࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.
HIS MUSICAL SLEEP

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Hey, Amber. I just wanted
to check up on you. You sounded
off during the stream and
I wanted to see if you were okay
8:34 AM ✔️

Hi Dream! 😊
8:37 AM ✔️

Im doing fine. I just received something
that ruined my mood but now I'm okay!
thank you for checking on me though
8:38 AM ✔️

Of course! You're a great
friend and I just don't like
it when you sound sad or
are sad. But I'm happy you're
doing well :)
8:38 AM ✔️

You should go to sleep
though since you haven't
slept at all buddy 🤨
8:39 AM ✔️

You need to sleep too mister
8:39 AM ✔️

You literally only slept
for two hours 🙄
8:39 AM ✔️

I can't sleep to be honest
8:40 AM ✔️

I put some music on but
that's not working either
8:40 AM ✔️

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Dream waited for an answer, but after a minute or two, he had gotten a notification on Discord in his phone. When he saw, Amber had texted him, asking for permission if she can call him. He briefly smiled and sent a simple "yes" since he found comfort in her soft voice and the way she hummed a tune under her breath.

He quickly answered her call and he heard her let out a small nervous sigh. "So, um, I usually sing to Corpse when he can't sleep so, um, I-I don't know if you want me to sing you, uh, a song..."

Dream smiled and softly chuckled. "You can sing me to sleep, Amber."

"Um, okay," he heard her voice go higher. "Can I sing you a song I'm writing? Only if you're comfortable with it."

"You can sing me anything, Amber," Dream yawned. "As long as you are comfortable with sharing that song with me. Are you comfortable?"

"Y-yeah," she stuttered out and he heard her groan a bit while rustling sounds were heard in the background. "Sorry, I laid down and my back felt better as soon as it hit the mattress."

She giggled and he smiled again, he, too, laying down in his bed and getting into a comfortable position. "You really need to stop apologizing, Amber."

"Sorry about that," she apologized and Dream stayed quiet, waiting for her to realize what she did. "Oh, shit, did I just apologize? Oh! Sorry for the cursing, but, um, it's just... it's like a reflex of some kind to, um, apologize. So my bad."

"How about this," Dream started, clearing his throat, "every time you apologize, hmm... Every time you apologize you have to sing a song. A positive song. Like, some One Direction or Harry Styles."

"What if it's on stream?" Amber asked.

"Then, you can make up a song, but it has to be a positive saying like, compliment yourself to get rid of that habit, yeah?"

Amber thought about it and she felt like crying. After being manipulated, being hurt mentally and physically by people she had trusted, she apologized so much as to not disappoint them or make them mad about the words that escaped her mouth even if the words were nothing but positive. Even though Dream had no idea what she had gone through, what he wanted her to do was simple enough to make her cry. Something positive about herself? She hated herself, but she can try to do what he says.

"Okay," she agreed after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I-I can do that."

"Alright," Dream whispered as if he spoke any louder he would awaken the neighbors living next to Amber. "So, how does that song of yours go?"

"Oh..." Amber perked up and she sat up on her bed, fixing her blanket as her cat laid down next to her, sleeping. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah..." Dream closed his eyes and listened to her breathe in and breathe out before he heard her exhale. She started singing a little and Dream could hear the words plunging themselves into his brain, questioning what she had gone through because the words she sang were filled with such an emotion he couldn't decipher and the words themselves clearly told a story he didn't get.

As his mind lost itself to the song Amber was singing, he slowly drifted off, and his breathing slowed. Amber could hear the difference of his breathing and smiled a little when she could hear soft snores from his side.

Singing the last note, she was cut off when a knock could be heard. She dropped her phone on her bed and left to her front door, opening it and finding a dark curly-haired man standing with a bag in hand.

"You should be lucky I didn't throw out your chocolate."

Corpse passed by her, heading towards the table where he threw everything on. Candy and chips dropped out of the bag and Amber chuckled as Corpse went to her fruits and grabbed an apple.

"Thank you," she thanked him, grabbing some KitKats and Cheetos. "Be right back."

The man hummed, not before asking if he can get something to drink. As she left, Amber debated whether she should hang up or stay on the call. So, when she reached her room, she grabbed her phone and looked down at it, eyeing Dream's icon and letting out a small sigh. While she was thinking about hanging up or leaving it, she could hear footsteps in the background.

"What the—why is his phone still on? And he says I'm on my phone too long," Amber furrowed her eyebrows at hearing a girl's voice and continued hearing until she heard a gasp. "Oh, my God... it's Amber..."

"Um, hello?" Amber called out.

She could hear rapid footsteps and heard the door close. "Hi, um, hi. Oh, wow, uh, huge fan."

"Oh, you must be Dream's sister," Amber chuckled. "Dream has talked about you."

"I just can't believe you're friends with my brother," Drista mumbled. "Like, with him."

"Yeah, I'm way too cool for him," Amber chuckled and Drista hummed, agreeing. "Did he fall asleep?"

"Yep," the girl answered. "I was getting pissed at him because he was yelling at his computer and I couldn't sleep, but now I'm grateful he's quiet."

Amber laughed a little. "Sorry about that. I made him watch a TV show and we were watching it together."

"You were watching a show with Clay?" Amber made a confused face before remembering that Karl has mentioned Dream's real name. "Ah, explains."

"Um, if you want, I can hang up," Amber requested. "I don't want to be a bother..."

"I mean, you aren't, but you're probably busy and need sleep," Dream's sister said. "It was really great to meet you. I may seem very well relaxed right now but I'm freaking out. Can I tell my mom?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Amber giggled. "Well, I have to go but it was nice meeting you."

"It was great meeting you."

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

Hanging up, Amber grabbed her phone and placed it in the front pocket of her sweatpants. She grabbed her blanket and draped it over her shoulder, leaving her room and heading towards her couch. She jumped on it and laid down, closing her eyes.

"Don't be a creepy little shit, Corpse, and stare at me while I'm trying to peacefully sleep."

"Don't worry, I'm only going to stare at you because I'm trying to process how ugly a person can be... Ow! Don't throw a pillow at me!"

"You're being mean."

"I'm being honest."

"Yeah, shut up."

"You shut up!"

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