Sapnap walked up the tall stairs again.

Dids somoene add mroe stiars here, I thnik thers mroe.

He finally got to the top finally with another great plan super great idea.

Imma go back to dat plcae for dat thnig.

Then he wandered through the maze of rooms until he got to Techno's room again.

The floor was super weird in Techno's room. Like all trpipy n shit.

After staring at the wavy floor for a few hours Sapnap realized he didn't feel great so he walked into the bathroom with bile in his throat.

He fumbled for the light switch and then tripped on something and ended up on the floor.

At this point he realized he wasn't in the bathroom.

AH SHIT TIHS AINT DA BATHOROM

He was in Techno's walk-in closet. J chillin on a pile of clohtes or whaveter.

It was dark in the closet since the lights were off, but Sapnap was too lazy to move so he just kinda sat in the dark.

Tihs is fnie.

His dumbass closed the door behind him when he entered so now he reached out and opened it a crack.

It let a little light in and he could see into the bedroom.

He actually felt like falling asleep there. It was cozy and quiet.

Fukcing nap tmie

So Sapnap settled in, which meant not moving at all and just blacking out. But he was still semi-conscious until a sound rudely woke him.

It was a door snapping shut.

The door to the bedroom. Eh dats not imorptnat.

Then he heard two people in the room. They were talking, loudly.

Eh fuck guses im trpaped here.

Imma do smoe mroe spy wrok then.

Sapnap proceeded to start humming the Mission Impossible Theme.

Then he heard yelling and had a sobering moment of clarity. He stopped humming and started listening.

"What the fuck are you on about?!"

Wilubr.

"You had too much, calm down."

Pigggy.

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down Techno! I'm just seeing clearly what an asshole you are!"

Sapnap looked bleary-eyed into the room to see Techno, crown dangling from his fingers, the epitome of poise. Wilbur wasn't. He was furiously pacing around, beanie askew.

"Don't look at me like that; you've been acting like an asshole! You practically abandoned me!"

Techno let out a strangled noise almost like scorn. "Abandoned you?"

"Yes abandoned! You don't fucking talk to me anymore! You lie to me or ignore me like a conceited dick, and this weird obsession with George-"

"Obsession? That's a strong word."

Sapnap couldn't see Techno's face since he stood in front of the door. And Wilbur didn't turn toward the closet so Sapnap could just watch Techno's back and rigid posture and Wilbur's frenzied pacing as his voice rose.

"Obsession! You and your fucking technicalities Techno, I swear to god- I'm in the dark with what's going on. First you hate him, then you bully him, and now you act like you're friends! Buddies playing beer pong! We can all just play beer pong because everything's just fine! Well it's not fine! I don't know what's happening, I used to know you so well, Techno, we used to share things."

"I don't share."

"No you're right, you don't share shit with me Dave-"

"Your problem is that you're needy!" Techno burst out. "You want me to be just like you and talk about everything! You're overreacting Wilbur!"

"I'M overreacting?!" Wilbur gave a hysterical laugh. "Oh that's rich coming from you, Dave." He shook his head and smiled at him, but it dripped with cynicism. "You still pretend to be broken up about your dad ditching you! You are such a fucking hypocrite and you expect me to just follow you around blindly and not ask questions! I'm not your bitch; we're partners!"

"Look who's being emotional, Wil! It's not me, BIG SHOCK! You're the one so caught up in your own perspective that-"

"That what?!"

"THAT YOU'RE LEAVING ME!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING WILL! IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE DOING THEN I WILL FUCKING WALK OUT OF HERE-"

"IT'S ALREADY DONE!"

"TELL ME!"

"YOU WOULDN'T LIKE IT!"

"JUST TELL ME!"

Those last two words rang around the room, then after an eternity it was clear that Techno wasn't answering.

They had both moved so Sapnap couldn't see them, but he heard Wilbur storm out and shove Techno as he passed. He must be relaly pisesd.

Wil slammed the door shut.

Techno stayed there a minute longer. Who konws what hes thniknig.

He left too, without slamming the door.

Sapnap laid back away from the door, tired from sitting up.

Wahta siht-sohw.

Tihs isa good plcae ta selep.

Then he passed out.

>>>

Clay was feelin' the buzz, but he wasn't even half as drunk as George.

"Heyyyy babay ur hair es softtttt. U hassoft hair lika babyeee."

George was tucked up next to Clay on the couch, playing with a tuft of hair on the side of his face. They were in a room with most of the soccer guys and other sports players and their girlfriends but luckily none of them were paying attention. They were too busy chugging beer or loudly challenging each other to drinking contests. The familiar notes of "Two Weeks" by Grizzly Bear started floating through the room.

