#relaxedverse

Ink, with Dream and Swap behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Ink: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Ink: CINNA FUCKING FELL OFF!

Dream: Sure. Kiler too?

Cinna: Haven't seen him in a while. I don't think he's awake right now.

Killer, from atop the fridge: You'd be incorrect in that conjecture, Cinna.

Dream: Uh, on your shelf. Why?

Ink: I checked and it wasn't there.

Dream: Oh, wow, too bad, so sad.

Ink: Dream ...

Nightmare: Does someone need help with anything?

Ink: I'm suspecting that Dream took my phone.

Dream: Since when did you have the right to accuse me of that?!

Nightmare: Dream , you stole one of Cinna's shirts one time.

Dream: Yeah, well they had plenty of others.

Cinna walks in and overhears the conversation about their shirt: My other shirts were in the laundry.

Dream: Boo hoo. Suck it up, whiny bitch.

Swap: Hey, hey, hey! What's happenin'?

Dream: Swap , shut the hell up.

Swap: Ok...

Nightmare: Dream , which side of the fucking bed did you wake up on today?!

Dream: Both.

Nightmare: Alrighty, smartass.

Error walks in: Guys, guys, calm down.

Dream: You guys really want to hear what I did?! I took Ink's phone and smashed it on the fucking ground!

Ink: Really?

Dream: No. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, you stupid cun-

Nightmare: Ok, so if Dream didn't do it, who else did it?

Ink: It was me.

Dream stuttering due to confusion: Well then why the hell'd you accuse me?

Ink: Because I didn't want everyone to know I dropped my phone from the balcony.

Ink: On purpose.

Ink: Without knowing that I didn't aim the phone at the pile of mattresses on the ground.

Error: So that's what happened to the spare mattresses.

Error: *barges into the room* GAY!!!!!!

Swap: I love Cinna being the most helpful.

Dream: Hey! I just cooked like five burgers to perfect doneness on BOTH sides.

Swap: Did you?

Dream: I did! Error, tell them.

Error: They actually did.

Swap: Ok.

Dream: Thank you. And then as soon as you trust me...

Swap: S-stop.

Nightmare: I threw a pickle away by accident.

Swap: Error!

Error, doing Minecraft squats on a table: I'm putting on a show. We need all the money we can get. HYPERDRIVE!

Swap, laughing: Oh my god.

Nightmare: You guys are insane.

Cinna: Woah... that's a lot of patty! *points to Dream putting five patties on one burger*

Nightmare: What just happened over there?

Swap: What are you doing?

*Dream squirts two full ketchup bottles onto the five-patty burger*

Swap: Oh- EW!

Cinna: I'm calling it! There we go. *puts a top bun on the burger with five patties and a gallon of ketchup*

Swap: NO, DON'T SERVE THAT TO THEM! NO!

Cinna: Oh my fucking god, that burger!

Swap: Eww!

Nightmare: I see red...

Swap: What is that?!

Dream: It's what the customer ordered, you guys.

Swap: Augh, you put raw ones in there.

Cinna: Oh no!

Dream: It's what the customer ordered. Oh no, it looks like these burgers are falling in the trash can...

Swap: I'm watching you. Cinna is doing fine, I have to babysit Dream...

Dream: And while you're babysitting me, you have no idea what everyone else is doing.

Swap: I trust everyone else.

Dream: You know what, Swap? You're kind of annoying at times.

Swap, eye twitching from annoyance: Mhm...

Cinna: Holy crap, that's a triple burger... HA!

Dream: Shh... don't worry about it...

Swap: What're you doing?

Nightmare: Dream...

Cinna: You're getting more...

Dream: Sh... don't worry, don't worry.

Cinna: Ooooooo, that's a lotta ketchup! I got it! I guess this is what they're getting!

Swap: Noooooooo...

Cinna: THE BUNS AREN'T IN THE RIGHT ORDER EITHER, HA!

Error: So we may or may not have made, like, a ten stack burger...

Swap: WHYYYYYYYY?! I'm closing the store. It's 9 pm, get out! Everybody, get out.

Nightmare: Did I do a good job today, boss Swap?

Swap: You did the best job. I'm so glad you're here.

Nightmare: Yayyyy :D

Dream: No offense, but... you're not so much fun at times like these.

Swap: I'll kill you.

Cinna: Alright, I don't think there's any more customers coming in. It's 9 o'clock.

Swap: I'm gonna close the store-

Cinna: Oh! One more person! There's one more person coming right at the end!

Error: I WANT TO GO HOME. I WANT TO GO HOME, FUCK OFF! GO AWAY!

Cinna: What're ya getting?

Swap: I'm just hovering over this lady until she finishes her burger.

Cinna: The manager just staring like... "How's your food? Was it good?"

Dream: "Are you enjoying it after close?"

Error: Yes, but they’re our dorks.

Dream: You're 25.