Okay, lemme get something right, 5th in dnb, 4th in Technowastaken, and 10th in Dreamnoblade?!?! AND ALMOST AT 10,000 VIEWS?!?! 

~•Your Galaxy Has Crashed; Please Reboot And Come Back Later•~

Mild swear warning

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{ Dream POV }

Tommy has stayed in the arctic for the past seven days, and I must say, this week has been both hell on earth, and the best of my life. It's been hell because I have to stay hidden in Technos' room all day, and not make any noise, plus, I have to listen to Phil buttering Tommy up with all his fake blubbering. It's also been the best week because I've been having some of the best sleep of my life, and completely unrelated, Glade's been sitting on the edge of my bed and stays with me until I fall asleep. In the days that Tommy has been here, during the day he is tortured emotionally by, and at night Glade tortures him mentally, but I'm excited because tonight, I get to go, and not just to watch either, no, tonight I take the spotlight. 

"Dream." Glades' voice snaps we back into focus. "Were you listening?" I shake my head, a sheepish smile on my face.

"No, I wasn't. Sorry..." The ghost sighs, then smiles at me, a sight that makes my heart melt. Alive Techno never smiled that much, and it still surprises me when Glade does.

"It's fine. I was just talking about what the plan is."

"What is the plan?" I ask, leaning further back into the black leather couch, moonlight streams through the tall, narrow window, making Glades' bloodstained crown sparkle.

"Well, I usually just wing it and let the kid dig his own grave, but tonight we need something special." Crossing my legs, I respond,

"What if you showed up first, distracted him and kept his attention on one side of the room, and I snuck around to the other side to scare him?" Glade furrows his eyebrows, considering my suggestion.

"It could work.. It's a bit risky though." He finally answers. I pump my fist excitedly and lean forward,

"YESS LETS GOOO!" Glade just rolls his eyes playfully at me.

"Keep it down nerd. Tommy might hear you at this volume."

"Whateverrr." I shoot back, sticking my tongue out at him, which apparently was a great offence to the Blood God, prompting a fifteen minute chase through the house, which ended up with Glade tackling me and pinning me down in the hallway.

"I gotcha!" He teases me, sounding like a 12 year old who just won a game of tag.

"No fair! Ghosts have unlimited endurance!" I whine, squirming around trying to get out of his grip.

"Not true, I'm actually kinda winded." He shrugs, smirking at me. We sit in silence for a good minute, our heavy panting slowly changing into controlled breaths.

"Te-Glade. Who do you remember?" I ask, breaking the comfortable silence. 

"Well, I've been searching my memory often and there's alot of them." Glade falls silent, his long hair falling over his shoulder, the high ponytail not able to handle the amount of hair.

"Can you tell me who? Like names?" He looks up at me, his red and black eyes meeting my own with a strange intensity, but it's oddly comfortable.

"Sure.. I might get some wrong though." He takes a deep breath, and all of a sudden it feels like a weight has been lifted from the air, or, more accurately, like a blanket had been lifted off my shoulders. "I suppressed my aura. I don't wanna accidentally hurt someone else I care about in case a name triggers me." Glade explains to me. I simply nod. "Okay, I remember Tommy, he was present for the death he caused, he was also part of something called L'manburg? Or maybe Manburg? I can't tell. Quackity obviously killed me twice," Glade grits his teeth together as the red in his eyes has slowly been growing brighter while he talks. 

"Glade you okay? Take your time, you don't have to tell me it's fine." I say worriedly, I don't want my friend to hurt himself over my curiosity. He gives me little wave and a weak smile as the red grows duller again.

"I'm fine, just.. Don't like them is all." He assures me. "Yeah.. I'm also seeing that I was executed..? There were a lot of people there.. And you were there? Its all fuzzy  and goes black and kinda static when you show up... Then you're gone and I kill Quackity." Glade rubs his head as if it hurts. I nod, my head hitting the floor a bit harder than I expected and I stifle a groan of pain. "Uhh there was also something called the Syndicate? There was a lot of yelling at one point, this pink-haired girl was there, Niki maybe? Then a black and white dude I called Ranboo. I yelled at her for upsetting Ranboo then she and this Callahan guy walked out after we all got royally scolded by Phil." Glade lessens the weight on my chest in his concentration to recall names to go with faces, and I take advantage of that to make my escape. I grab his arm and pull, causing him to fall, suprised, to the floor, where I scramble to my feet, my hand holding his cape, then use this opportunity to get my revenge and pin Glade who is already making moves to get back on his feet. 

"Oh how the turns have tabled my friend." I smirk at Glade from my vantage point above his chest.

"Teletubby, did you seriously just mess that saying up so bad that it sounds good?" Glade deadpans, his monotone almost completely emotionless. I blink once, then twice, then almost fall to the floor. I can feel my lungs implode in on themselves as I release a wheeze that puts tea kettles to shame. Glade gives me a concerned look, "Dream are you okay? Did you get sick? Is that noise coming from you?" He asks, sounding so worried, that I'm confused until I remember:

 He doesn't remember us laughing together after sparring sessions, or chatting in the late summer evenings, so he doesn't remember what my laugh sounds like.

"Dream say something you're scaring me." Glades' voice snaps me back into reality.

"Oh I'm so sorry Glade! I'm okay, that was my laugh. You and Phil used to tease me about it alot." I smile at him, it's not as fake as I thought it would be which surprises me. Glade still looks concerned, but doesn't ask anymore questions to which I'm grateful.

"Whadda you mean used to?" Glade questions, "I'm still gonna tease you about it! You sound like a seagull being strangled in autotune!" He grins at me and it's a silent second before I collapse into a wheeze more vocal than the first. 

"T-th-that's so descriptive-!" I manage, then succumb to the wheezes, slowly making my way through the octaves until I feel like passing out.

"I think you should take a nap Teletubby, that wheeze fest of yours musta been tiring." Glade says, smiling lightly at me, all I can do is nod for fear that if I open my mouth, I'll start wheezing again, and not be able to stop. Glade sighs, and seems to understand.

"Can you get off me? You're kinda laying across me so I can't really get up..." I let out a cross between a hiccup and a laugh, then roll off Glade, too mentally tired to feel any embarrassment. Glade stands up and stretches, then bends down and casually picks me up. He does it so naturally that I get confused what happened. I shrug and resign myself to to carried to bed, and close my eyelids, letting the gentle waves of sleep wash over me.

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Dream POV because yes >:) 

GUESS WHICH MF TESTED POSITIVE THEN NEGATIVE FOUR DAYS LATER

THIS ONE

I HAD LIKE NO SYMPTOMS.

I DID MISS LIKE A WEEK OF SCHOOL THOUGH.

THATS GONNA BE FUN TO MAKE UP