"Yeah?" Dream smirked. "Fine. You and Sapnap go compete at Guitar Hero. Winner goes up against me."

Oh you think you're so good that you're the final boss?" Sapnap said.

"Yes. That's exactly what I think."

"Fine, you're on."

Dream bought the cards and passed them out among us. We walked through the arcade, passing by shooter games and those lucky jackpot machines. In the very back was the Guitar Hero machine. It was clear of anybody else.

"Alright, George and Sapnap. You guys go first."

Sapnap eagerly grabbed one of the guitars and pulled the strap over his head before swiping his card. I was far less eager. I never played much Guitar Hero growing up. I especially didn't play it to the point of being any better than the easy setting of the game. I focused more on the shooting games. I debated just giving Sapnap the win, but at the same time, how much better could he be?

"Guitar Hero's my favorite arcade game!" Sapnap exclaimed and turned to me. "You're going down, Georgie."

"Try me," I said. "What mode?"

"How good are you?"

"Uhh," Dream and Sapnap stared at me with darts. "I am a master," I said slowly.

Sapnap nodded, "Mhm, sure. We'll do easy."

"Easy's so boring, though," Dream cut in. "Medium."

I rolled my eyes and swiped my card. "Whatever. Sapnap's losing either way."

Sapnap laughed, as if he could sense I was bluffing

The notes came fast, and I was already lost. Sapnap, meanwhile, didn't seem to find it at all difficult. He pressed each button as if he knew this song like the back of his hand. Dream stood quietly to the side, occasionally laughing whenever I messed up.

"George, you're so bad!" He said through his laughter.

"Shut up! You're distracting me!"

"I won!" Sapnap screeched when the song ended, and I could feel the entire arcade's eyes on us. "Get over here, Dream! You're about to get destroyed!"

"Hard mode!" Dream hollered, snatching the guitar from me the moment I took the strap off. I took his spot he was standing at, which was leaning right up against the machine and looking over. They chose a song near the bottom of the list where all the metal songs were.

"What? You're both gods at Guitar Hero?" I said as they bickered between Cliffs of Dover and Knights of Cydonia.

"Not gods, necessarily. But Sapnap's pretty good," Dream said. "But I'm better, of course."

"Oh yeah, lie to the poor bri-ish man," Sapnap said, attempting to imitate what I thought was a British accent that only came out as more country or western.

They eventually settled on a song and started. They began the song tied, but as they both settled in, Dream began to fumble. And when he fumbled, he fumbled. That meant ten missed notes in a row.

I snickered, "Who's bad now, Dream?"

"Still you," Dream mumbled, his eyes glued to the screen.

When the song ended, Dream exhaled sharply. "I won," He said.

"No, no. I did," Sapnap replied as the crowd in the game went wild. The screen switched to their scores. Dream scored an 89% accuracy. Sapnap scored 92%.

"Yeah!" Sapnap shouted again. "Eat that! I won!"

Dream's ears turned a vibrant beet red as well as the back of his neck as he laughed. "Whatever. It doesn't matter."

"Oh but it does matter. I won! I beat Dream!"

"Yeah, well only by a little."

Sapnap rolled his eyes.

"Let's go again."

"No!" Sapnap grinned, "I'm taking the win!"

"I have an idea," I cut in. "We have, like, a hundred credits in these cards, right? Whoever gets the most tickets by the time our cards run out wins. Deal?"

Dream's entire face lit up, "Dude, you're going down!" He hung the guitar controller back up and walked in a direction with the strut that told me he knew exactly where he was going.

I turned to Sapnap, and he was looking right back at me.

"Alright, I know exactly how to beat him," He said. "We team up. I know exactly where he's going, and he'll probably be there the whole time."

"What? Where's Dream going?"

He sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "George, George, George. Do you not know Dream at all? He's all about strategy, and he's all about luck. What games here give a shit-ton of tickets while also being entirely luck based?"

My eyes widened, "No way. He wouldn't waste his time on those rigged jackpot games, would he?"

Sapnap looked over my shoulder, "Yeah, he would." He turned me around to see Dream already starting. He was at a tall machine where you had to drop a ball into a hole. The top read the words "Monster Jackpot", and the mega jackpot was over two thousand tickets. The ball dropped, and judging by Dream's calm behavior, he didn't quite get the jackpot yet.

"So we need to split up and make more tickets than that jackpot. I think if we both do jackpot games like him and combine our tickets together, we'll end up making more tickets than him even if he wins."

"Oh come on, there's no way he'll get the jackpot. The chances of that happening are like... one in a million."

"Yes, but this is Dream we're talking about. He's experienced so many one-in-a-million chances that it's not even a funny anymore. Come on, shake on it." He held his hand out to me.