what are you doing, Step Dream? (dream x reader)

[four] doing

"Doing the laundry?"

Clay had emerged from his Minecraft cave in a t-shirt and boxers and was now milling around you as you loaded clothes from the washing machine into the dryer.

He made a little grumbling sound and poked your shoulder. "I was gonna do it."

You suddenly could not focus on the wonderful clothes you were loading from one hole to another. Why? Probably because it was morning and you were tired. Yeah.

"Don't worry about it. Aren't you streaming today?"

Clay mmm'd. "That's in an hour and a half. Plenty of time."

You didn't want him to do it. It was fun throwing wet clothes around, anyway. "Nope, it's good. I'm almost done."

He conceded with a nod and went to sit at the dining table in the next room, taking an adventure novel with him. You kept at your task.

The last piece of clothing, a wet red hoodie, went flying into the dryer, and you were about to slam the washer door shut when you realized there was still a sock in the far back.

With a groan, you bent to your knees and reached inside.

As you grabbed for the sock, you realized it wasn't just stuck by wetness to the back of the washing machine, it was stuck stuck. It had somehow wedged between the spinny thing and the inside wall. It wasn't budging.

Well. You weren't going to lose this sock. It was your sock, after all. Losing one meant losing two, and you were already low on pairs.

When you realized a one armed grab wasn't doing the trick, you decided to go all in and grab it with two hands.

You tugged hard.  No dice.

If you tried to brute force it, you thought you could rip the sock or damage the washer somehow. This called for a closer look.

You put your head in the washer, both hands still on the sock.

What happened next was probably impossible, but the position of your bent arms, your shoulders, and your head combined to make the perfect structure: one that could be stuck in a circular hole.

The moment you realized this, you thought if you just bent your elbows in, you could dislodge yourself. False. It seemed every dimension of your body had been custom-made for this. You couldn't move your elbows without severely injuring them on the many smaller circular holes in the spinny thing. Your shoulders were compressed, and the more you struggled, the less you could move.

God. Goddamn.

"CLAY," you yelled. "I'M STUCK IN THE WASHING MACHINE."

There was a pause wherein you regretted every choice you'd ever made. Then you heard your dear step-bro come plodding in from the dining room.

"...Oh my god."

"Help," you said, voice cracking mid-word. Never had you felt more pathetic. To make matters even more embarrassing, 1000 IQ Clay was taking his damn time doing anything. What was he doing? Staring at you? Your face was going to BURST with all the blood going to it.

You couldn't take it any longer. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STEP-BRO, GET ME OUT."

You could tell Clay was trying not to laugh as he finally moved toward you. "S-sorry! Sorry, I'm just trying to... to assess the situation... how did this happen?"