Sleepy Buddies

Chapter 11- That Old Cloak

"Neither of you guys was close to walking in on anything, it just looked a lot worse than it actually was."

"It sure looked like something," Tommy said, a faint blush starting to invade his cheeks.  "Last time I checked, people don't just crawl on top of one another unless they were attempting something specific."

"Wilbur tackled me and refused to move," Dream added hurriedly, not wanting Tommy to continue that train of thought.  "That was literally it, he was pissed because he didn't want to get up so he attacked me."

"Define tackling," Tommy said under his breath, then yelled loudly as Tubbo pinched him in the arm.  "Jeez okay, sorry.  Didn't realize it was such a sensitive topic."

"It's not sensitive, it's just private," Tubbo said incredulously.  "Anyone with common sense would know that."

"Good thing I don't have that, I'm a madman," Tommy said is a goofy voice, wiggling his fingers.  Tubbo rolled his eyes and Phil finally broke in and spared the couple any further embarrassment.

"Welp, tonight is gonna go well."

"What are we even doing?  You've been super secretive," Techno interjected, marking his page and closing his book.

"Eret's having a meeting tonight and I promised we would attend."

"That's it, another Eret meeting?"

"Yes, but this one the Captain is going to be at."

The Sleepy Boys gave him confused looks but Dream choked on his cereal.  Wilbur pounded him on the back as he reached for his water, hacking and tearing up.

"There's no way," he rasped out once his airway was clear.  "She was driven out of the city months ago."

"Well she's back now, and in the mood for vengeance," Phil responded.  "We have two hours to get ready, then Eret's sending a limo to pick us up."

"Yay, more dress up," Wilbur joked, elbowing a shocked Dream.

"Oh please, not again," Dream groaned, falling back to reality with a thud.  If this was the same Captain, things were going to get interesting.

"I did good last time, right?"

"You did, but it took forever!"

"Well, usually for these we wear our iconic outfits, so we just have to figure out yours," Techno explained, finishing off a bagel.  "I'm sure Wilbur will concoct something.  Then you'll never have to be put through that torture ever again."

"I can't wait," Dream said sarcastically as he was dragged from his seat and towards their shared room.  "See you all Hell, Will's not going to be done until we've all died."

There was an uproar of laughter and Wilbur closed the door.  Even the Brit was chuckling as he rifled through the racks of clothes.  He held up different ideas, ranging from classy suits to completely inappropriate mix-ups.  Dream nearly lost it at his suggestion of a green miniskirt and black spaghetti strap crop top.

"Well we have to do something green, people have adopted that as your color for some odd reason," Wilbur mused, shaking his head at a purple sweatshirt with a green swirl on it.  Dream leaned over his shoulder, peering into the expanse of materials.

"What about that," he asked, pointing to a old green cloak.  It was a deep forest green, had a hood, and bore holes probably created by snags or fires.  Wilbur pulled it off the rack, wrinkling his nose.

"This is Phil's old thing, why would you want that?"

"It looks old and foreboding," Dream argued back, feeling a bit defensive.  The more he examined it the more he liked it.  Every crease, burn mark, and hole told a story he couldn't quite decipher yet.  He could see himself on a rooftop, the cloak billowing out behind him in the sharp wind, his white mask gleaming in the city lights.

"Well you have to wear something underneath it silly," Wilbur said, throwing the green cloth onto the bed.  "Are you willing to listen to me this time?"

Ten minutes later and Dream couldn't help but admit that Wilbur might know what he's doing.  He wore a black cotton crop top (not the spaghetti strap thank god) and heavy duty brown pants meant to protect him.  Over it all, he wore the green cloak and a set of belts that strapped across his chest and his waist.  Paired with combat boots, thin gloves, and his mask, he looked stylish and utterly deadly.

"I like it," Dream said, unable to take his eyes off the mirror.  Wilbur grinned happily, his round glasses reflecting the lights.  He had left the room to let Dream change in privacy and had come back wearing the same sweater, pants, trench coat, and glasses he had been wearing when Dream first met him.  The outfit made him nostalgic and he couldn't help but smile even wider.

"I'm glad to hear that.  Phil told me that he told Eret we were ready when he was so the limo should be here any moment.  You ready?"

"I'm not sure," Dream admitted, taking a deep breath as the smile slid from his face.  Eret seemed kind, but he was also the largest, most infamous crime lord in the city.  They weren't someone to mess with, and Dream didn't want to screw things up from the get go.  And he didn't even want to think about the Captain, she was a terrifying feat by herself.   

Easily the biggest threat the city had seen- the Sleepy Boys were a close second-  due to the fact that she pillaged boats of their supplies and burned them for fun.  She stopped almost all imports and exports, forcing Schlatt to call a state of emergency and chase her off.  The fear of being cut off from the rest of the world was too real for Dream, he never wanted to feel that helpless again.

"Look, just don't overthink it, because I can tell that's exactly what you're doing," Wilbur said, his light voice snapping Dream from his thoughts.  "Eret isn't bad, and I don't  know much about this Captain person but Phil thinks she's fine.  You can't do any worse than Tommy, he got kicked out his first meeting in under seven minutes."

Dream laughed loudly, fidgeting with the tips of his cloak.

"Did you time it?"

"It too six minutes and twenty-eight seconds."

He laughed even harder, his wheeze becoming more apparent.  As long as he lasted longer than Tommy he would be fine.  Wilbur slipped his hand, which was covered with fingerless gloves, into Dream's.  Dream squeezed it, taking another breath.  Phil knocked on the door, then peeped his head in.

"Our ride's here.  Let's get this show on the road!

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Hehehehehhe hi!  So this chapter was supposed to have actual plot but then I got caught in the dress up section and couldn't help myself.  The next chapter has plot I promise please don't come for me!  So a friend of mine has been drawing characters from my other book, and once I get my computer back (I bombed a science test, don't ask) I'll be adding those.  Idk I just really want to show off her work because she's really talented.  I'm not a simp I promise.

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP B-

Ok so, we need to have a talk.  This story doesn't deserve 1.5k reads.  In the slightest.  Like I know in the grand scheme of things that isn't a whole lot, but it is to me!  Also, over 100 votes?  Are you serious?  And to cap it all off, all of the chapters in this book, apart from this one for now, have 100 reads or more.  Like can you guys please slow down, I left for like 24 hours.  Anyway, hopefully I'll have my computer back by Monday so I can add the aforementioned photos and be able to write easier.  Hope you guys have a great day!

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