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“Randy” in Parallel Universes

WARNING: Adult content.

I had a stream of different dreams last night, some nightmares that had me wake up in a cold sweat Will Graham style, and a few others that were… pleasant. I’ll try to keep this shorter, as I’ve got to leave at one o’clock for a dentist appointment; I had three teeth pulled last Tuesday, and this is the follow up.

The pleasant ones involve Randy, funnily enough. Remember how I said I hoped I never saw him again? Well, I did, but this time (we’re now speaking as if the dream/multiverse theory is 100% fact), I saw him in two different parallel universes.

The first one was a universe where I refused the offer to stay at my aunt and her wife’s house during the summer before senior year. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read this.) However, there was about a week long period where I didn’t call or text Randy at all, and it was because of a series of checkups with my doctor about my sleeping episodes and the goo I cough up. When I finally called Randy to meet me at the park, I gave him the TIGHTEST hug ever, though he showed some disdain, and he said, “I almost thought you forgot about me.” I told him that I felt guilty, that I should’ve called him, but next thing I knew it, it had been a week, but I definitely did not forget about him. By the way, because I wasn’t going to my aunt’s in this universe, that day in his room never happened. Still, it seemed to become more apparent to him that I was starting to like him back, and after hearing me tell him I had wanted to call him so badly, he was acting more confident. Not only that, but he almost seemed more mature, like how a controlled seventeen year old should be.

We walked around the park a bit, but I didn’t bring him into the forest; I was feeling selfish and didn’t want to distract him from me. He told me he stopped hanging around his old crew, he stopped doing drugs, drinking, tagging, and he hadn’t felt so calm in his entire life. “It’s like there’s nothing to be angry about,” he said. I noticed his hair was starting to grow out too. I said he should apologize to Max about how he treated him for so many years, but he confessed that he wasn’t ready to admit that wrong to him yet. “One step at a time, I guess,” I said. We walked and talked until it started to get dark, and then we hugged and parted ways.

I spent some time with my other friends for a couple of days, and then Steve called me, saying that there was a video game competition, and Randy wanted me to be on his team. It was a first person shooter we had played at his house, but I wasn’t very good at it. I said, “if Randy wants to win, he shouldn’t have me on his team.” Steve said that didn’t matter to him, he just wanted to do something special with me, and this warmed my heart. Of course, this still meant trying to win, so I spent a lot of time at their house practicing. I uh… still wasn’t too good. XD

I ended up seeing Randy’s room at some point, and unlike in the other universe, it was actually clean. There was no mirror that had been punched, probably having been discarded after Randy started to feel well enough to clean, the bed had sheets, wasn’t filthy, and there was no knife. Even the curtains were open. There were open spaces on the walls where I could tell posters had been torn down, and he had a neat stack of CD cases next to his stereo. When we were in there, his father told him to keep the door open, but he disobeyed, quietly shutting it and grinning at me. I felt nervous, but sneered flirtatiously, “are you expecting something to happen?” He sat me on the bed, sitting very close next to me, putting an arm around my waist and resting his forehead on my temple.

“I don’t expect anything, but I want it,” he said. I giggled, my heart pounding, and my teenage hormones were screaming at me. I still had some common sense, though, so all I did was gently touch his forearm, which was resting across his own lap. When I did, he placed that hand on my knee, nuzzled my temple with his nose, and admitted that he wanted to kiss me. I felt like Randy was the type of person to aggressively start a make out session, but that was the old Randy; this Randy was so under control, he no longer acted like a desperate boy, but a smooth man. I couldn’t help it. I turned my head and met his lips. It was brief, and he didn’t push it further, but his expression was the happiest I had ever seen on his face. We ended up lying on his bed and cuddling, though at some point he turned on some music, and that’s how I discovered we had similar tastes in that area. While we cuddled, we talked a little bit, but he kept caressing different parts of my body, though nothing too close to anything… important.

Steve ended up walking in, scolding Randy for disobeying their father and closing the door. Randy wasn’t even upset that he hadn’t knocked before entering, just shrugged it off and turned down his music to hear what his brother was saying. Steve noticed the lack of hostility, and that we both also were fully clothed, and he kept a friendly tone, even teasing Randy, saying, “were you making out with your girlfriend?” Randy calmly replied with a no, not even a blush, and I was so impressed, I never wanted to make out with him so badly. >_< (I guess I can’t keep this short, I have to go. Not that that matters to you, the reader… I’ll be back. o_O)

(Woo! No issues! I’m healing just fine!) Anyway, Steve convinced us to come out and practice with the video game again, so we did, joining him and Oliver. I mean… I was getting better… but my aim was off. It didn’t help that Randy and I kept flirting with each other. By the way, the game was some kind of US Military vs. Alien menace type thing, it took place on their planet, which was mostly purple and dark green, and I don’t exactly know the actual plot. Then their mother came home from work and decided to take us all out for dinner… she had a VAN now, so when we got to that blasted turn, she had us all get out and walk behind the vehicle until she cleared it. I remember crossing my fingers and saying, “please make it, please make it, please make it!” I kept expecting the van to topple over the cliff, but like I said in my last dream, she was an expert! She just didn’t want to risk killing all of us! And so, we got back into the van.