Clay didn't know how to feel about drunk George. He knew if sober George could see him now then he'd probably move back to England in embarrassment.

Still- right now he's adorable af. He acts like a sleepy kitten, like he has no idea what he's doing.

Clay decided what the hell- and gingerly touched a piece of the brunette's hair.

"You're the baby."

"Naah, u babey."

"You more babey."

George's chocolate eyes trailed down from Clay's messy hair then met his forest green gaze. Clay looked at him tenderly for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. Then George broke the eye contact and his hand fell from Clay's hair. He looked sad.

Would you always?

Maybe sometimes?

Clay nudged him with his shoulder.

"Hey, whats wrong?"

Make it easy

Take your time...

"Nothing." George reached over to the table and drank some more beer. Clay took it and put it back for him, a little out of reach, but not so much that he would notice.

Think of all the ways

Momentary phase

Just like yesterday

I told you I would stay

"I know something's up. You're biting your lip." Clay tried to get him to laugh.

George looked like he was thinking.

Every time you try

Quarter half a mile

"I wanna see ur green e-yes."

"Oh." Clay looked at him, then above his head.

"Idiot. You can." He pushed George's glasses down in front of his eyes and laughed.

George gasped and looked at him. "Wher did u get these?" He asked in shock.

Clay wheezed, "You've been wear- wearing them all night idiot."

"Whoaoaaa..."

Would you always?

Maybe sometimes?

Make it easy

Take your time...

The song shut off and was replaced by something that sounded like the Wii Shop Music. They looked around, interrupted.

"OI TUBBIE WTF U DOING" Spifey yelled.

"IT'S NOT ME IT WAS TOMMY" Tubbo yelled back.

"THIS SONG IS COOL BEAVER FURRY STFU!" Tommy, obviously.

"U SHUT UP PLASTERED GIT I WAS JAST ASKING IF U CULD PLAH SUMTHING ELSA LICK WHAD IF U PLAYD THE REMIX INSTEED OF THE NOMA DING FOR UNCE WULD THE UNIVERSE IMPLODA?"

There was a short pause in the yelling during which Clay and George just heard Wii music. Then-

"COME ON TUBBO WE'RE IMPLODING THE UNIVERSE."

"YESSSSSSS."

Clay and George looked at each other and laughed.

Then some random girl sat down next to Clay and leaned suggestively on him.

"Hey Clay-" she bit her bottom lip- "great job at the game today, you were really really good."

She put a hand on his thigh.

Uhhhhhhh.... oh shit.

"OI SLAPPER BUDGE UP!" George got up and firmly placed himself between Clay and the drunk girl, sitting on her arm.

"Wtf get off me!" She scooted away from George. "I was interested in your friend, not you."

"Well twat, hes na intrested in ya. So git!" George made little waving motions with his hands. It looked kind of like a doggie paddle swim.

Clay stifled a laugh.

"Let him decide, pussy." She made a disgusted face.

I don't have the mental capacity for this rn Jesus Christ.

She looked expectantly at him, fighting George's not-sneaky attempts to slowly push her off the couch.

How do i not insult her-

"Well you kinda just came out of nowhere." Clay cringed really hard after saying this. "I mean- you seem nice?" What am I saying- She doesn't even seem nice?

"Alright fine- I can tell where I'm not wanted." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and got up. Then called back-

"Fag."

George waved her off, "BYE BITCH!"

She stuck up her middle finger and sulked away.

George turned back to Clay and gave him a big dunk smile. "Pffft- girls amiright?"

"Wow," was all Clay could say.

"Yeeeah im so tiered." George proceeded to nuzzle into Clay a little bit and almost fall asleep against him.

Clay was surprised at how comfortable he was. Like the opposite of that girl. Huh...

Clay looked down at George, who was slowly blinking and drifting off.

"You're compellingly odd, George."

George murmured, "U Dre- Clay, ur..."

Clay raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Ur a twat." George hummed. Clay laughed, George is definitely more British when he's drunk.

George sighed and murmured quietly, almost so low Clay couldn't hear, "words are futile devices."

Clay didn't know what to make of this.

But he didn't have long to puzzle over it as an uproar went up among the guys, stirring George.

He sat up back against the couch, off Clay. "Oh sory."

"It's fine-"

"YO dudes u wanna play with us?" Vurb came over.

"Um, what are you playing?" Clay asked. George still kinda looked out of it.

"I don' fuckin know." Vurb shrugged. Spifey came over and used him for support.

