Terraria: Birds of a Feather

Chapter sixty (oh snap really?): Kissing, Kids, and Confusion

(Here, have a cinnamon biscuit! I made them fresh!!!)

This is fixin to be very Trippy. Remember those cinnamon biscuits I gave you earlier? Yeah... I drugged them. Have fun!)

(We need to go deeper!)

Feather POV

I saw Brandon look at me with wide eyes.

"Uhhh.... You're dreaming! Go back to sleep now!" He ordered. I smirked and closed my eyes. Did.... Did he kiss me?

I then open my eyes again. But something was strange. My back didn't hurt. I sit up from my bed, no problem.

"Hey Beautiful...." A buttery voice asks behind me. (Markiplier?!) that voice sounded familiar, but not natural. I turn around and see Brandon, sitting on my bed. He had a smirk on his face.

"Brandon?" I ask uncertainly.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He replied.

"Uhhh... You okay?"

"I am now that I get to see your beautiful face.."

A small blush crept onto my face. Is this some sort of joke? Is there a blood moon out? Well..... Not that I'm complaining...

Brandon chuckled.

"You're cute when you're blushing..." He said moving closer. The blush grew. I hopped up from my bed.

"You.... Um... Sure? You've never acted this way before...It's different....I kinda like it..." I say. He gets up behind me.

Wait... What am I saying??!

This is my best friend!

Why am I liking him complementing me in a flirty way??

This is totally unlike Brandon. I look out the window to see it's broad daylight. No blood moon....

"Hey, What's wrong, Love?" He asks.

"What?" I squeak. I turn around to see him directly behind me. He looks a me for a while before smiling. He pulled a strand of hair that was tucked behind my ear and twirled it in between his fingers.

"Why are you so gosh darn pretty?" He flirted. A small smile crept into my face. "Oh! Um... I don't know about that..." I said, looking down.

He placed his hand on my chin and tilted my head up.

"Nonsense.... You're absolutely gorgeous.... And I want you to know that..." Brandon said. "Really...... No.... I'm nothing that special..." I say.

In the blink of an eye, I feel a soft pair of lips on mine. My eyes go wide.

"You are everything to me...."

I bolt up from my bed, screaming. It took me a second to realize a very import detail:

This was not my bed.

It took me another second to realize something else:

These were not my pajamas.

What scared me the most was a person beside me.

"Feather, Honey? What's wrong?" A familiar voice asks. The figure rolls around and it takes all my effort not to scream.

"Ki??!?" I say in disbelief.