"Now Drista I know it sounds insane but please put down the bat-" Clay tried to calm his sister down. She was stood on the other side of the island in their kitchen holding a bat while Patches was on the counter behind her. Which- Patches wasn't allowed on the counters but this was a unique situation so he'd allow it.

She scoffed. "You can't just threaten me and then expect it to just be fine! You're a psychopath. I knew that whatever was going on with you was really bad, I'm calling mom the very second I knock your dumb ass out." She threatened as they circled around the island, him now on the side with Patches.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her boldness. "I told you already, I was kind of possessed by Tommy for a second there. All I want to know is what he- or I said to you. And then I'll go shut myself in my room and you can call Mom." He offered hopefully. He figured that she would accept that. Saying as he was taller and stronger than she was by far.

"Fine…" She backed down, relaxing her stance and backing herself back to the living room. "At first you just screamed 'Wait is Drista here' in a British accent. You actually said it the same way Tommy would. Kind of impressive not gonna lie." She leaned against the back of the couch and smiled a bit.

"Yeah I heard that part from the- inner world? I don't know how to explain it. Continue." He urged her forwards.

She seemed skeptical but sighed and continued. "You ran down the hall like a big oaf. Then when you saw me you just stood there and stared."

"Tommy's never seen what you look like. So he was probably surprised." He hummed in amusement. Tommy probably got all hyped up to find her just to realize that she was actually a girl and had a girl face.

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "He's such a goof." She shook her head and returned to the focus at hand. "Like I said you kinda just stared for a long while and then you just started screaming. It was pretty much a blur of words- a wall of sound if you will. By then I had already grabbed the bat cause I was terrified." She shrugged and waved the bat in front of her.

Clay reached up and rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. "Yeeeeeaaahhhhh, I'm gonna kill him when I get the chance. If he's in-" He cut off as his phone vibrated and he checked it.

'IM IN MY BODY AGAIN TELL HER IM SORRY- Tommy'

"Tommy says he's-" He cut off again as the boy called. Clay snickered and answered, putting him on speaker. "You're on speaker Tommy." He informed.

"IS SHE IN THE ROOM WITH YOU!?"

"Yes Tommy."

"DRISTA, DON'T KILL HIM WITH THE BAT IT WAS ME. I WAS SHOUTING NONSENSE FOR-" There was a long pause. "Sorry Mum! Sorry! I'll be quiet!" He laughed to himself and then cleared his throat. "I formally apologize."

She grinned at Clay, yet intentionally remained silent. He rolled his eyes and handed her his phone so she could antagonize Tommy. While he himself moved to pet Patches.

"Drista? You're making me look stupid here." Tommy spoke. Clay glanced over his shoulder as his sister laughed.

"That's because you are!" She exclaimed.

"I am not! You're so mean. Is Dream still in the room?" He questioned. The siblings met eyes and Clay nodded.

"Yeah he is. He doesn't want to talk to you though. He said you're annoying." Clay snickered and moved over to her to take the phone back.

"What's up Tommy?" He asked, grinning at Drista before he made his way to his room.

"Gogy told me to tell you that we need to get all the bodies to sleep so we can talk in that weird house. He said it's important." Tommy explained, trying to keep his voice on the down low a bit better.

Clay glanced at the time and frowned. Kind of early to sleep… but he supposed he could nap long enough to figure this stuff out. "Ok, I'll go lay down in a bit then. I'll talk to you later Tommy." He hung up on the boy after giving him a chance to say a goodbye.

"Drista! I'm gonna lay down for a bit!" He stepped out of his room. "If I wake up and I'm not me- don't kill anyone ok? I'll explain what's up when I can. And don't call Mom. Just let me figure this out."

"Ok, if it's Tommy though I have full permission to punt him." She said casually.

Clay narrowed his eyes. "That means you're going to punt -me- but ok." He shrugged and went to go lay down.

He didn't really know how this worked actually.. He just went to sleep? That was it? He'd wake up in the house? That easy? Could he force it?

Though after only a few minutes of staring at the wall, his gaze went blurry and he was back in the theater room. He tightly shut his eyes for a moment. That one wasn't as easy as the first one. It was fast but damn did it send a sharp pain through his head.

He looked and it was Karl that had taken his place.

"Karl's been helping people get to sleep cause he knows how to do all this apparently." George explained.

Last time he saw George- in all the madness he had forgotten that he was physically in the same room as George. He could go forwards, hug him, and he was there. Just the thought made him smile. "Dream?" George questioned.

He snapped from his thoughts and moved up the steps to the man. "Sorry, thought about something. How does he understand all this? How is he not exhausted? He's been helping everyone?" He let the questions fall out as he looked back at Karl sitting in the chair.

-Switching to George POV-

George watched as Clay looked down at where Karl was. George had been stuck in this house for a few days. When he first arrived it had been really difficult. He'd felt extremely sick and he felt paralized for a long while. Entirely unable to move.

Then when he arrived in the house he was so dizzy that he couldn't stand for long. And he hadn't been back in his body- or anyone else's since.

Sapnap had kept him company through a lot of it. Though Sapnap was having some pretty violent pulls into different bodies and took his chance to rest whenever he could just because he was mentally exhausted.

"He's been having trouble too.." He mumbled, remembering the first day Karl came in. It was only… two days ago? A day and a half? Karl actually came in pretty easily, but he was quickly tugged around to 'front' for several people. Anytime they were having a rough switch, he was smoothing it out. He was making everything really easy for everyone and after seeing him put four bodies to sleep- George could tell he was getting a little groggy. "He can explain it once he puts you to sleep. He's been doing a really good job of helping everyone understand. But he definitely wants people to research it themselves when they are in a body."

