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So every now and then he let himself have one of these moments. Just him, no phone, sitting on his couch waiting on the delivery he made. He notices that he’s still searching for his phone, but he knows he put it on top of the cupboard. To reach it, he needs to get a chair and stand on it. Next to his phone is the TV-remote. Then he sees the book that Dream recommended.
It was a late-night call, for him, and it was just him, Dream and Karl. They were discussing some activities that had nothing to do with technology. Karl said that he likes to walk. They talked about walking in general and how boring walking is without music or good company. Then Dream shyly admitted he likes to write. He couldn’t hold himself. “What do you write about, Dream?” He asked curious. Careful to not push him away. “Just things.” Dreams answer was vague. George let his thoughts run free. Was he in Dreams writings? Karl spoke: “Like a diary? Or like fiction based on your life?” It was silent. “That last one.” Dream answered. “So you are the writer of Heat Waves.” George said. He only realized he said that out loud when he heard Dream scoff. “You’re stupid, George. Plus, I bet you read that fanfic like 10 times”. Dream responded. George was glad his camera was off. “I didn’t Dream. I haven’t read it myself, and I really like to read. But hearing your reaction I was right. Dream and his stupid dump truck are the writers of Heat Waves and Heat Waves part 2. What’s it called again?” Dream laughed. “No clue George, I didn’t write it. I didn’t even know there was a part two. But if you really like to read, you should read Free in a Cage. It’s a really good book.” Georges fingers ran on his keyboard, trying to find the book. Within seconds he found in somewhere on Amazon and he read the description. It was about this guy called David and his believes in free will. It sounded boring as heck, but if Dream said it was good, George would buy it. And before George realized that he needed to react to Dream, he already bought the book.
George opens the book and starts to read. ‘It was a late night when David entered his bedroom. The evidence of a hot and steamy activity was laying all across his floor. Though he was the prince of this stupid little country, he could do whatever he wanted. So, if he wanted to have some random lady in his bedroom, he could and he would. Because he has his own free will.’ The doorbell rings, George’s pizza is here. He stands up while holding the book. He is intrigued. He thought it was going to be some lame literature book about the pros and cons of free will and whether we have it or not. But apparently it is a roman, a fictional story.
His story gets interrupted by the vibrating noise coming from his cupboard. Ugh, who decides to give him a call during his little moment. He wants to know whether David is gonna discover that his so-called free will is caged by his guard. George stands up, takes one of his chairs and reaches for his phone. Sapnap. “Pandas I’m busy.” He says as he accepts the call. “Oh gogy, boohoo for you, but you really need to lose the attitude and place your ass behind your computer. Manhunt is in 15 minutes.” George tries to think. “Manhunt in 15? I thought it was set on 4 P.M. for you, so 9 P.M. for me.” He shakes his head, trying to get some concentration on what Sapnap is saying. “George, do you have any clue whatsoever regarding the time?” Sapnap asks annoyed. “Uh, isn’t it like 6 P.M. or something? I just got my delivery, which was set 5.45 P.M. so I guess 6, maybe 6.30.” “Think again George, maybe check your phone or watch or whatever while you think.” George removes his phone from his ear and checks the time. 8.45 P.M. No way. He had read for like 30 minutes max. “You screwed with the time on my phone Sap?” He hears Sapnap laugh. “No idiot. I have no idea what you’re doing with your life but get it together and hop on Discord. Dream hates it when someone is late, especially when that someone is you.” Sapnap ends the call. George is confused. There is no way he read like 3 hours. He notices that he’s on page 143. Okay, maybe he has read 3 hours. He really likes the book.
“George, you’re late!” He hears Dream through his headphones. “I’m sorry, Dream. I was occupied.” George hears several people scoff. “Doing what? You never forget Manhunt.” Sapnap asks. “Busy doing your mom.” George reacts, trying to sound as serious as possible. The several “oooohhhs” and the casual “language!” make George smile. He loves his friends, he loves that these jokes are considered normal. He almost never says it tho, that he loves his friends. Somehow he can’t. But they know that he loves them, so everything is fine between them.
“I have no clue what is going on George, but please log on. Having you present here is absolutely delightful, but not useful if you’re not logged on.” Dream says, the annoyance noticeable in his voice. “Oh yeah, I’m sorry. On my way. I just read this amazing book and I guess my thoughts are still stuck in it. You know, I thought it was gonna be lame and stuff, but apparen-“ “GEORGE. Stop talking and start logging on, please. You talk waaayyy to much.” Dream is really annoyed right now. George hops on the right server. “Alright, I’m here. Wait, we’re not gonna start here, right?!” He looks around. He spawned on the roof of one of the woodland mansions. He hears Dream chuckle. “Oh hell yes Georgie. It’s going to be an amazing spawn, thanks to Callahan.” “Callahan!” George semi-yells his name. “What did you get in return? Dreams moms number? Cause get in line baby, I already have that one.” A message in the in-game chat comes up: Why need Dreams mom when I have yours? George laughs. “Okay good one.” “Enough with the mom-jokes. Come and make this little circle you guys always make.” Dreams voice hints towards excitement. “LETSGOOO” Sapnap yells as loud as he can. George sits straight in his chair. “Time to kill this son of a bitch.”