You awoke with a jolt.
No, you weren't awake. You were... Dreaming? But, no... You're dead.
What?! Dead? How?
It was Dave and you knew it. He had to. You missed him immensely.
Dream bubble. Yeah, that's where you were. You looked around. This was... When you first met Dave. Oh my gog, why does this have to be so painful?!
"Is this seat taken?" He gestured to the desk next to you.
Just the mere sound of his voice made your skin crawl. You could feel yourself turning red.
"No- not unless you wanna sit there?" You stuttered.
What the hell did I just say?! You wanted to die. You quickly covered your face in shame.
"Well, I do," He laughed, "my name is Dave. Dave Strider."
He held his hand out toward you.
Grab it and don't let go.
You grabbed his hand and shook it briefly before returning it to your lap.
His hands are so... smooth.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N)," you said.
"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Dave whipped out a comb and began combing his hair while you began salivating.
He's so hot, but why does he bother with those shades? Should I ask?
He was just another mystery to be solved.
You watched the whole thing play out as tears rolled down your face.
"Dave," you whispered.
Suddenly, you fell. A sharp pain inflamed your entire body and you screamed bloody murder to your dream bubble.
Then you woke up.
For real.