s t r e a m {SAPNAP}

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-Elisabeth:
I bet a panda could use you as a beer pong ball if it wanted to

-Nick:
Is that a compliment or an insult?

-Elisabeth:
If you want us to keep talking, it's a compliment

-Elisabeth:
If you've decided you absolutely hate my guts, it's an insult

-Nick:
Ah, so it's a compliment:) cool cool cool

-Elisabeth:
You're so weird

-Elisabeth:
I like it

-Nick:
Does this mean we're married now

-Elisabeth:
It can mean whatever you want it to mean;)

-Elisabeth:
WAIT SHIT FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT

-Nick:
Loser lol

-Nick:
Stop being distracted in class

-Nick:
I know I'm so irresistible, but focus on school you heathen

-Elisabeth:
Block button's looking real cute right now 😍

-Nick:
NOO I'M SORRY

I laughed. He really did seem sweet. He knew how to take a joke. But I wasn't going to let some guy on tinder control my life. I decided I'd keep talking to him, and if it went somewhere, it went somewhere. If it didn't then oh well. But...I guess we did match for a reason. And I hadn't found any reason to really stop talking to him.

I could hear Kayla's voice in the back of my mind, telling me to keep talking to him. I waved it off.

When I got back to my apartment later that night, I flopped on my bed and started to do some homework as soft music played in the background. I posted a picture of my tea and my statistics textbook on my new Instagram, captioning it some stupid thing about getting school done before streaming. I had already gained a large following on the account, and I posted something every day. I didn't really regret making the account, but I did regret my commitment to staying active.

I was getting back into the same boring routine that I'd had before Ethan. I was getting tired again. I knew that I was more stable now, but it seemed like every day I was repeating exactly what I did the day before. I was so tired.

I saw a notification pop up on twitter and went to my DMs to answer it. I get messages a lot more now, from people saying I was one of their "comfort streamers". It was funny to me, really. I was just a girl from Texas who constantly annoyed her neighbors by screaming at midnight, and yet, someone out there took comfort in my videos. I smiled at the thought.

The message was from Dream himself.

Dream:
Hey! I was wondering if, by chance, you might be interested in being in one of my streams sometime soon?

I gasped audibly. This had to be a joke.

Bee:
Woah! You've gotta be joking. Of course I'll join you!

Dream:
Yes! I was hoping you'd say that. So if you don't already know, my friends and I do these "manhunts" where I try to speedrun the game, and they try to kill me before I can win. I took a poll to see who some of my viewers wanted to see and a lot of people chose you

Bee:
HA, why? Do they think there's bad blood between us 'cause I broke your record?

Dream:
Maybe, but it'll be good content if they do

Dream:
What's your discord? I'll add you into our manhunt server.

Dream:
Oh, and by the way, I'm not holding grudges and i'm definitely not trying to like, stalk you or whatever. I just think you're cool and ever since that raid a while back I've seen you on TikTok or in my recommended streamers sooo

Dream:
God I sound like such an idiot lol

Dream:
Anyways what's your discord

Bee:
it's Buzzy-Libbee#XXXX

Bee:
And don't worry, I don't have beef with you

Bee:
I know I'm just so epic and amazing that even Dream himself can't resist me

Dream:
Ok, I'll add you

Dream:
PLEASE NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN

Bee:
When he says please😳✋

I watched as a notification from discord told me that Dream had added me, and I immediately added him right back before messaging Kayla with pure excitement. There was NO WAY this was happening. It felt like everything I'd been working towards was finally going to happen.

I curled into my blankets and plugged my phone in before falling asleep with the man-hunt on my mind.