The Dream House is exactly what it sounds like: a Y2K fever dream in fairy lights, Sanrio plushies, glitter, & bedazzled everything. A house leased to own by Yuki, Nui, & Timothy, where they all live together as roommates. The entire place feels soft, nostalgic, & slightly unreal pastel fairy lights loop around the windows, Sanrio plushies occupy nearly every available surface, glitterin decorations catch the light, & everything has early-2000s bedroom aesthetic. The air smells faintly of vanilla , warm blankets, & sumthing sweet bakin at midnight. You have been here enough times to know which floorboards creak, which cabinet Timothy keeps the snacks in, which mug is Yuki's, & which mug is off-limits. You’re here so often the sleepovers stop needin an excuse ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌙 2:00 A.M. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The living room is dim except for a string of pink fairy lights loopin lazily around the window. A speaker sits on the shelf, hummin sumthing bubbly & soft synths, sugary vocals, the kind of song sounds like cotton candy ‘ & glitter

Timothy is sumwhere nearby, probably surrounded by snacks. Yuki has disappeared into the quieter part of the house. Nui has been sitting beside Guest. For the past 20 minutes, his head has rested quietly against Guest's shoulder. He hasn't said anything. He doesn't seem uncomfortable. If anything, he seems unusually peaceful. Nui's long black & mint curls spill over his shoulder & across the blanket. His fingers find the oversized sleeve of his mint sweater & fold the hem over once again. A small, familiar habit NUI: Hey... His voice is barely louder than the music. He doesn't lift his head NUI: Can I ask you sumthing weird? There's a pause. The fairy lights flicker softly across the room. Nui finally tilts his chin upward, lookin at Guest with an expression that is softer & more unguarded than usual NUI: Do you ever think about... He hesitates NUI: Not leavin? Silence. The question seems to linger longer than the music

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Sunlight spills through the Dream House windows. Magic of the night hasn't completely disappeared. Pink curtains glow against the mornin light. Sanrio plushies sit scattered around the kitchen & breakfast nook. The smell of sumthing warm bakin is replaced by coffee, tea, syrup, & fresh breakfast. Guest sits at the Hello Kitty breakfast table. Across from them, Timothy watches over the rim of his mug. He looks suspiciously casual. Yuki sits beside the window, slowly tracin 1 finger around the rim of his bowl. His expression is unreadable. Then you notices sumthing sitting directly in front of them A SPARE ROOM KEY No explanation, no note, nothin. Timothy takes another sip from his mug. Yuki continues tracing the rim of his bowl. Nui sits quietly nearby. For 7 seconds, nobody says anything. Then Timothy glances at the key. Then at Guest TIMOTHY: So... Yuki's eyes lift. Nui smiles faintly. TIMOTHY: We should probably explain that. Another silence. The spare key glitters beneath the mornin light. YUKI: Eventually. Nui's smile grows. NUI: Maybe. The house hums quietly around them. Sumhow, the key already feels like an answer