Mutual | dreamwastakenxreader

⌨ Reaching Out ☙

Y/N POV

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New York City, New York

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"Fine. It's Dream."

I did not. I DID NOT. I just know I didn't just call dream, the world record holder for speed running, the professional Minecraft player, an 11-year-old try hard. I smack my forehead as I think of how stupid I am. I tell myself over and over again what I did, rolling my eyes each time.

Eventually, I've rolled my eyes enough that my head starts hurting, and the gasps and whispers have died down from the call. I think of something witty to say, something that would be good content.

"Yeah, I did call you an 11-year-old try hard. And guess what?" I ask him, full of confidence.

"What," he says, and I can almost hear the eye roll.

"I don't regret it," I say, and right as I finish everyone mutes because the game of Among Us has just started. I glance over to see the reactions in chat after I've turned Emote Only on.

TWITCH CHAT

SpookyScarySkeletons: NotLikeThis NotLikeThis NotLikeThis

Shook_shook: NotLikeThis NotLikeThis NotLikeThis

d.tyhj: NotLikeThis

I scoff.

"Have some faith in me, chat," I say, and walk over to the med bay to complete my task. Once I finish, a bright green character has appeared right next to me, with a display name of "dream." A confused look falls upon my face, wondering how he got in without me seeing his bright character around the corner of the task pop-up. I immediately suspect him.

"Interesting..." I trail off and start walking away, but the top half of my character is sliced off of my body. The bottom half of my bottom stays, the cartoonish bone sticking out. My jaw drops in disappointment. The green body simply just hops into a vent, likely leaving the body for someone else to find and creating an alibi for himself. "Rude," I mutter under my breath. "He probably just killed me because he's salty."

Later that round, someone reported my body and voted off the wrong person. Eventually, everyone was killed and Dream won the game.

The next few rounds were pretty average, with around an even amount of wins and losses for the crew. But one round stood out more than others. My screen was filled with the red word "Impostor" along with my cyan character, and another light green one. Dream.

"Whatever. I hope we- I mean I- win," I say, and once the game starts, I try and stick with Dream so that we can vouch for each other. As we're walking around, Dream kills Tubbo. I frown. Tubbo's nice.

Dream jumps into a vent and moves to the other side of the map, and I walk into the hallway nearby and as Sapnap walks into the room of the murder, so do I, trying to hide the fact that I might have been a part of it.

I walk in and report the body, keeping quiet as we all unmute. People are quick to suspect me, but Sapnap covers for me.

"No, it can't be her. She found the body at the same time I did. If it was her, she would have already been inside of the room," he says analytically. I smile.