The Kissing Tree (DreamWasTaken)

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Mentally.

Not physically.

Obviously.

   What kind of story would this be if I fell out of a tree and died in the first chapter?

   No, my eyes died. My heart died. Me, I died.

Because, um...

   I live in fucking Wyoming, okay? Its not the most popular state or anything. Haha. So would anyone like to explain the reason I fell out of this tree?

Okay, I will.

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   Translation: 1. Death of many emotions, such as happiness, excitement, shock, surprise, confusion, and many others like that.
   2. Death of many thoughts through the head, such as "Shit shit shit!" and "Holy crap!" and "Am I crazy?" and "Yep, definitely crazy." and many others like that.
   3. Death of many other things such as blinking rapidly, wiping glasses on shirt, pinching arm, pinching stomach, smacking yourself in the face, shitting yourself, dizziness, probably death. And many other things like that.

Why did I die of all that?

   Because, walking toward me lying on the ground with concerned and worried faces...

   Were Dream, George, Karl, Tommy, Toby, Ranboo, and Wilbur.

Did I mention that DreamWasTaken, GeorgeNotFound, Karl Jacobs, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Wilbur Soot were walking toward with concerned faces as I laid on the ground?

No?

Well, let me tell you again—

"Hey, you alright?" Wilbur freaking Soot asked me.

"We saw you fall," George said.

   Obviously. Why else would you come over?

   "Uh..." My voice died when I died. So yeah, I couldn't talk.

  "That was like thirty feet. Are you hurt?" Karl freaking Jacobs asked.

Yeah, hurt so bad that I died.

I managed to shake my head. I didn't feel any pain.

"How? That's such a long fall?" George said in disbelief.

Because I'm dead.

   Hey, I wish I could tell Macie that it doesn't hurt to die. Only a little right before.

"You sure your fine?" Dream asked.

I nodded.

"She knows who we are," Tommy said the obvious.

   They all looked at me and I wanted to disappear.
   I'm dead. I'm a ghost. So why no can't I disappear?

"Evelyn-holy shit what the hell?!" Macie slid to a stop. She had been running full speed down the hill to the tree, and literally slipped and fell on her butt.

"Here, let me help you up," Dream stepped forward and held out a hand. I hesitantly took it and he pulled me up.

"Here, you, too." Tommy helped Macie up.

   Then the two of us just stood facing the boys. They stared back at us.

"Uh, I'm George—"

"GeorgeNotFound. We know," Macie said.

"Dream, George, Karl, Tommy, Toby, Wilbur, and Ranboo." I finally said.

"You guys look so scared," Mr. Giggle butt Karl said. With a giggle.

"Its...its not everyday you randomly run into your favorite streamers," I said quietly. I looked them each up and down.

Then an awful thought struck me.

What if this was a dream?