No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)

"We wait."

She raised her eyebrows. "And now you sound even more like a radio. A broken one that repeats itself."

"We wait until morning."

"Better. What do we do until morning?"

"Chill, I guess?"

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Play more Minecraft?"

"Sure." She took off her coat and boots and hat, heading upstairs. She was still in her white pajamas.

Nyx grabbed a game controller and flopped down on the beanbag. "What should we build this time?"

"… How about this town?"

"Ambitious much?" She smiled.

"Yes indeedy!"

"Let's do it, then."

(By the way, platypi sweat milk. I have yet to figure out how I could introduce this plot point, but…)

(Maybe they buy a platypus? And name it Perry?)

(Curse youuu, Perry the Platypus!!)
(Well nah cos if Nyx has a pet with the same DNA as her, cos she has platypus DNA (hence the spurs, the field, the underwater breathing, and the milk), she won't be very happy with that.)

(Wait, she's part platypus?)

(Did I not tell you that? Murphy, you genius.)

(Oh, how about she gets really nervous and starts sweating milk?)

(Good idea. I'll let you figure out how to scare her.)

(I… What if she has a nightmare?)

(Nightmares are a good idea.)

Vozreal started building. Eventually, he fell asleep

Nyx, high on Pepsi, kept building for a while, determined to keep her promise to herself and stay up the entire night. However, after a few hours, she, too, succumbed to dreamy-land and fell asleep.
She dreamed of an old nightmare. One that had been real.
Turning the corner. The guard. Seven squeaking, a ball of green light from Phoenix's hand, yelling. Calls for backup. Anne's terrified, desperate grey eyes.
Go! I'll hold them off.
Anne -
I said go!
Anne!
C'mon, Seven, we have to go!
The three of them crying, guilt gnawing at Nyx's gut, green fire, pistol blasts.
Seven, we have to work together! It's the only way!
A growing ball of green. A scream. A blast. Running. Debris. Creaking. Darkness -
I
Seven's hand
love
slipping out
you
of hers -
She gasped and woke up, tears and milk intermingling on her face.

He woke up, touching her face.
"Are you okay??" He asked.

"I'm fine." We shouldn't have blown up that house. I knew it would bring back memories. Curse you, Nyx.
She was shaking, tears dripping down her chin, sweat beading her neck.

He looked at his hand.
"M-milk?" He said, shocked

"Oh, that. I sweat milk. Another benefit to being r-raised in a-a-" She burst into tears.

"In a lab." He finished her sentence and hugged her

Nyx cried against his chest, a thin sheen of milk coating her neck and face.