilbur said, eyes glinting feraly. "Look at you, ordering me around. Maybe you can be a top."

"Oh shut it," Dream muttered, turning over. He heard Wilbur shuck his jacket and soon enough the mattress sagged and a warm arm wrapped around him.

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Dream pulled the heavy mask over his head, tapping his fingers against his thigh and trying to keep his breathing even. It was a full-faced, black mask with mesh over his face allowing his identity to remain hidden while giving him breathing room. He was dressed in an armored, black suit and heavy boots. The previous guard had been stripped to his undershirt, tied up, and knocked out. He was currently in a supply closet with a mop and some cleaning supplies.