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sapnap is streaming right now.
sapnap is streaming, and its more unfortunate consequence; sapnap isn't in dream's room.
it's tragic, really! it's tragic, and he's being sad about it, in his room and alone. george is busy so he can't bother him, either, and it's just...
well, the world has always been against dream, and it's never been truer but now.
and, the shit cherry on the even shittier cake: sapnap - get this - isn't george. so dream can't even ask him to stop streaming.
dream groans into his open office air. he's bored, the video he's editing needs fresh eyes and his are stale, he's still bored-
he gets up. whatever happens, at least chat will get a funny clip out of it.
he walks over to sap's office door, opens it carefully, sneaks inside, does a shh at the camera, and-
sapnap yells at the feeling of dream's hands on his shoulders.
"what the-?" sap turns around, pretend-anger on his face, pouting. "dream? what the fuck?"
"what?" dream smiles politely at him, trying to hold back laughter but failing through his lips twitching into a grin. he then lowers his voice, still loud enough for chat to hear his mumbled "i missed you."
"you're so clingy," sapnap says back to him in a regular voice. dream looks at his monitor - he's on some game's menu, but doesn't seem to be in a lobby. "what did you need?"
"...nothing."
"then-" sap throws a flat look at the camera. dream's face is out of frame. "what then?"
"i'm bored."
"do you want to join?"
dream doesn't even recognise the game. "no. stop streaming."
the response is laughter. "what? why?"
"i am bored. entertain me."
sap laughs again. "and what makes you think i want to?"
"because we're friends, asshole." dream turns from sapnap to the camera, leaning down to show off his wide "puppydog eyes" and sad pout. "chat, he hates me," he says with a wobbly voice, "this is your streamer. this-"
sap kicks at him playfully, but dream, ever the drama queen - and maybe just clumsy - almost falls to the ground.
"what the hell?" he asks, now even sadder.
sap laughs at the bit, then asks him genuinely, "are you okay?"
"i'm fine. you hate me."
"not this-"
"i'm leaving. i'm leaving!" as he walks out, he points at the camera and calls out, "bye chat, think about whose stream you're watching!"
"you don't even stream!" sap shouts after him.
dream just laughs at him.
still sapnapless, dream returns to his office. he tells george about his neverending loneliness, but all he receives in response is a clip on snapchat of him laughing maniacally at the screen.
(so much for best friends.)
just as he's about to take his despair to the wider internet, sapnap appears at his door.
dream turns his chair to face him, cheering. "did your viewership drop after i left or something?"
"george complained at me."
"wait- did you, like, actually end stream?"
"yes, dream." sap goes and sits on the bed, pulling at the ends of the blanket. "i'd been streaming for long enough, anyway. now, what did you want to do?"
dream pretends to think, tapping his hands on his keyboard without pressing down. "mmm, i don't know. what do you want to do?"
just as sapnap starts to look around in thought, dream stands up and runs out of the room, only a call of "you're it!" left to clue sapnap in.
"hey- wait!" he shouts, and dream feels a throw pillow brush him. alas, sapnap missed, and he starts to chase after him instead.
their house - the barbie dreamhouse, if you will - is comedically big, in fact it's big enough to lose someone. luckily, or, well, unluckily for him, dream is a loud runner.
they meet at a dead end; somehow, dream has managed to forget the layout of his own house.
"no, come on man-" dream pleads, backing up as he pants. "it's- it's fine! we're cool, right?"
"oh dreeeeaaaam!" sap calls, pouncing, but dream pushes him aside and runs around him. "what? dream!"
dream laughs, aiming for the stairs instead. "truce on the stairs!" he shouts, right as he touches the railing, and also right as sapnap is about to touch him.
"what? why?" sap is already scaling down, only slightly faster but not enough for him to catch dream before he's already off again.
"safety, idiot!" he says, turning into the kitchen.
"we are literally running on stone floors!"
they stare at each other; dream has softlocked himself - they're on opposite ends of the counter and dream isn't confident he wouldn't slip if he tried to flee.
"oh dree~aam..."
"oh sap~nap..."
neither dares to break eye contact, making sudden flinches to either side to juke the other out - it doesn't work. they're at a stalemate.
"what are we gonna do now, huh?" sap taunts in his stupid mocking voice - the one he knows gets dream agitated.
dream scoffs. "i'm gonna kill- wait. wait, no-!"
sap is already distracted with laughter. "with your- your diamond sword and pearls?"
"...whatever. no, look-"
while sap is busy making fun of him, dream sees his chance and bolts, rasping wildly at a blur of orange on the kitchen island.
dream raises his nerf gun just as sapnap turns to him.
sap raises his hands. "how is this fair?" he asks, looking between the end of the gun and dream's confident smirk.
"too bad," dream says, voice lilting into mock sympathy. he shrugs. "the hunted becomes the hunter, sapnap."
sap scoffs at his roleplay villain persona. he raises a finger and, in a nasally, high voice that sounds less like dream, says, "this video, i try to beat minecraft whi-"
dream snorts. "you're such an idiot, sapnap. i sound nothing like-"
finally, sap turns around and grabs at something on the counter. dream gasps at the sight of two kitchen knives in his hands, faltering in his aim. "...sapnap?"
"what now, huh?" he says, taking on his own, exaggerated version of dream's villain play. "who's gonna win this one?"
dream laughs. "well, you see, i don't think you'd stab me. so like..."
sap looks between his knives. "...i wouldn't."
"so you should just, uh... put those down." dream makes an awkward, but genuine face at sapnap. "...please?"
sap scoffs and puts the knives back into the block. "fine, whatever." unarmed, he raises his hands again. "no knives. but what i do have is-!"
out of shock, dream shoots sapnap twice right as he's knocked to the ground with a tackle.
"you- ow!" dream yelps, having landed on his ass on the hard floor. "what the fuck?"
"got you," says sapnap, all smug. he's sitting on top of dream, not letting him get up. after a few moments, he asks, "wait, did i actually hurt you?"
"a- a bit. it's fine. whatever." dream wipes a hand down his face before grabbing sapnap and rolling them, now on top. "hey, handsome."
sap scoffs, rolling them back to their initial position. he sets his hands on either side of dream's head, preventing him from doing anything - sap might get hurt, and dream wouldn't do that.
"you know," sap starts, "i think you belong on the bottom."
dream scoffs, flustered and a soft red appearing across his cheeks. "what- no, wait- you- ugh, sapnap-"
sapnap laughs, "you know, the moment i leave, you're it."
still not over his stumbling, dream closes his eyes and tries to act dead. "i died," he says unnecessarily. "i'm out."
"what, you died of losing?"
"...fine." dream goes to lift a hand to push sapnap - still leaning over his chest - away, but just happens to see george.
george is standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at them with a calculating look on his face.
sapnap looks between them; dream is on the ground, now even more flustered. sapnap is on top of him. they're both a little out of breath, still.
"...i mean..." george blinks a few times, then walks past them towards the fridge. "...why not, i guess."
dream shoves sapnap off hard enough to make him wheeze, scrambling up to explain the situation to george.
sapnap looks at george, mouths simp, and laughs when george nods sagely.