DREAMS POV
I wandered among (us😱😱) the vacant halls, the walls illuminated by the incandescent lights on the ceiling above me, igniting the hallway aglow. There I am, weakly pushing through my grogginess as I timidly drag myself to 'Room 69'.
I haven't slept in 17 days. You'll find a ton of struggle with keeping track of time when your mere consciousness is segregating from its bond with the universe, tearing the fabric of time and space as you sit there; a conscious life, nothing more than a spectator, you can't think, you can't react, you just watch it all happen. This sort of stuff occasionally gets in the way as it happens every 20 seconds or so.
Tonight however, I'm feeling a slight bit sussy. Perhaps even, I may do something sussy. Though it is highly prohibited, I sometimes may or may not take a peak at my Tinder™ throughout the day. Fuck whoever's in Room 69, they can do without me. I switch on my 'Apple iPad 1st Gen (A1219) 9.7" 16GB - Space Grey' and type in my passcode '169216'. To my surprise it seems I have gotten my first notification since 1993. I rush to tinder excited to meet my soulmate. "Pitbull-Chan UwU, M41", that was his name.
_____________________________________
04:20 📶 ミ 69%
TINDER
YOU
"Ayy, baba, I'm Dream, M76 wbu?"
Sent | 04:20AM
Pitbull-Chan UwU, M41:
"Hiii sugar papi!! Im Pitbull and I'm M41"
Received | 04:22AM
Pitbull-Chan UwU, M41:
"How are you Dream-chan! UwU?!"
Received | 04:22AM
YOU
"I'm doing good! Just had another kid
hospitalised for coke overdose 🥱🙄" Sent | 04:23AM
Pitbull-Chan UwU, M41:
"Been there done that.💅"
Recieved | 04:24AM
_________________________________________
I then started having a fucking stroke.
To be
continenyiminrotodndixnxinwzzzzzzzxxxxdxdsxdddxdxxz////2@9iis
YOU ARE READING
Dream X Starvin Marvin
FanfictionFollowing his ex-partner Jesus' tragic death, Starvin Marvin searches for a rebound, however the bond he soon forms with Dream turns out to be much for then that.. (sorry, stroke)