"Mates, u cumin or wha? We playin a gae- game- playing a game -ame."

"Im fuckin in!" George stood up and almost fell sideways.

"Wooaah im fine."

Clay got up to help George stand, but he would have preferred to stay on the couch. Whatever tho, George wants to.

They went over to the soccer gang and were welcomed warmly.

"Butlike Batman. Batman. DA Batmoblie," Finn said.

"OMG wot if Boarman had a Batmobile?" Vurb said.

Techno snorted. "Boarman?"

"Yeah wot would u call it?" Eret asked.

"Pigmoblie!" Vurb said.

"Noooo, Oinkmoblie." TapL argued.

Zelk jumped in. "Blademobile!"

"Batmoblie," said Spifey. "Wait-"

"You guys are missing the obvious," Techno said, "Technobile."

This isn't even the dumbest conversation they've had.

"OI jockbois wot gam we playing da fuck?" George spoke up in conversation, surprising the guys a little, but they were all wasted so the surprise lasted like half a second and then they moved on.

"Yo british shortie we playing Truth or Dare or Dare I don't fucking know something liek that so you have to dare," Eret explained.

"Ok who goes first?" Clay asked.

"Well let's pick 2 random ppl so Zelk and TapL u play rock papier scissors and whoever does rock first and chugs their drink fastest then they give 3 dares to whoever." Eret is, like, a madman.

"OK I got it lezzgo!" George hiccupped.

"1, 2, 3!" TapL and Zelk both did rock but TapL finished chugging first and raised his arms victoriously.

"YOOOOOO!" The guys were super pumped about everything that was happening.

TapL paraded around for a minute and then pointed to Zelk.

"I dare u to boop his nose-" he pointed at Mega.

"Fine." Mega waited patiently for the boop. Zelk gave him da boop.

"OK, now- Tommy fuckin take Eret's Elmo thing-" TapL didn't even finish his sentence before Tommy snatched it off Eret's neck and yeeted away as fast as a drunk British boi.

"FUCK YOU TAPL WHAT THE FUCK?!" Eret took off after Tommy.

Tubbo cheered. "WAIT TOMMY GET ME MORE COOKIES!"

TapL turned to Clay, "Clay slap Tubbo."

"WHAT?! NO I'm not doing that."

"OOooooooOO-" Tubbo raised his hand- "Can I slap him?"

"UH yeah sure!" TapL answered.

"WHA-" "NICE!"

Then Tubbo slapped Clay without hesitation. It was a light slap, but still he didn't expect that from Tubbo.

"YOOOO TUBBO POPPIN OFF!"

"Sorry Clay. It was a dare you know."

"Yeah I know. It's fine-"

"HEY-" George moved in front of Clay. "Dunna slap 'im."

"Don't worry, I'm a lawyer."

"Oh, ok."

"Wait, George, you have like, the slowest reactions ever." Clay looked at him, confused.

"Nah I'm the Flash. Look." He whipped his head and made a whoosh noise.

"See I just stole the cookies."

"Noooo the cookies!" Tubbo ran toward the kitchen.

"OK next dare," Fundy said. "Wilbur u wanna play rock pappere scisssors with ma?"

"Huh, wha did u say my name?" Wilbur wasn't paying attention.

"Yeah rock papwer sciisors." Fundy got ready. "U ready?"

Approximately thirty dares later, they were all even more drunk from the chugging and alcohol-related challenges. "The Fall" by half-alive was playing.

Spifey just won the chugging match against George.

It's like wakin' up in surgery

"OKAY Gogy, tuth ar dure."

I can't seem to see right past the lights

"OR"

"No u can't pick OR."

And I'm so scared to take a knife to my chest

"It's wanna da optoins!"

Let you see the heart that's inside

"NO IS NOT!"

"YEES U SAID IT!"

"Guys shut up, George u can olny pick dare," Fundy said.

"Y ask den?"

"IDK," Spifey said. "Just fuckin do it."

"U havenn gievn me anytnhig to do yet u thcik git."

"I dare u to say who u like."

I'd jump off into your arms, but I can't trust the fall

George glared at him. "I don like anybody. Shutup."

Take my voice, I'm givin' it though I don't feel safe at all

"Yeee u do I kew u did so which girl is it- go tell them- go go-" Spifey pushed George out of the circle. Oh Jesus this is going to be a disaster.

"U know wha fuck u and fuck all u. I'll fuckin do it rn."

