s t r e a m {SAPNAP}

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BEE POV

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SEPTEMBER 30TH

I explored the server with Ghostbur, trying to act all mysterious and phantom-like. The chat had named me PhantomBee, which I was fine with. As Ghostbur and I talked, I tried to ignore the chat.

"I don't remember what happened," I said sadly, my voice echoing. "But all I can feel is this pain in my chest. Was I a good person, Ghostbur?"

He fell silent. He'd been dead when my life was taken--he knew of the horrible things that I'd done on the server, even though I was supposed to not know.

"Yeah, Bee, you were a good person. People will try to convince you that you weren't, but you were."

"I heard Tommy talk about me when I came back," I pondered. The story was that Wilbur and I had accepted our wrong doings in the afterlife, so we were able to come back as ghosts with no memory of how we were when we were alive. "He doesn't seem fond of me,"

"I'm sure you just haven't been able to warm up to him." Wilbur's voice echoed with mine.

Although I, Libbee, knew what had happened, I tried my best to sound unaware of the pain I'd caused. I'd betrayed so many people, I'd burnt our homes to the ground, plotted a revolution, and at the end of it all, I came right back to the people I'd so brutally and heartlessly betrayed. Earlier in the Lore, when I took one of Tubbo's canon lives under Dream's manipulation, I could feel the pain emitting from both my stream and Tommy's screams. He killed me promptly after, all according to the script.

But after the revolution, when Dream ran and I was left abandoned, surrounded by the remains of the city, I went back to Techno and Tommy, defeated and broken. After a bit of arguing, he killed me--permanently.

But that's besides the point.

I switched from my lore tone to my regular tone of voice and started talking to my chat after I logged out of the server.

"Alrighty guys, how are we all doing?"

It had been quite the serious lore stream. I visited my grave, and desperately tried to pick apart what I had done.

"BEE WE ARE NOT OKAY!" Came a twitch donation. I laughed.

I knew what they were talking about. We had witnessed Nick--or, Sapnap--participating in the Lore and talking to George at the graveyard where my headstone was. They argued back and forth, leading to Sapnap saying something like, it didn't matter I was dead, because Dream didn't care about the two of them either.

Not going to lie, it hurt when he said that, but I almost broke character at George's poor acting. He sounded so uninterested--suddenly I knew why he always slept during the important events.

I finally signed off and stopped streaming, spinning around in my gaming chair. Although I was excited to be back in the lore, my mind was filled with other things. My room had more and more boxes piled up.

I tweeted out a goodnight post and went to make some late-night macaroni, grimacing at the emptiness of the apartment.

I'd already starting putting the boxes in my car. I didn't really have too much to bring except for my clothes, PC setup, and a few other things from around the house. I was going to leave a week earlier than expected so I could get settled into my room at Lydia's house just in time for classes to begin for my junior year.

Nick started to facetime me and I promptly answered, smiling widely at the boy I had the privilege to call my boyf--boyfrie--boy--...the privilege to date. Ugh. 'Boyfriend' was such a weird word.

"Hiiii," He said sleepily, still at Dream's house in Florida. "How're things?"

"Eh, everything's okay, I guess. I'm still packing. I leave on Friday, though." I danced around the kitchen, pouring fake cheese into my pot, stirring it into the milk, butter, and noodles.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, Lydia wants me to come up early. So tomorrow I'm packing my PC and all that, then Thursday I'll finish getting all my kitchen stuff in the car, and on Friday I'm putting in my desk and the rest of my clothes, signing off on the paper that says I'm moving out, and then starting the drive." I explained.

"That's so soon,"

"I know. But it'll be ok."

I shrugged.

"Ugh, Bee, this is gonna suck."

"Yeah, I know that. But, don't think that I didn't know about your plan to move out of Houston to Florida with Dream." I pointed out.

"What--how'd you know about that?" Nick suddenly sounded much more awake.

"I overheard you talking about it the first week we were there. I didn't say anything 'cause I thought you would. But it doesn't matter, really. I mean, we're both moving out of Texas."

"...right. I wasn't gonna tell you until after you left."

"I figured. It's fine, Nick, I'm not stopping you. You just can't say that it's gonna suck that I'm moving out of Texas when you're doing the same thing,"

I go back to my macaroni and stir the pot, finally plopping it into a bowl.

"Things are going to be a lot different, Nick, but I'm willing to try and make it work if you are."

He nodded and I sat on the counter to eat.

I was a little jealous that they were moving in together, but I didn't have room to talk.