"Oh ok. I can do that. How is everyone else? I talked to Bad and Tubbo today, they didn't seem to know anything about it?" Clay questioned as he stepped out of the theater room and into the main hall.

George had grown quite familiar with the room by now. It was a large rectangular room, red carpet floors that looked like- actually it kind of looked like the library room from the place where the end portal was. Just without the books.

It was a two story room with a walkway that overlooked the lower area, a grand staircase in the middle of the room.

There were doors that lined all four walls, first and second story. Each door had a sign on it labeling who it was. On the first story, all the doors were labeled with a name followed by: Theater. On the second story it was a name followed by: 's Room.

There behind the staircase there was a hallway that led to other rooms, normal house rooms, a living area, bathrooms, ect.

After giving Clay a moment to look again, George opened his mouth to answer, "Karl brought Tubbo in a little while ago. Tommy is working on going to sleep on his own so he can come here, we haven't been able to get to Bad. I think Big Q tried to talk to him but didn't get an answer. Not everyone knows what's going on yet, that's why Karl is going into everyone's bodies to get them all here so there's no more confusion."

Clay nodded slowly, eyes coming to rest on George again. It was weird to see his face. Someone needed to get him his mask. "Sap?" He asked.

"I think he's in his bedroom upstairs. He got caught up in my body for a while I think. I think Alex cut my hand by accident when he was trying to cook and Sapnap was dragged in to deal with it. I don't know why, or how it works. They just get dragged around and can't control it." George explained and started to move to the stairs, Clay following close behind. Their shoulders brushed as they walked. "How have you been handling it though?"

Clay shrugged his shoulders and looked at each name on each door as they passed it. "My head's just been fuzzy. Then I get dizzy when I come here I guess. Not that bad…" He trailed off as they passed his own room. George motioned to how his own was on the right of Clay's and Sapnap's was to the left.

"That's good, some of us have had more trouble with it. You should have seen Tommy. He freaked out." George chuckled a bit before he opened the door to Clay's room so he could look at it.

Clay chuckled in return. "He seemed to be just fine when he was in my body. Scared the hell out of Drista. The one time she comes to stay with me and she'll never come back." He laughed again and stepped into the room, looking over it.

Both of their gazes landed on a mask that sat on the nightstand by the twin bed. The room was pretty much like a College dorm. And all the walls that connected to the rooms on the left and right were removable. He didn't understand the logic. He just knew the house had like- settings.

It was kind of like Sims in a sense. They could kind of edit the house as much as they wanted.

"They really have my mask here… I guess Techno's was just sitting here too.." Clay mumbled as he picked up his mask and traced his fingers over the surface of it.

"They had my glasses." George shrugged as he stepped into the room as well, standing beside Clay and looking over the mask as well.

The taller man chuckled. "Really? And what'd they get for Nick? A panda?" He joked, setting the mask down and walking back out of the room, moving to Sapnap's and knocking on the door gently.

"I doubt it." George commented as he followed. "Sap! Dream's back!" He called to the door.

Soon after, the door opened. "Dream, dude. This shit sucks." Sapnap grumbled as he moved to fist bump the man.

"George mentioned that you had to swap in for a bit?" Clay questioned. Sapnap nodded and started to explain exactly what he had to do when he fronted in George's body.

"Aye! Dream- wait I never looked at what you looked like but I'm taking a wild guess cause you're with Gogy and Sap-nap." Tommy called from the floor below, interrupting the conversation the core Dream Team was having.

"I guess. Never know. I could be some other Faceless Youtuber with Twenty Million Subscribers that's best friends with George and Nick." Clay spoke in a deathly serious tone.

Tommy made a face and started making his way up the stairs, grumbling on the way about how rude 'Dream' was.

George chuckled lightly. "Well you -are- the one that said something really stupid, Tommy." He pointed out.

"And how stupid would I have looked if I had assumed it was Dream and it was someone else then Gogy!?" Tommy narrowed his eyes at the smaller man before looking up at Clay. "Why did you not tell -anyone- that Drista looks like that? How -dare- you?"

George met eyes with Sapnap as both men took a few steps away from Tommy and Clay. It was then that Tommy realized what exactly he'd said.

"Well I mean no no-"

"-What do you mean, 'looks like that' huh Tommy? What are you saying about my little sister?" Clay questioned curiously as he crossed his arms and examined the younger boy.

Tommy very quickly took steps away from Clay.

"I mean she's ugly, Dream!" Tommy tried to save himself. Clay seemed satisfied with the answer enough. Either that or he was simply having mercy for the teenage English boy.

"Damn right she's ugly. She better stay ugly in your eyes. Make a move on my sister and I'll make a move on your mom." Clay threatened. To George and Sapnap, who knew him really well, it was obvious that it was a joke, but to Tommy- Clay would have seemed dead serious.

"Where is Wilbur, I would like to find Wilbur…" The blonde quickly moved away from the trio, pretending he was looking for beanie man and not running from the big bad scary Dream.

"Good job." George spoke as the three burst out into laughter.

"If you two ever end up in my body, nobody tells Drista that Tommy thinks she's cute. Pretty sure she's already got a thing for him and I refuse." Clay huffed. The other two nodded.

"Hey! I think I've got everyone! So I need someone who's willing to scream to get the attention of everyone in the house!" Karl called out from the floor below them.

"Time to go." George mumbled.