Once you say it out loud it can't be undone-

George looked at Clay. WTF is he doing-

"CLAY. UR A TWAT-

Uve alwayss ben a twat and i hate partiees and i reelly hate it here but fuck dat cuz ur hair is soft and ur eyes r pretty so its worth bein here to sit with u and ur not really a twat ur actually better than eveybody els here but i know u dont think that but ur actually really kind an happy an jus the best person ive ever met and I fuckin love u Dream."

Clay took a step back in shock.

George fainted.

Clay caught him before he hit the floor. Noise erupted around them, but he was deaf.

He slowly lowered George to the ground.

George-

"Clay." Clay blinked. Techno was kneeling beside him. "Clay. Let me look at him."

Clay took a second to process. He let go of George and stood up, stepped back.

Techno bent over George; Clay took in the scene around him.

A lot of the people in the room were laughing, some were whispering.

"He's fine." Techno stood up, he had to say it twice before Clay heard him. "He just needs to sleep it off."

"Oh ok." Clay couldn't think.

He picked up George. He was light in his arms. He carried him out of the room. He carried him up the stairs. He carried him until he found an empty room and laid him down on the bed.

George-

Clay sat down in a chair next to the bed.

He put his head in his hands.

I've been so stupid.

George moved a fraction and Clay looked up. He was still out.

He absentmindedly brushed George's brunette hair out of his eyes.

Then froze.

He left the room.

...

Clay came back to check on George a few times; he stayed the same.

Later the party was winding down, the really drunk people had gotten too drunk to enjoy it anymore and most people not trashed had already gone home. This left a bunch of semi-wasted people who wandered around thinking the party was still going on. This group included Bad, Skeppy, and a6d; Clay just sat next to them hardly listening.

"Im jus saying dat if u wer perfect u wouldn' hav stolen da Webkins."

They hadn't heard about what happened. Bad and Skeppy were arguing in duck onesies and a6d was just lying on the floor complaining in French.

"I didnt STEL da Webkins BAD I jus took da tags and SHUT UP A6D!"

"J'ai mal au cœurrrrrrrr," Vin whined.

"SPAK ENGLIH OR SHUT UP!" Skeppy yelled at him.

"I hateeee you ahhhhhhhhhhhh," Vin made a sobbing noise in his throat.

Clay went to comfort him and pat his back. "It's ok, it's ok, Vin, you're ok..."

"U kno what," Bad said, "this isn't the moo."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD JESUS MARY GOD BAD!"

"LANGUAGE U MUFFIN STAAP IT AHHHHHH-" Bad plugged his fingers in his ears.

Skeppy pulled on his hands. "FUCKSHITAS-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

*sigh*

"-BITCHDAMNPENIS-"

Bad tried drowning out Skeppy, "FISH IN A BUCKET SKEPPY IN A BUCKET A6D IN A BUCKET OOH-"

Skeppy stopped. "HEY6deeee whas anothr bad word?"

"U bastard. I despiiiiise u."

"Thanks-" Skep turned back to Bad and opened his mouth but Clay clamped a hand over it.

"That's enough Skeppy," he said tiredly.

Skeppy licked his hand. "EW SKEPPY FFS!"

"DON'T PUT UR HAND ON MY MOUTH!"

Clay facepalmed.

With his other hand.

Bad looked at Skeppy. "Ur disgusting Geppy u kno tha?"

Skeppy burped happily. "I kno."

"I'm going back upstairs," Clay sighed.

Skeppy turned to Bad. "U ready to go?"

"Yah." Bad hopped up, then pat a6d on the head. "Come on ayysixdeee get up." A6d just groaned.

Clay left and slowly trudged up the stairs again.

He got to the room where he left George, but he wasn't there.

Panic sparked in his heart, he almost ran back downstairs.

"Have you seen George? Have you seen George- George, short, brown hair-" He started asking anyone he could find, but they just shrugged or stared at him blankly.

He got back to the trio. "Have any of you guys seen George!"

"Oh ya," Skeppy said. "Me and Bad saw 'im lik- wha time- long ago was dat?"

Bad just blinked back at Skeppy. "Timey-wimey."

"DO U KNO WHA TIME IT WAS?" Skeppy asked Bad loudly.

"I am time. I am a time traveler."

"No u r not-"

"GUYS-" Clay interrupted before they started fighting again. "Skeppy was anyone with him- did he just walk out-"

"Um yeah he was asleep."

"So what- how- how did u see him?"

"These two guys helped him out. They left."

"Describe the guys."

"Ummm... a nervous tall mustache and a feisty midget."

"Wait- Geppy we met them earlier u remem?" Bad asked.

"Oh yeah we did meet dem, they friends of George."