Spiritually Flawed (Drista Content) COMPLETED

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TW// Mentions of sexual assault

Drista got in Phil's car with him, after making sure Nancy and Bruno had everything they would need for a couple hours. Of course she also took them outside to do their business.

"So Techno didn't say what was wrong?" Drista asked while putting on her seatbelt.

"No, so it's got to be a big deal." Phil put on his seatbelt and pulled out of the driveway. "there was supposed to be alcohol at this party. Techno doesn't handle sloppy drunks well. I'm thinking he got in a fight with an aggressive drunken ass."

"But why would that cause him to be in distress? I can't see Techno losing a fight, plus he wouldn't feel guilty if the ass deserved it." Drista pointed out that Techno was a tough fighter.

"I don't know... I don't know who your brother invited. He got many close friends?" Phil asked.

"Well Sapnap was, but obviously he's not there...as for current close friends..." Drista thought about her brother's friends that she knew. "Techno, George , Bad , Puffy, and Karl. I don't think Karl would be there though."

Phil analyzed each name she said. "Hm none of those people strike me as troublemakers. Not in a violent sense. Isn't Bad married to what's his name?"

"Skeppy? I don't know, they might he divorced again." Drista shrugged. "

"Skeppy can be a bit of a pain in the ass, but I don't see him and Techno fighting." Phil sighed. "Your brother probably invited random people he barely knows."

"I mean, probably. He's trying to fill the void after all..."

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When they arrived to Dream's house, Drista was asleep. Phil had to gently shake her awake. "Mate, we're here. I'm going to go find Techno. You stay here." Phil could of just let her sleep but he wanted to give her the stay here order.

"Mmn" Drista whined as she curled up in the seat and tried to get back to sleep.

Phil got out of his car and looked around. Judging by the mess of cars and the loud shouting, Dream invited way more than close friends.

Drista eventually opened her eyes and looked towards the house. The curtains were closed, but she could see a flashing light, seemingly in the living room. She really wanted to go inside and feel the comfort of home again. Even though she knew it would be littered with garbage and passed out intoxicated people.

She debated with herself before opening the car door and hopping out. She would just tell Phil she needed the bathroom.

Drista got to the door and opened it nervously. The music could be heard from outside but it got even louder when she walked inside. There was a couple strobe lights set up, making it difficult for her vision to adjust.

She carefully stepped around the junk on the floor. The first place she thought to go to was her room. She passed a couple people on her way up the steps but they seemed too drunk to notice her.

Drista was honestly expecting to find a drunk loser passed out in her bed. That's just how untamed this party seemed. On her way to her bedroom she could hear people downstairs cheering, chugging, and vomiting.

When she got to her room, she opened the door slowly. Stepping in, she saw her drunk loser awaiting her. Although, it would probably be rude if she called her brother a drunk loser.

"Dream?" Drista stood by the bed where her brother was laying. His eyes were bloodshot and he had definitely looked better. "Are you okay?"

Dream didn't acknowledge her, he just stared passed her like she wasn't even there.