Accidents Happen. (dreamnap)

chapter II

Sapnap POV:

I walked upstairs and opened the familiar white door to Dream's room. It was modern and neat, everything organized. 

I opened his closet, fumbling for something to wear. As I thumbed through his many hoodids, I came across one that said, "Mi Habibi" on it. I knew it belonged to Alex, but I kept looking. 

Once I had found an outfit consisting of grey sweats and a white hoodie, I went into the bathroom, admiring the huge walk-in shower. The walls were white glass tile, and the floor was black concrete tiles with green accent features.

I leant over the sink, examining myself in the mirror as I pulled off my once white sweater. I was filthy. Not wanting to look at myself any longer, I turned away as I untied my sweatpants and stepped out of them. I took off my socks and boxers as slow as I could, stalling for time. Once I was stripoed, there was only one thing left to remove; my bandana.

I had been dreading this moment for a long time. 

As I slowly lifted my hands to the back of my head, I thought about all the times Karl had said he loved my soft hair, the way it fell in my face. But now, it was nothing but a greasy, tangled, mop.

My hands fumbled with the knot, shaky with anxiousness. I finally untied it and let it fall silently to the floor. 

Looking into the mirror, I saw a man. The man had pale skin all color had drained from his face. His ribs were poking out, creating a bumpy surface. It wasn't until I looked closer that I realized the man was me. 

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After carefully trimming my beard, making sure to leave some of my facial hair so I didn't end up looking like a baby, I sat on Dream's bed. Even though he towered over me, he only had a queen-sized bed while I had a California King. He had white pillow cases and sheets, finished with a heavy quilt made up of numerous shades of green. Instead of the usual LED lights on the ceiling, his lined the floors and doorways, emmiting a purple glow that illuminated the room. Posters of his, George's, and I's Minecraft characters hung around the walls, along with fanart of his white blob. Glass water bottles were unironically scattered throughout the room. The vibe of the space was so relaxing, so very different from my own house. 

As I started walking back downstairs, I heard commotion coming from the living room. Careful not to interupt, I crept down and silently watched. 

Tina, Punz, and Karl were downstairs playing Mario Kart. Tina laughed as Punz speedran the entire curseword dictionary, and Karl was bouncing up and down in his seat, giggling.

I smiled and walked over to them. They noticed me and waved, so I sat with them and joined in. 

After a while, I started hearing voices, a faint yelling sound as if somebody were calling my name. I shook my head, my vision becoming blurry. The colors on the TV merged together and the laughing from Karl and Tina faded out as the voice got louder and louder, before I snapped awake.

"NICK! Oh my god, are you okay?" said a panic-stricken Dream. He was leaning over me with his hands on my shoulders, his face red.

"Yeah, dude, I'm fine," I grunted, rubbing my eyes. "What happened?"

 "I don't know. Are you sure? You were asleep, but you kept yelling. And then I came in here and you were hot and sweaty and..." His voice trailed off, looking at me. I looked away, trying to recall my dream. All I remembered was screaming at Tina for tripping me with a banana. 

 "It was probably nothing."

 Clay stared at me, I felt his eyes pelting me like arrows from one of his manhunts. I finally looked towards him, and when locked eyecontact. 

 "Tina is gone, too, Nick. I heard you telling at her. She's gone."

 The one thing I always hated about Clay was that he was always right and he always seemed to read my mind. I was about to yell at him when I noticed his eyes started welling up with tears. Although "Tinawastaken" was almost an unheard of ship, I knew the way he felt about her. Dream loved Tina almost as much as I loved-

 "So is Punz..." Dream clutched at a handful of his own hair and fought back the urge to cry, losing the fight. Tears trickled down his cheek.

 "Tina, Karl, and Punz. Goddammit, Nick. They're gone."

 "Clay, please stop..."

 "I'm sorry."

 "Me, too."

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774 words.(sorry it's so short)