Random Things I Write (mostly mcyt)

He lika da box (Paralyzed)

Dream walked into his and Pary's house, dragging a box bigger and heavier than he was behind him.

"What's that?" Paralysis asked from the bed, standing and helping Dream pull it all the way inside.

"A couch," Dream stated, getting a look from Paralysis.

"Why would we need a couch?" Paralysis questioned as Dream got onto his knees and started to open the box with a claw.

"I don't know," Dream replied. "I mean we could give it to one of the other members of the Crew if you don't want it."

"You go ahead with that," Paralysis told him, returning to his comfortable lounging place on their bed.

With a shrug, Dream took the box, with all the materials inside, and dragged it back out, planning to take it to Bad since Bad seemed to always know what to do with whatever he had.

"I don't need the box," Bad had told Dream. "You can have it back."

"What would I need with a box?" Dream asked, picking the box up anyways.

"You might find a use for it," Bad replied, already kneeling on the ground to piece together the piece of furniture, signaling the end of their conversation.

"But," Bad said, stopping Dream. "If you could come back and help me that'd be nice."

With a nod, Dream left. Opening the door to his own home, he dragged the large box behind him and dropped it in the middle of the floor, catching the attention of Paralysis.

"I'll be helping Bad if you need me," Dream told Pary before leaving once again.

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"Thank you for your help," Bad stated to Dream, pushing the couch one last time into place before turning and falling onto it to rest.

"I'll get back to Paralysis now, hope he didn't miss me too much," Dream told Bad. "Hope you enjoy your couch."

"I'll make sure to," Bad giggled, Dream leaving.

"Paralysis I'm ba..." Dream started before pausing when he walked in. "...ck."

Paralysis was resting inside the large box in the middle of the floor, curled inside tight, head and tails hanging over the edge. Dream could hear a very soft rumbling sound of content from Paralysis, some of his eyes slipping open and looking at Dream tiredly.

"Hello, Dream," Paralysis greeted him with a yawn before he closed his eyes again. "I'll be napping here for awhile if you don't mind."

"Knock yourself out, no one else has use for that box," Dream stated with a smirk, turning to leave once again.

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He lika da box