A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty Six: Wait, what's an MCC?

After finally catching up on the earlier events, the two spent most of their time just lounging around the house. Dream had practically put George on bed rest, refusing to let him get up and walk around despite smaller's complaints that he felt fine enough to walk around, only allowing him to get up to go to toilet which even then seemed scared George would drop dead at his feet.

"Dream you know I'm not going to just collapse in your arms." George exclaimed with a sigh.

"Yeah well you seem to have a habit of it." Dream huffed, leaning against the window and looking out at the scenery.

"Haha how funny." George shot back, before both of their attention being brought to George's phone which was buzzing on his desk next to his computer, probably still there from where he left it before their walk which led them to the other demon.

"George your cellular thing is vibrating."

"Yes Dream I can see that." He responded, looking between the phone and Dream expectantly. "Well you going to see who it is or what?"

"Oh, oh yeah." Dream said finally, walking over to the phone and picking it up, reading the screen out loud as he walked over to George. "It does't have a name, just a bunch of numbers." He declared as he sat down, handing the phone to George who had to awkwardly lean over and pick it up with his right hand.

Sure enough it was an unknown foreign number. And as I'm sure you've all been taught in school, if you get a call by an unknown number, you decline it and block it. So of course George got comfortable, picked up the call and placed it on speaker.

"OMG GEORGE ARE YOU DEAD WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PICKING UP YOUR PHONE????" An American voice blasted through the phones speakers, deafening the two males on the other side of the call.

"Sapnap?"

"YES ITS ME!!!!" The voice screeched once more, Dream, much to Georges thanks, leaning over to turn the volume down.

"How- how did u get my number?" George asked, clearly not remembering giving the Texan his number, for this sort of reason exactly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU'BE BEEN COMPLETELY IGNORING MY DICORD CALLS, ALL MY MESSAGES, TWITTER THINKS YOU HAD A HEART ATTACK OR SOMETHING! SOOOOOO I FOUND YOUR SISTER ON INSTAGRAM AND GOT YOUR NUMBER THROUGH HER NOW WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN????"

George tore his eyes away from the phone before muting his side of the call, glaring at Dream. "You didn't think to like, you know, tell anyone I was unconscious for the past two days? You just kinda left them hanging???"

"Yeah. What, did you want me to tell them you had your wrist snapped in half by a demon?"

"No- You- Never mind." He shook his head, looking away from Dream.

"GEORGGGE WHERE DID YOU GO YOU CANT JUST DIE ON ME AGAIN." Sapnap screeched once more, George only just remembering to unmute his side of the call before replying.

"Sorry, I'm here, don't worry I'm not dead." He sighed, frantically trying to think of an excuse.

He could say he tripped over and broke his wrist? That would be understandable, but then again he most definitely would have messaged his friends about that if it had happened in the normal circumstances, and he would have easily been able to message them back in under two days.

"What happened then? Are you okay? Did you disappear because you realised your undying love for me and just needed time to process it, because if so mate thats totally fine."

"Wha-? SapNap no? Why would that even be an option?" George stuttered confused, Dream laughing silently next to him. "No, I... I urgh, I fell over and had to have a visit to the hospital, I left my phone at home though so i couldn't message you. When I got back I completely forgot to message you, sorry." He lied

"Oh, you okay?" The texan asked, no longer shouting and now sounding more concerned.

"Yeah, I only bruised my wrist. No biggie." He replied, ignoring the stern look Dream gave him and the very coincidental spike of pain shooting up his arm.

"Oh good. You still up for MCC? You missed all the practice we had planned."

At Sapnaps words George froze, processing what he'd said. MCC. He'd completely forgot about MCC.

"Wait how many days away is it?" He asked, ignoring Dreams quizzical looks.

"You get Amnesia as well? Its in like 2 days. Please say you can make it, our team is sick this time."

"Umm, yeah sure, I should be fine." The brunette relied, glancing down at his wrist. He used his left hand to control the movement of his character, that wouldn't put too much stress on his wrist right? It would all be fine...

"Wait what's an MCC?" Dream asked next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Wait George is there someone there with you?" Sapnap said through the phone.

"Nope, no ones here." George replied before leaning over to hit the blonde, speaking to him in a quieter tone in hope the other wouldn't hear. "Dream, shush."

"Dream huh?"

Guess it wasn't quiet enough.

"Sup, Snapmap right?" Dream said, leaning closer to the phone.

"Haha. How funny." The other American replied, obviously not amused by Dreams nickname. "You're the guy that like kept storming George's stream aren't you?"

"The one and only."

"Hah, it was hilarious, George was so flustered." Sapnap laughed, reminiscing on the event.

"Yeah Sapnap I'm sure we remember." George cut in before either of the two could try embarrass him any more. "Anyway, what did you ask Dream?" George asked, swiftly changing the subject.

"I asked what MCC was."

"Wha-? How do you not know what MCC is? George how uneducated is this man?" Sapnap scoffed.

"I'd be less uneducated if you just told me what it was." Dream snapped back, leaning forward in his chair.

George could practically invision SapNap rolling his eyes at the phone as he explained. "Alright calm down pissy pants. MCC is a Minecraft tournament event thing where you play loads of different mini games like parkour,
survival, combat, teamwork. I myself am an absolute boss at it, won every time-"

"Sapnap you are such a liar." George slid in, cutting off Sapnap's explanation. "He's won like, once."

"Yeah and how many times have you won George."

"I've won twice actually." George replied cockily, Dream chuckling lightly at the two's stupid banter.

"Oh alright mr show off, anyway, now I know you're not dead, I'm going to go practice MCC like you should be doing. And you should probably alert Twitter before they get so concerned they find and break into your house."

"Sure, sure."

"Bye Gogy. Love you."

"Yeah I know Sapnap."

And with that the call was ended, leaving Dream and George sitting in silence in his room.

It was too late to drop out of MCC now, he'd have to just soldier on though it and hope it would all just run smoothly.

It would all work out. Nothing would go wrong. Absolutely nothing.

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I love reading all of your theories for this book so much so please comment your thetorics on what you think is gunna happen and so forth, I'm interested to see what yal are thinking

ALSO I LOVED THE FIRST HALF OF THIS, HATED THE SECCOND HALF

Literally I just gave up on writing and watched Tubbos cooking stream, and yes that stream was like 6 days before Christmas, now you can see how far in advance I've been writing 😂

Hope u enjoyed

-Spidey