Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 62: Fight Next Door

Oh yeah, it was Dream's birthday yesterday lol, forgot to say anything.
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Dream POV

My mind was drifting around on the edge of consciousness, wanting to fall asleep but not entirely being able to. I didn't mind it too much, since admittedly I did enjoy the feeling of being able to cuddle with George as he curled into me. A quaint smile also grew on my face, feeling so lucky about everything.

Honestly I wouldn't complain if I had to stay here my entire life, laying with George in my arms. Unfortunately I had a life outside of the bed, and so I wouldn't be able to do that. The opportunity to do that though, still lingered in my mind.

We would be able to survive in here for a while, since we had food and water and a TV with Netflix and four or five other streaming websites. The only issue is the bathroom, we'd have to leave the restricting confines of the warm sheets to go to the toilet or shower. So for that reason alone this couldn't happen.

"Karl! Sapnap!" I heard a voice call out, piercing through the quiet air with an unexplainable fury. I jolted at the sound as it rattled my bones. Techno? I recognised the sound. What are you? My arms held tighter to the brunette, with the sound honestly shocking me. George, the heaviest sleeper, was still dozing in my arms, but I doubted it would stay like that.

The first shout was definitely the loudest, yet he continued on for what felt like hours, but probably was only a minute or so. Soon George shifted with a groan. “Are you up?” I asked him cautiously, hand brushing through his hair. He let out a small hum, seeming to show that he was up, but he didn't want to be.

I found that funny, yet adorable. After taking a few seconds to admire him I tilted my head to the side. "Did Techno’s shouts wake you?” I questioned.
“Yeah…” His brows furrowed. “Do you know what it’s about?”

“Karl and Sapnap.” I informed him blatantly. He was still confused, as was I. Our roommate had gotten quieter, so now all we heard was a blur of noises that couldn’t be distinguished as words. “I don’t know what specifically.” His voice spiked again, and both of us froze in order to try and hear it, to hear the origin of his hatred.

"And how did they know to contact me?" Techno let out a loud growl, and both myself and George glanced at one another. ‘Who contacted him?’ My soulmate mouthed the question slowly. I shrugged. Perhaps some fans? That was the only guess that I could possibly offer at the moment.

“Should we go and check?” The brunette stiffened, his body turned towards the door. I didn’t want him to risk facing the wrath of Techno if something happened and so I gently coaxed him to lay back down with a hand on his shoulder.
“Stay here.” I told him while standing up.

“Dream? What?” I looked over at him as I moved out of the bed. He looked so adorable cuddled up in my hoodie and blankets that I considered coming back to join him in the bed.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” My tone was gentle, as though I was talking to a piece of glass. Then a smirk grew and I added on ‘plus, you can barely walk’.

George’s face turned red and he quickly tried to get something to throw at me but I left the room before he even had ammunition. I did spare a chuckle at the cuteness overload I had been looking at. After basking in his perfectness for a few moments I turned my attention to my screaming friend.

"Don't you ever call him dumb!"
"He is a respected angel, not a jerk!"
The mixture of anger spread from one of the angels to the others, something that I was worried about. I took a moment to stand in fear at the idea.

If one angel was life threatening when angry how would it be when three were angry. Perhaps I should go and get George, then we don't have to fear for our lives. I edged closer. "Why would you even hate him?" Karl calmed himself down slightly, providing me with some relief.

"Because he's my father." Techno responded, arms crossing themselves over his chest. I saw him in the doorway, basically looming over the other two. I had no clue who they were talking about but it was obviously important. As I stood there, watching the situation, I saw his anger dissipate.

Cautiously I stepped forwards the door, cocking my head to the side out of curiosity. The pinkette glanced over, acknowledging me, yet he didn’t say anything. “Philza is your father?” The brunette’s voice was high, and eventually I stepped around to be seen, brows furrowed as I looked over at the trio of heavenly creatures.

“Who is Philza?” I asked, looking from one angel to the next, before finally settling on Karl. I was confused, it seemed as though myself and George had been left out of almost everything and so my impatience began to soak through my firm demeanour. They didn’t acknowledge me for a few moments, instead looking towards one another.

My friend didn’t actually respond to me, none of them did. Instead the two cupids continued to study Techno. “I didn’t know Philza had a second son.” Sapnap furrowed his brows. “I thought that it was just him, ᚴᚱᛁᛋᛏᛁᚾ, and Tommy.”
“I’m his eldest son. He had me when he was only about five hundred.”

“Five hundred?” Karl was shocked. “But that’s so young!” Seriously? Five hundred was considered young to these people? “I never knew.”
“And why do you hate him?” Sapnap asked, still ignoring me as he looked towards the pinkette. “Is it because he had you young?”

“No, it’s because he seems obsessed with the idea that I will take the role of Head Cupid from him.” Techno explained, and I could see some irritation building up in Sapnap’s eyes. “I don’t want to do that.” Then his eyes opened, glowing the colour of hell itself. “Now that you both told him I helped get Dream and George together he wants me back.”

“You did?” Once again the pinkette looked over towards me, not saying anything, then he turned back to the group. It seemed as though they were getting into an intense conversation and after a few moments of reluctance I backed up, deciding that this conversation wouldn’t result in Techno killing anyone, and I retreated to my room.
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