We were at like some… Italian restaurant or something, and the waiter was super rude for no reason. Then we ran into some religious nutcase that was so sexist against men, she started saying out loud that Randy’s mother and I would probably be tied in a basement and repeatedly raped if we associated with the four males for too long. Oliver was crying, and I could tell every single person in the family wanted to lash out at her, especially Randy, who was red in the face and clutching his fist. The family was too polite to shoot back, and Randy was trying to control his anger around me, but I was never one to not stand up for people I cared about. I stood right up, went to where her and her friend were sitting (which was within our view), and started chewing her out about how men and women were equal. I chose pretty colorful language, so she and everyone else within earshot were pretty appalled, parents covering their children’s ears, save for Oliver, because his parents were too shocked that I had the gall to do something like that. We didn’t get kicked out, but we got a strict warning, and the religious woman and her friend left.

After dinner, we took a walk around the town at night, Randy and I lagging behind everyone else, Oliver on Steve’s shoulders, the parents in the front. Randy told me that my standing up for guys was really awesome, and kind of sexy. I clutched his hand, leaning in close to him, and said, “sexy, huh?” I asked him if he thought I was sexy, and he laughed as if it were a stupid question, and he said, “you should know the answer to that by now.” I admitted in a whisper in his ear that I thought he was sexy too, and after that, our flirting became a little less PG, and I allowed his hands to have just a little more freedom when they wandered.

Before they drove back home, I said goodbye to them, and I told Randy I’d text him. I walked to my house… I still haven’t seen my parents in this universe! It was like… they were home, but I never actually saw them! I just went up to my room and thought about my now obvious boyfriend, even though neither of us actually said, “will you go out with me?” It was just something that didn’t need to be said. I wondered to myself how far I should let Randy go… I mean, I was seventeen (in this universe, I hadn’t lost my virginity yet), so it wasn’t like we were still kids. I also thought about our past, everything that Randy and his friends had done to me, and the drugging incident came to mind a few times. But I was changing him, just like Steve had said at the beginning of the summer. I couldn’t even remember the last time Randy had actually lost his temper, but then again, I didn’t see him as often as his family did, so I decided to shoot a text at Steve, asking him when the last time Randy blew up was. “Not since the school year when you and him weren’t talking.” I made a mental note to ask about that next time I saw them.

I didn’t go back to their house for a few days because I went to have a slumber party with my girl friends, which isn’t really the same thing as a bunch of tweens having a slumber party; we didn’t give each other makeovers or fight with pillows or talk about boys, no, we ate pizza, chips, ice cream, and watched a bunch of movies. I’m not as big of a horror junkie in this universe, so my tastes in films were more diverse. Even though I spent that time with them, I made sure not to neglect giving Randy attention this time, texting him whenever I had the chance. I remember one text that said, “our cat just threw up in Steve’s room. He was whining about it, and then I told him that all cats throw up, it’s normal. It’s normal, right?” I told him hairballs were normal, if the cat was throwing up food and junk frequently, there was something wrong. He confirmed that it was just a hairball.

I immediately went back to his house after a day to myself. I was drawing, apparently… of course I was a way better artist than I actually am… I don’t remember what it was though. Anyway, we were playing that video game as usual, but Randy started saying he was getting sort of bored, so he insisted he’d just watch us play. I soon learned that this was just an excuse to discreetly tease me while his brothers were distracted, and I tested to see how far he’d go if I didn’t protest. I didn’t stop him when he put his hands in between my legs, and this was obviously a triumph for him, so he didn’t stop… it was difficult for me to focus on my aim. T_T Eventually, I said I was bored too, and Randy and I casually mentioned we’d be in his room. Again, he closed the door, and I let him push me onto the bed, pin me to it, and kiss me as deeply as he wanted.

Both of his hands were busy playing with my hair, but I decided to pay him back with a firm grope through his pants. He broke the kiss and gave me a look that said, “I can’t believe you just did that.” I guess he didn’t expect me to be so forward, that maybe I’d ask first. But he didn’t ask, it was simply silent consent. I told him I couldn’t help it because he had turned me on, and he admitted that he’s fantasized about me for… pretty much the entire time he’s known me. His feisty happiness dampened when he brought up the drugging, and he said, “even though I already tried apologizing for that, I never stop guilting myself for it. I was such a selfish idiot, I was willing to become a criminal just so I could have you. I won’t ever expect you to forgive me.”

