Meant to be?

Nothing's wrong

TW:
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3rd Person POV:

Alex gasped, and shot up into a sitting position. He was heaving, trying to catch his breath, and sweating profusely. He wad drenched in a disgusting cold sweat that made him want to tear his skin from his body.

But, on the bright side, and the dark side, it was only a dream. Then again, Sap, Karl, and George still weren't real. What a sh*tty dream.

No, not sh*tty, more sick, twisted, and a goddamned nightmare of a dream. But a dream nonetheless.

He looked around at his surroundings, noticing he was on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, even though he specifically remembered falling asleep on the couch, in the living room.

He couldn't bring himself to question it, he didn't really care about anything anymore. And he saw nothing wrong with that.

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Sapnap stood in front of the mirror with his hands digging into the counter between him and the sink. He couldn't bring himself to look up, he didn't really care about anything anymore. And he saw nothing wrong with that.

Karl sat in a chair, where he had been for longer than he cared to calculate. His head in his hands, elbows rested on his knees. He hadn't moved in a long while. He couldn't bring himself to get up, he didn't really care about anything anymore. And he saw nothing wrong with that.

George, on the contrary to everyone else, was pacing. Pacing back and forth, back and forth. He hated it, but it's all he could think to do.

George seemed to be the only one of the three in his right mind, but that didn't mean he was hurting any less.

George functioned through sleep, George hadn't slept. He, himself couldn't feel a difference, but his body could, and if he didn't stop pacing soon, he would pass out.

But he didn't care, in that way he was doing just as bad as Sapnap and Karl, but he couldn't see that. He spent his time thinking about important things, not sleep.

Sleep leads to dreaming, dreaming leads to a fake reality where anything could happen. And right now, the last thing George needed was his thoughts to pull him into hours of dreaming, he didn't have time for that. All he could do was pace.

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I made this one a bit longer, I'll try to see if I can get the next few chapters to a more decent length.

Hope you're having a lovely day/night/morning/afternoon/evening or whatever point in time it is, wherever you are.

Please take care of yourselves!