Witty. I've always thought of Rosenncrantz and Guildernstern to be like that. Your representation of them reminds me of Vladimir and Estragon from 'Waiting for Godot' by Samuel Beckett. If you've ever heard of it. Or read it. Or seen the play. Is there a movie?

Anyway... I would greatly recommend it. And... great fic!

O.K...that was creepy.

I got chills when Guildenstern said "It will be us and Hamlet will be our betrayer. Go to sleep."

Never knew ether of them even POSSABLLY saw it coming...

This story suffers from slapdashery. For the love of God, please run this through a spellcheck. Their goo friend Hamlet? Stoped for the night? Rosencrantez?

The fact that Guildenstern, by chance, stated a correct meaning for Rosencrantz' dream is incredibly contrived.

And if this is an original fic, you shouldn't be taking lines from the play (i.e. "To tell you the truth I'm relieved.")

Why did the player hang them?

And the fact that they came back as spirits to wander and converse absurdly for all eternity is a good one, but is badly executed here; their characters could be a lot more fleshed out than the scope you've given them. This could improve as a story if you hadn't been so lazy with detail, characterization, and even grammar and spelling, a sure first sign of careful writing.