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Smii7y had been dead asleep for... fuck who knows how long. Last night he had a recording session that lasted until about 1 A.M. And then he ended up doom scrolling instagram for 4 more hours, so he ended up falling asleep at around 5 A.M, which meant he'd be sleeping until around noon, if not for longer. He shifted in the bed, his blanket shifting down his body slightly. His brown hair ruffled against his pillow case, and his deep snores rumbled through the empty room.
His dream was... strange? He was standing in a misty landscape. The ground was white, covered in a shallow layer of water that only reached his ankles. He was still wearing his pajamas, the soft fabric rubbing up against his skin. He looked around in a daze, feeling fold breeze rushing past his body arms. He couldn't see even 5 feet in front of him, so that's great. His dreams, admittedly, were always lonely, but they at least had a landscape to look at. It was like some magical being would step through the mist and... change him into something else entirely. And as if he had willed it into existence, a completely black figure had stepped through the mist, and was only 4 feet away from him... Okay, strange, very strange.
"Who are you?" Smii7y asked, his voice reverbing through the empty landscape. The figure simply waved and... sent him away.
Smii7y gasped as he woke up, being greeting with a throbbing headache. He shifted slightly, and it was like his brains were sloshing around inside his head like liquid in a bag. His vision blurred before becoming clear after blinking a few times. He grumbled, turning his body to look at his alarm clock for the time. It was 1:26 P.M. Figures. He sighed, knowing he wouldn't be getting away with going back to sleep. He pulled himself up only to realize... he was still the same height when upright... That's not right.
He looked down and only saw a white blob with two nubs on either side. He was looking at himself. He felt his heart drop- Did he still even have a heart? He clawed himself out of bed and hit the ground, hearing more sloshing. He was shorter than the bed, this wasn't right. He was still dreaming, he had to be!
He winced again as the headache spiked. Nope, that's pain. That's real pain. He started walking... hopping to the mirror in his room, and there he saw it. No taller than only a foot, a milk bag with two green eyes and a spinning hat, his own character. He wasn't able to prevent the absolutely horrified scream he had been holding back since he woke up, the propellers on the hat spinning rapidly as he cut the silence in his room short. He began hearing footsteps approaching his room and quickly ducked under his bed, scrambling below the bed boards right before the door opened wide, the lights outside his room flooding in.
"Smii7y?" Droid. He could tell just from the shoes alone, but the voice confirmed it. He could hear the confusion and concern in his voice as he stepped inside, calling out for smii7y a second time. "Smii7y..?" Droid called out, starting to look around. Shit, shit, shit. He didn't account for Droid to actually look around for Smii7y. He just assumed whoever would come in, see no sight of Smii7y, and then go about their day assuming they heard things, but that just had to be hopeful fucking imagination. He saw Droid's shoes approach the bed and then droid ducking down to check.
The other man didn't really register what he was looking at until Smii7y blinked. Droid reached out dragged Smii7y out from under his bed, and then picked him up by the armpits. Smii7y waved nervously, a frightened smile on his face. Smii7y looked down and then shot his eyes back up. The height he's being held up at is far more intimidating than he expected, even if it's only just a few feet. He hasn't been held up in forever, especially not over a few inches off the ground. It was unnerving
"Nah, there's no way." Droid said in disbelief, carrying Smii7y out of his room. Smii7y just kinda let it happen, his headache still making him feel disoriented. How the hell was this even possible, it absolutely shouldn't have even been something to consider. Him, as his milk bag character! It was a dream. Yes, a very, very realistic dream where he could feel the pain of a headache that bordered on the feeling of his head being split in two.
"Yep. Totally a dream." Smii7y mumbled, being brought into the living room where Grizzy, Pezzy, and Matt were all sitting. Droid walked behind the couch and just stood there, waiting for the three to notice. Despite the strange predicament the entire house would be in for the foreseeable future, Droid still wanted to spook at least one of his friends with this. Smii7y could suddenly tell Droid had an idea. Smii7y was then thrown onto the coffee table.
"DROID!" Smii7y yelled as he was thrown, landing on the table roughly. He pushed himself up and mes the wide eyed stared of the guys on the couch, and apparently Puffer and John who were sitting in front of the couch.
"He-" Smii7y barely spoke half a word before the guys began to yell
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Why is he a milk bag now?!"
"JESUS CHRIST!"
Along with other surprised shouts. Smii7y hopped off of the coffee table and landed on the rug with a huff. He pulled himself back up and looked back at the guys.
"If you're wondering, no. I don't know how this happened.