Sex With a Ghost- DNF SmutFic

~ The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror ~

A couple days went by and George hadn't really heard or seen much of Dream. He passed the time with recordings, coding, and a lot more streams. He was doing a recording with Bad, Karl, and Antfrost. They coded it to where they were all in the Aether dimension and they had to complete the game there. They ended up winning, Ant getting the last hit on the dragon with a bow because everyone else died too many times.

"Good job, Ant! You did so good!" Bad clapped from behind his mic. Ant turned on his discord camera on and bowed in his chair "Thank you, thank you." Karl got up and did his little arm dance that he does when he gets excited. Laughter erupted throughout the call. "Yeah, get it, Karl." George clapped with a genuine giggle. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get a monster." Karl took off his headset and dashed out his door. Visual eye rolls came and went from the others "He's gonna die from drinking all that shit." Ant said as he typed on his keyboard. "Language." Bad sighed "He probably does drink them a little too often." He had his camera turned off until now, Lucy now in his arms "Guys look, Rat wants to say hi." George waved as he picked up his twitch sponsored cup "Hi Raaaat!" He yelled down the mic before taking a drink. Bad put her down with a smile. It quickly disappeared when she started barking "Rat, no. Stop barking!" He ran off screen, supposedly chasing her. Ant and George laughed as Karl returned.

"Guys, guys, guys, listen. Okay, listen. Are you listening?" Karl asked as he put his headphones back on, holding his monster. George and Ant looked at Karl expectantly as he opened the can with a satisfying sizzle and pop. "YeahHhHhH!" George yelled with auto tune on. Various cheers and laughter rang through his headphones. "Oh my god." Ant rolled his eyes with a loud laugh. Karl giggled before taking a sip, "I'll be right back." George laughed as he took off his headphones. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the warm water in the sink, rinsing the sweat from tryharding off his face. He grabbed a towel off a horizontal pole beside him, drying his face. He looked up into the mirror with a yelp. "Dream!" He turned around quickly.

No one was there. He looked around quickly, peeking his head out the doorway. There was no one else besides him. He looked back in the mirror, eyes wide and towel still in hand. "What..." he shook his head, hanging the towel up and sitting back down in his chair. He could barely put his headphones back on fully before hearing the others bombard him with questions. "Why did you scream, George!?" Karl giggled because of how high pitched it was. "Did you see a spider?" Ant laughed with him. George realized he wasn't muted, mentally smacking himself on the forehead. "What? N-no. No, it was nothing." He pushed his hair back, awkwardly adjusting himself in his chair. "Should I get Wilbur and tell him your ghost is back?" Ant joked. "Please no." George cringed with a half hearted smile, taking a drink of his water.

Karl sighed "Well, I've got some Mr. Beast things to do so I'll see you later." They had been chatting for a good hour and a half at this point. Bad had left a while ago with Ant. "Okay. Message me about that mod idea, it sounds really cool." Geroge fiddled with his 7 million coin on his desk. "Will do, man. Alright, see yaaaa-" His speech was cut off by the disconnect sound. George sat in the call by himself for a while until someone joined. It was Wilbur Soot "Hey, Gogs." George gave him a welcoming smike, his camera still on. "Hey, Wil. What'ya up to?" Wilbur turned on his own cam, reclining into his chair. "Nothin much. Thought about streaming later. Wanna join me?"

George hummed in thought "I just did a recording so I'm kind of tired." He interlocked his fingers behind his head. "Recording? With who?" George shrugged "Karl. And Bad and Ant. Karl had something coded and we played it. Pretty fun." Wilbur hummed, nodding softly "Sounds fun." A bit of silence passed in the call "I'll be playing Geoguesser." George groaned "How dare you. You know I can't resist Geoguesser." Wilbur chuckled menacingly "Come on, George. For me? Pleeaaassssse?" George rolled his eyes "Fine. Who else will be there?" Wilbur shook his head "Just us."he grinned wide. George shook his head softly "Are you live already or..?" Wilbur started to type on his computer "Yeah, let me just...change my title..." his words trailed off as he concentrated. Geroge looked into his camera, trying to fix his hair.

They streamed for a couple of hours. Somehow, the whole chat started to spam 'Wiggy'. George got booted out of the last round so he was just hanging out with the viewers. "What is 'Wiggy'? Chat, what are you saying?" He chuckled nervously. "What? You don't know about Wiggy, George?" You could hear the smile in Wilbur's tone. "No, what is it? Is it another one of your personalities?" George laughed at his own joke. Wilbur slammed his hand on the desk when he ran out of guesses, placing second. "FUCK!" he changed his tone quickly "No, it's our ship name, George." George was thrown back a bit "O-our ship name? That's disgusting-" Wilbur scoffed "Damn, guess you really didn't want to move in with me-" George busted out laughing "No! No, Wilbur, that's not what I meant! I meant the name is disgusting." Wilbur hummed in disbelief, rolling his eyes "Mhm, okay, Gogy. Speaking of, why didn't you move in with me?"

The chat erupted with questions. 'They we're gonna MOVE IN together?' 'George why did you reject that offer???' 'WIGGY IS CANON'. George just chuckled awkwardly. He couldn't say the real reason he rejected Wilbur's proposal on stream. "I- I just just kind of like this area better." Wilbur noddly softly "Makes sense, makes sense. I was afraid you didn't like me anymore." He laughed heartily. George cringed a bit "Yeah, no. I just like the area." Wilbur clapped, a sudden noise of realization cutting the silence "I almost forgot! Chat, chat chat chat, George has a ghost living in his house-" George chuckled softly "Yeah, I do." The chat started spamming of course, telling Wilbur that he had to go check it out. "That would be a lot of fun. What say you, Gogs?" George bit his lip, a bit of silence drifting in the air. "George. George?" He didn't want his hesitation to embarrass Wilbur. "Hi, uhm, sorry. I- my mic was muted for some reason. It sounds...fun, I guess."

George's mic wasn't muted.

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{Bit of a filler chapter for their dynamic. It's important. Sorry for the wait, I'm struggling with my math class :( Anygays, how about that new manhunt? How we feeling about that ender pearl stasis chamber???}
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