Little Squimpilius Pisses His Fucking Bed Again

DREAMSEXUALS?!?!

Squimpilius had just peed his pants in front of his crush, Cindy. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to die. Kyle started bullying him again, and this time, his own brother, Willy, joined in. Squimpilius was so humiliated and ashamed that he wished he could just disappear. He couldn't take it anymore and ran away from home. He didn't know where to go or what to do. He just wanted to be away from the people who had made him feel so bad about himself. He ended up sleeping in a park and crying himself to sleep.
Now that Squimpilius was homeless, he had to fight to survive... And eat scrap food out of a dumpster behind a 7-Eleven.Squimpilius had never been good at much. He was always the last one chosen for sports teams. He was surprised at how hard it was to survive on the streets. He had to fight for every scrap of food he ate, and sometimes he went hungry. The worst part was the people. He was constantly being beaten up, and no one ever helped him. He was all alone in the world, and it was cold and scary. But he kept fighting. He didn't know what else to do.He got a message from Cindy. He looked at his phone. She said that she was actually dreamsexual. "I love Dream, he is my life." So he resorted to drugs and snorted cocaine everyday. He became addicted to the high and started to lose touch with reality. His loved ones tried to get him help, but he refused. He wanted to be with Dream forever.He understood what Cindy meant. He loved Dream too. The DreamSMP was the only thing that kept him going, even through his cocaine addiction. Squimpilius was having the time of his life. He had more cocaine than he could ever hope to use. He felt like he was on top of the world. Then, he said the words that would change everything. "I love you, Dream." He didn't know why he said it, but the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he meant them. He loved him, more than anything. Unfortunately, Dream was not in the same place as him. He was back at home, in his bed, asleep. Squimpilius didn't know how to reach him, but he knew he had to try. He fixed his glasses, stood up and then he saw a figure walking out of the 7-Eleven... It was his dad, with a gallon of milk in his right hand and a long beard."Where have you been, Dad?" He asked. His dad looked at him and said, "I've been around, son. I've been around."
"It's been 11 years,daddy. I really really miss you.mommy says you went to the store to get some milk.
anyways im failing all my classes and mommy hits me very frequently.
and she changed my name to Squimpilius Squirtus.
Anyways daddy i forgive you for abusing me
please come back."
It was all just a hallucination. Squimpilius' dad was never coming back. He left him. Just like everyone else. Squimpilius was alone in the world. And high. Las drogas. Las drogas la mente.
When he woke up, Squimpilius realised he had been sleeping on the concrete. A dude was standing in front of him. He wore an ushanka and this hair was black and it swooped in front of his eye. He's an emo. "Hey man, you okay?" The dude asked. Squimpilius nodded and got up. He dusted himself off and looked around. He was in an alleyway. "What happened?" He asked. The dude shrugged. "You were passed out when I found you. I tried to wake you up but you were out cold." Squimpilius rubbed his head. He must have hit it. "Thanks for helping me."
"You have a nosebleed." The emo said.
He had an odd accent. Probably Slavic. "You should lay off the cocaine." The emo said. Squimpilius was embarrassed. "You don't know me." The emo laughed. "No, I meant that you should get a better high than a coke high." The emo suggested. "I don't even know you, man." Squimpilius was hesitant, but the emo was insistent. "Come on, it'll be fun," he said. "I promise." So they went to the crack shack. A dirty building full of junkies. Willy was there, surrounded by 4 women in skimpy clothes. Squimpilius couldn't believe his eyes. There was his red-headed brother. Just sitting there. Counting money. Willy began laughing. "Everyone! Look! It's the diaperboy!" Then everyone laughed. The emo laughed too. "IT'S HIM?" and Willy nodded. Pipps looked around a corner. "BLADDERBOY?" Squimpilius began crying. "Y-yeah." Pipps was concerned. "Dude, you look like shit."
"BECAUSE YOU GUYS TURNED ME INTO AN ADDICT!!" Squimpilius screamed.
"Bro not our fault." Both Pipps and Willy said.
"Look we just sell the drugs." Willy said.
"YOU'RE CRACK DEALERS?"
"yep." Pipps answered.
Willy and Pipps were drug dealers now. Who would've thought? From Dream Stans to criminals. I mean Willy was doomed to become a criminal, but Pipps?
He really needed that crack now. He asked the emo where the crack was.
They pointed up the stairs."What is there"
"Crack Mcdonald's." Willy answered running a hand through his red hair."Oh, to have your crack at another crack's mere whisper of a melody" a junkie said. No one paid attention. Willy made his way up the stairs and back over by the stairwell.  a voice from the bottom of the stairwell spoke.  "Willy!"  He heard cackling, before a junkie grabbed his leg.  Willy had bounced and bounced  up the stairs as the junkie tried to hold him down.  "Willy, help me up" the junkie yelled.  Willy reluctantly spoke "What am i suppose to do?"  "Get me a crack whopper, please!!"
Willy kicked his hand away.
"Nah bro get one yourself."
There was a full on Mcdonald's upstairs. Full of high customers and workers. Wait. Cindy, Jackson and Kyle were working there? What the fuck? "What can i get for you?" Cindy asked Squimpilius.
"Cindy." he began.