A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twelve: Boredom

What to do, what to do.

Dream paced up and down the living room, his mind thoughts and his mind bored. It had only been an hour and he'd mostly just layed out on the sofa, listening to Georges shouts and screams through the door, chuckling at the stupid shit he'd scream out or severally questioning the out of context replies he was giving his friends.

Yet again, just listening to George was another of the things Dream felt weirdly calming, sometimes when the brit was filming a video or something without a face cam, he would just splay out on his bed and listen to him rambling, George however seemed to find it distracting having him there however, so as you may have guessed, it was a rare occurrence.

"Ugh." Dream groaned, running a hand down his face. He was so bored.

After a few more minutes of moping he tried out some of the seemingly interesting human things the brunette seemed to enjoy doing. He downloaded twitter, well that is after he'd spent a good 15 minutes trying to figure out how to set up an email.

He was amused to see that George's name was on something called 'trending' other then that he found the app boring as hell and decided he would just ask George about it later.

After that he'd checked out some things called Instagram and Reddit. George had given him one of his old phones he'd never bothered getting rid of and downloaded some apps on it for him to mess around, he didn't really feel like using them much however, as well, as a being that died many many years prior, he was really supposed to leave as little of an imprint of himself in the area he is. Otherwise they'd have cases of people mysteriously 'becoming undead' after years and years which would really fuck with the humans.

So yet again he found himself splayed out on the sofa, bored, nothing to do.

Surprisingly he managed to occupy himself this way for another good hour, blankly staring at the ceiling and thinking about all the things he could probably be doing right now instead of just lying like a beached fish.

He could go on a walk, but he'd already decided against that in the hours prior. He could do some cooking but then he'd have to face the whisk again. He could smash every vase in the apartment, though that may get him de-summoned right back to hell. He could annoy George. He could— oooh he could annoy George!

Sitting up he congratulated himself on the brilliant idea, before turning to scrape his mind on ideas on what to do.

He'd already been scolded for barging into his room earlier, and George had been pretty annoyed even though he hadn't been streaming, and now he was streaming, it would be more hard.

Especially with how George said he couldn't enter his room. Which with the whole can't not do what he says thing would make this harder.

Sometimes he could find loopholes in the order, say someone says please then it kinda makes it optional so Dream can not do it (an avid reason why you should say your please and thank you's in his point of view) so for example that is how he somehow managed to stay in Georges room longer than he thought he was, because when George has told him to 'shoo' he did shoo. He shooed four steps to the right and then went back to standing still.

See, he did have brains. Sadly however, after that George has specifically told him to 'leave'. So work around that he must.

His first move of operation was to try remember what George was streaming on so he could log on and see if there was any way to annoy him that way.

After a good 5 minutes of searching up toot, twink, titch and twat, he found out the site was indeed called Twitch.

After logging on and creating an account he got sidetracked for a while trying to come up with a username, some idiot had already taken up the username Dream, so after lots of looking around and randomly pressing words he cane up with 'Dreamwastaken' even though he was not taken, George was not lost and with him having a username of 'GeorgeNotFound' he came to a conclusion that apparently usernames didn't need to make any sense at all. So there you go. Dreamwastaken it was.

It didn't take him that long to find Georges channel.

As he knew it would it showed the channel was live, having a good 60,000 people watching. Which was a lot. Which also made Dream more exited to fuck it up.

After watching a good five minutes of the stream he noticed something, the door was open.

Getting up off the sofa he walked up in front of the door, looking down at his phone to see if he could see himself before glancing back to the door to walk more into view.

After a few tries of being out of view Dream was soon in full view on the camera, indeed he was too blurry to actually make out any features, but there was indeed someone there.

He gave a small wave to the camera before checking back at his phone to see that chat had noticed and George has not.

Looking around him to try find something to do he stood stunted for a few moments before getting an idea, gesturing to the people who'd noticed him to shush, and he'd be back.

Grabbing the first item of food he could find, an orange. He walked back into view of Georges face cam and just bit into the orange. Peel and all.

Although he doesn't need to eat he still does have taste buds and it tasted... Well. Let's just just say he recommended peeling it first if for some reason you didn't already.

Luckily, somehow George managed not to notice the Demon in the cam behind him, leaving Dream to come up with more ideas.

The next thing he came up with was grabbing a piece of paper and writing down 'spam type Pinapples'.

Not only would it confuse the absolute dick out of George but also he would find out who has eyes or not.

Much to his delight glancing down at his screen he could see that the Chat was being filled with 'PINAPPLES'.

He looked at his phone to take a look at Georges face cam to see he was glancing at his second monitor, where he had the chat up, glancing at it with a perplexing look in his eye.

"SapNap I think my chats on drugs or something." George laughed, the other male loading up Georges stream fo see what he was talking about.

"Holy hell they are." He replied laughing back.

It was weird hearing George both from the bedroom and from his phone, especially with the second of delay it had.

No matter the lag however he would prevail on. He was in the middle of writing down his next command for the chat to go through with before his eyes caught onto a donation thing that flashed onto the screen

"Look behind you?" George read, whipping his head around to the door.

Fuck.

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