I frickin love conventions. Buying merch, the cool cosplays, and seeing so many famous people.
Twitch con is one of my favorites. So many recognizable faces and personalities. Like failboat or shroud.
There's a big stage for the famous people there to talk to an audience. Wait, there is someone up there with a green hoodie and slime mask. It can't be. ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO GET THE FACE REVEAL OF DREAM.
Why is he staring at me? It's been a while since I saw him and he has lost eye contact with me. Even when I was looking away. Somethings up with him.
He grabs the microphone and says "It's time for everyone to know who I really am." Wait, where's George and Sapnap. I thought they wouldn't missed this for the world.
Everyone at the convention was seated at the platform. Dream says into the mic "You guys look so delicious tonight." His voice got deeper.
I got a bad feeling about this. Time to leav- ow. A strap?! When did this get around me?!
"You guys want to count it down." His voice deeper and more raspier. I got to get out of this chair.
"10!"
I got to have something sharp in my pocket.
"9!"
My keys! Where are my keys?
"8!"
How deep are my pockets!?
"7!"
Nothing! Other pocket?
"6!"
There! Nope, just my pocket knife. Wait.
"5!"
Sharp blade! Sharp blade! Sharp blade! Sharp blade!
"4!"
There. Cutting time.
"3!"
Almost done!
"2!"
I'm free!
"1!!!!"
Uh oh. The mask fell. His face was just a mouth with rows and rows of teeth. "Congratulations, everyone. You fucked up." He said it a monotone yet deep voice.
Where his mouth was fell and on the inside was a blue tee shit with supreme in it.
"George! NOOOO!" I said I was running out of the building. The army was already there. The building exploded and blob of meat that dream was destroyed.
I hate conventions now.
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