I sat on my bed, thinking about what to write.
"No one wants to hear about me..."
All of a sudden a man jumped in through my window. (Which is possible because I live on the first floor/the only floor.)
"Have you ever thought about art?"
I couldn't believe who just jumped to the rescue. It. Was. Markiplier.
"Well, my art sucks so there's no point in that."
He made a 'come here' sort of motion with his hands and as soon as he did another man came into my room, this time through my door.
"WHAT ABOUT YOUR MUSIC?!"
No fucking way... my dreams are coming true. The, Jacksepticeye was in my bedroom.
"That sucks too."
He sighed and made the same hand signal that Mark did. All of a sudden two glitchy figures appeared from the shadows of my room.
"What about a game?" Said one of the glitchy figures, this one taller than the other.
"or a TV show?" said the shorter one. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. The taller figure was Antisepticeye and the shorter one was Darkiplier.
"Hey, I'm not that short!" Dark huffed after reading my mind.
"You want to do what with me?!" yelled Anti and Dark after reading my mind again. I blushed.
"Don't worry about that, I need ideas and both of your ideas won't work."
They made the same hand motion as the others and a bunch of portals appeared in my room.
"Guys! This is no time for a fucking rave!"
They all laughed as hundreds of skeletons came out of the portals.
"Heya kiddo/buddy/chum/pal/kitten/girlie." said all of the skeletons. Omg, this has to be a dream. All of the Sans' were in my room too. This is fucking awesome.
"Wot abwout fanfwiction?" asked Underswap Sans.
My smiled suddenly grew 100 times larger and my cheeks 100 times redder.
"Yes." Everyone cheered.
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My head jerked up from its pillow and I screamed,
"DANGIT, IT WAS A FUCKING DREAM!!!"
I then heard portals closing and glitchy noises in the corner.
"Well played guys, well played."
I then turn on my tablet and begin to write.
"This will be fun."