The Sixth Sense but it's Karlnap

Dream

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Karl's stuffed toys had seen his worst and they'd heard everything. They were always the things he confided in first, well, only. He never talked about his thoughts, people would think he was mad, they'd call him a liar and tell him to grow up, but the small, hand sewn, white blob couldn't do that. Dream, as he'd named the blob, was Karl's best friend, Dream was always there for him when he needed to cry or whisper about his terrible day, and he was there for Dream when he needed stitching up or new stuffing. He was the only one Karl trusted with his secrets.

The two were curled up under Karl's covers comfortably, Dream squished snugly between Karl's arms and chest, his smiling blob head resting under the other's chin. Through the silence they listened to the slow clicking of the hallway clock, accompanied by occasional rattles of glass as wind hit the fragile windows, waiting for the quiet clack of shoes outside which would signal Sapnap's arrival, and every time they heard footsteps outside, they held their breath, hoping to catch them stop at the door, but they always passed, fading into the bleak night.

At some point between 4 and 5 'o' clock, Karl must have fallen asleep, the fatigue from another day of fear, panic attacks, and not eating catching up with his weak body. He lay snug with Dream, his eyes closed and hair spread across his pillow for maybe half an hour, before something tickled is ear, causing his tired eyes to open wearily.

As his blurred vision cleared, he saw the unfocused silhouette of a thumb, brushing just above his right eye, and felt fingers graze behind his ear gently, hooking some loose, tousled hair behind it. The tender touch made Karl unusually comfortable, a sense of ease making everything wrong disappear, like he was safe; his eyes were heavy with solace and they began to close once more, begging to return to slumber and catch up on the hours he missed last night.

"Karl, come on Muffin," A sweet, soothing voice said, their hand messing with Karl's fluffy bed hair, "you can't sleep all day." They laughed softly as Karl shook his head and pulled the covers over his face, bringing his knees further up to his chest and curling up. "Well then, if you're just going to sleep then I guess I made cookies for nothing."

Karl opened his eyes to this, peeking over the blanket sceptically, Sapnap sat at the end of the bed with a small, blue clip-lock box beside him, a warm smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling with excitement.

"You made cookies?" Karl whispered, pulling the blanket away from his face and sitting up.

"What? No, who told you that?" Sapnap grinned, pushing the box slowly behind him so Karl couldn't see. Although Karl's grey eyes were tired and wore dark bags under them, Sapnap could see the joy glimmering in them, even if it was just a bit, and he couldn't help but be equally as happy, feeling the fuzzy, tingly butterflies dance around inside him, filling him with a strange warmth he didn't know existed, making him eager to keep the boy smiling more. "Okay, fine. I did, but they're allll for me~" Holding the box to his chest, he turned away from Karl and opened it, exaggeratedly telling Karl how good they were, but in reality, Karl knew they looked like dogshit.

"Can I have one, please?" Karl asked, his words appearing more polite than he intended. Sighing, Sapnap pushed the box towards him, but kept his hand hovered over the top, looking playfully into Karl's sleepy eyes.

"Maybe." He paused, leaning closer and squinting, "Only if you play my game." He bit into the cookie he held, crunching it loudly and smiling.

"Fine, what's the game?" Karl huffed. Sapnap smiled again, taking a large bite from the cookie and ruffling Karl's messy hair. "Sapnap stop your getting crumbs on my clean sheets." Karl said, brushing the many crumbs Sapnap left on his bed onto the carpet beside it, an expression of fake annoyance on his face; his eyes were narrowed and his nose was scrunched, his lips in a slightly upturned frown. The corners of Sapnap's eyes crinkled as he saw Karl's face, shaking his head and giggling, he could only find two words to describe his face, stupid and cute, although he had trouble admitting to himself he found Karl cute. As Karl smiled and laughed with him, he felt the strange fuzziness become stronger, tickling not only his stomach, but his heart as well.