Error 404 x Source 200

Error 404 -> Syntax Error

     Dream wants to tell him everything's fine, that he thought he just saw a bug on the floor, or noticed a small paper cut on his hand. But he's not sure if it is okay, because parts of George are disappearing- and as he takes a closer look, he finds that the pixels are leaving at a faster rate than he can move George.

     "Fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck," Dream rushes to his PC, recognizing that he seemed to be crawling towards his desk.

     "Dream..." George can barely keep himself awake. "Pixels..."

     "What about pixels?" Dream reaches his desk and frantically looks everywhere on it, looking for anything that looks even remotely like the small squares he assumed George was talking about. His desk, the top coated with a deep shade of black, housed many of his most prized-possessions. For one, there was his white-keyed RGB keyboard, his black headset, and a couple of pieces of fanart sent to him over the years. But try as he might, he was unable to identify any pixels in plain sight.

     "P... C..." By this time, George's body was nearly a third disintegrated, parts of him that Dream was holding onto were disappearing more rapidly than the rest. Without sparing another second, Dream throws his keyboard off of his desk and sets George on it. After a few moments George's body is still dissolving into the air, and even though more slowly now, he is growing more desperate.

     "What about the fucking PC?!" Dream waits for George to answer, but he never does. "Shit, shit shit-" his eyes begin to water. He hadn't even met George for a day and he's already scared of losing him. "George- please," he says urgently. With his hands maniacally tangled within his hair, he turns back to the PC in question. He looks at all of the cords and gears that help run it. Could one possibly help George? Think, he says to himself. What could give George life? What do all pieces of technology need to stay powered? Wait... Powered... In a flash, his hands reach for the thick black cable located to the back of the machine. He properly shuts off his PC to make sure none of his work- or George- is erased, and yanks it out. Something in George immediately shifted.

     The pixels surrounding the virus's forehead separated to form what looked like an outlet. Dream shoves the end of the chord into it, hoping for dear life that this wouldn't electrocute him, and takes a step back after finding that it fits perfectly within the socket. Dream's entire body stands on end as he waits for something, anything to happen. By some miracle, 404's body starts to drift and flow into the chord, pixel by pixel, until there is nothing left. A bead of sweat drips down Dream's face as he continues to wait. Maybe it's loading...? But he doubts it. This is probably the end. How could he even expect anything more to come of this situation anyway?

     According to almost all laws of science (clearly some of them were flawed though), George should never have even existed. It was near impossible. Yet, he did. And now, Dream was simply expected to move on with his life- to forget everything that had happened in the past hours of his life. To forget the boy with fluffy brown hair, a pale but cheery complexion, and gorgeous eyes. All that was left was the one sweater he had loaned George on his desk. The sweater that continued to spark and shift in just the smallest ways that could make someone suspect something was going on. Dream focused his consciousness onto the sweater. It was indeed moving. As if you could see the static that was on it. But that was impossible. The laws of science are clearly flawed, he thought as he picked it up.

     Dozens of mini pixelated cubes flew out all at once, knocking Dream back a few steps. They flew back into the socket of the PC that was previously connected to power. Perhaps George needed to be reconnected with his home? Having no other known option become apparent to him, Dream picked up the chord. Hundreds of turquoise pixels flew out and back into the socket. This must be it. He firmly grasped the chord and plunged it back into his PC.

     In an instant, the 404 screen that had made its iconic and grand entrance into Dream's life lit up his monitors. Never had he been so happy to have his computer fail him again.

     "George-?" Dream called out, unsure again of what to do next. He wiped off the dampness on his face with his shirt. There was no response from the lit-up screen, but knowing that George couldn't completely be gone put his mind at ease, and he grabbed his green iPhone and jumped into bed. His mind was still shocked and frazzled from the day's events and he couldn't think 100% logically, but he knew that he should probably tell someone who wasn't the government about the supernatural activity he just experienced. Maybe it would help get him back to normal.

     After opening his phone and navigating to the "Contacts" app, Dream scrolled through his options. Most of these people would think he was going crazy in his Floridian isolation, so he skipped past his close family. Who would believe him? He scrolled past a bunch of names that seemed like millions as time went by. Eventually, he got to the "S" category and his thumb instinctively hovered over Sapnap's contact. Nick would believe me, wouldn't he? His mind wandered on the possibility. Lmao, who am I kidding, he wouldn't, but he's my best friend, isn't he?

       So that's why his phone was now dialing Nick's number.

     "UHHHUFHHHSJDK-" Dream immediately distanced himself from the moaning(?) within his phone. "Baby I'm sorry, it's Dream, so I have to take this-"

     "Stfu, you idiot," Dream said.

     "But Dream, my babe and I are in the middle of-" He heard some muffled shuffling on the other end. "Dream I'm so sorry, it's Karl, Sapnap's over to do a collab, we're not actually doing anything important," Karl giggled.

     "Oh, well, I don't mean to bother you two-"

     "No no, Sapnap, go take it in the backyard, clearly you're too desperate for me and Dream clearly needs you elsewhere," Karl laughed. "AND FOR THE RECORD, WE WERE NOT FUCKING SAPNAP IS BEING A BITC-"

     "Your bitch baby," Dream can almost see the smirk on Sapnap's face. "Alright Dream, what's up?"

     "You have to promise you won't laugh."

    "I'd never laugh at you dreamy-poo."

    "So, a guy jumped out of my monitor-"

~ a/n ~

SHOUTOUT TO MY AMAZING EDITOR @Finnley_is_Dead ILSYM

yall it's been such a hot minute i'm so sorry-

weekly updates happening now. 

i started this ff right as finals started and then after all the stress i litr forgot it existed-

but i promise i'll make it up, here are some sneak peak plot thingies for any of you that actually care anymore:

- love triangle (with who, you'll have to guess hehehe)

- slight george angst >:]

- an evil friend?? (hmm you'll also have to guess who it is)

that's all for now, everyone go have a lovely week and read some fanfic.