Lost

Chapter 1: Heat Waves and Sickness Strike the Unfortunate

The soft chatter fills his ears as Dream laid there, miserable. Miserable. Sweaty. Engulfed in hellish heat. Sheets clung to his clammy skin as he lays there. The hum on his fan provides some comfort but it's not enough to help save him from the deathly sticky heat. Sweat dripped down his face slowly.

"Oh God, this is horrible." Dream murmured, before peeling the sheets from his skin and sitting up. He shut the tv off, hoping that would cool down his room somewhat, and stood under the fan, trying to feel the soft semi-cool breeze. It could be worse. His AC might be broken but at least he had his fan. Vibrations could be heard admitting from near his bed. He shot a glance at his phone that laid there, shaking slightly as it continued to vibrate. Someone was calling him.

Great. Just what he needed. He felt miserable. He looked miserable. He was miserable. Regardless, he walked over and picked up the device, reading the screen name. Georgie is calling. A slight smile tugged his lips, not one Dream himself noticed.

"Heya George." The male let out, a slight smile very much audible in his voice. Somehow, Dream could already feel himself being pulled at his misery. He paid no mind to it, in fact, he hadn't noticed.

"Clay where are you! MCC starts in 5 minutes! I've been calling you for the past hour and you hadn't answered your phone! No one could get a hold of you. Not me. Not Karl, not Fundy." George sounded pissed. This was the game he needed to have back to back to back wins on MCC after losing his strike in the MCC 13 games and a late valued team member is not what he needed.

Shit. "Ah, fuck I forgot about that...shit ah hold on." He scrambled to his set up. His shorts and tank top began to stick to him uncomfortably as he paced around his room, getting prepared for the MCC. He was on the call with George still, mumbling a long string of curses before finally sitting down and pulling up Minecraft to login.

After sounding frustrated and honestly being frustrated, George finally spoke up again. "Clay?" He called out to his friend, concern embedded within every syllable. Dream froze, hearing his voice full of worry. "Yah I-I-" He let out a long sigh. "Sorry. Orlando got hit with an awful heatwave and it's sucking so much right now." He put his phone on speaker before he let his head fall into his hands. He felt sticky with sweat and honestly disgusting. Dream chuckled to himself, the silence seemingly eating at him slowly.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to even compete?" There it was again. The same concern that tug on his heart. In reality, no. He felt feverish, clammy, and mentally out of it. He thought about being the reason for George losing MCC. But... Dream didn't want to disappoint him and frankly, the rest of his team. "Yeah, I should be. Just be my little cheerleader and I should be kicking ass in no time." He chuckled, setting up his stream as George's laugh sweetly rang in his ears.

"Shut up you goof." He mumbled in between his giggles and chuckles that we audible heard on the stream as people started to pour in, commenting on how he was crazy late for MCC. "George I'm streaming, let's switch to Discord with Fundy and Karl." Dream warned lowly, a smile still audible.

"Aight aight, let's head to discord. Just know, Fundy and maybe Karl, are going to yell at you for being late." Dream rolled his eyes. Right. He was late. Late and making possibly tons of people upset. "On second thought, can we stay here? Just the two of us?" He asked sweetly, a hint of sarcasm laced in his undertone. He glanced at his stream's chat as he finally got on the game, keeping in mind what he said to George while live on Twitch. In-game chat was going wild, his other teammates were yelling at him to join their VC in discord.

"Nope! Sorry Dream but it looks like we need to head over to the vc." George said in a slightly warning tone, just enough to hint to Dream to cut out his shipping shenanigans before it goes downhill like the "hardened clay" incident.