“And I won’t forgive you for that, but I can tell you’ve changed, so I think you’re trying to make up for all of those horrible things by creating new, better memories for us,” I replied. He said that he was in love with me, and he’d never hurt me again. He even said that he was considering going to a therapist to assist in his anger issues; even though he was in control at the moment, he didn’t want to risk an explosion. Ironic, huh? Because exactly that happened in the other universe. I said I was pretty sure I was in love with him too, and this was good enough for him at that moment, and we ended up getting pretty intimate. We didn’t have the opportunity to have sex because Steve rapped his knuckles hard on Randy’s door. He didn’t say anything, but it was enough to tell us that we needed to calm down and keep the door open. It wasn’t too much of a disappointment simply because we were happy just being together.

The video game competition toward the end of the summer turned out exactly as I expected: we lost. I mean, we didn’t lose too badly, we were in the top ten, but we didn’t make it to the finals. However, none of us were sore about it, not even Randy, because it had been loads of fun. We were sitting outside an ice cream parlor with cones in our hands, and Steve joked, “if you two hadn’t been making out so much, we would’ve won.” Randy said we only made out once, but Steve said, “really? Well your guys’ attention definitely wasn’t on the game, was it?” Oliver, being twelve, didn’t fully get what that meant, but Randy and I just laughed. When we were walking to his car to drive back to his house, he told us that, if we were going to try and fool around, we’d better do it when no one was home, like tomorrow around two. Nice hint there, Steven.

Long story short, the next day, their parents were out and Steve took Oliver to a movie. The teenagers left behind finally gave in to each other, and that was that. It certainly wasn’t the last time, either. Our relationship was… solid. There were no problems. I asked Randy what he got angry about the last time he blew up, and he said it was because he thought he fucked up when I first went to his house. He punched his mirror after we didn’t talk for a few days, wondering what he did wrong, and why he was so messed up, and then spent the rest of the school year in a deep depression. When summer started, and I came over the second time, he said he felt like the angry part of his soul had rushed out of his body in a single exhale. Still, he knew he wasn’t healthy, and he said, “if I want to continue being with you, I’m going to have to get help. I don’t want something to set me off and I end up hurting you.” He had become so sweet and thoughtful, and yet still retained his confidence and sassiness. It was like the old Randy had died.

The school year started, and Randy ended up refusing to hang out with John and Jose when they first approached him, saying that they no longer shared the same interests, and they were both flabbergasted to see him holding my hand… as was the rest of the students who knew us. I hadn’t told my friends about our relationship, and they hadn’t seen him for a whole three months, so they kept warning me about him. Max also said I was making a mistake, and I could see how hurt he was that I had chosen Randy out of all people over him. I tried to tell them all that he was better, but it didn’t help that being back at school brought back a lot of stresses for all of us. Randy was a bit short tempered again, and I was scared about him relapsing, but that very first weekend, he told his mother he wanted to see a psychiatrist, and they set up all sorts of appointments for therapy and all of that.

After that, he never even skipped an appointment, having to cancel a few dates with me to ensure he never missed one. The difference was incredible. He’d come to school acting more like he did during the summer, and he explained to me that he had anger issues due to some psychological problems, so he was on medication, and his therapist was teaching him things to do whenever he felt his temper rising. Everyone we knew at school was in disbelief when they noticed how calm and content he was, and he never picked on anyone, laughed from happiness and not from causing other people pain, and he was even keeping up with his school work, so his grades didn’t slip. He wasn’t void of negative emotion, of course, he still got angry, but now it was because of real things instead of little things, and he reacted at the level the situation needed to be reacted to. He was so much more mature, and I had no regrets.

That’s as far as I saw of that universe. Next, I found myself in a different one where I still had my old dog, Kona, and my old cat, Tiger, but we lived in the filthiest house… but I won’t go into that one, because the next pleasant one was another parallel universe with Randy, but this time, he didn’t have anger issues at all. He wasn’t friends with John or Jose, but was friends with Max, and in our freshman year, he only watched me every so often. It wasn’t until some kid was picking on me that Randy defended me, for he still developed a crush on me in this universe, and he ended up getting punched in the gut. That was all the damage that had been done because a teacher saw it, and took the kid to the principal’s office. I thanked Randy, and we introduced ourselves.

I only recognized him, as he was in one of my classes, Math I think, and I had said, “oh, you’re in one of my classes!” He said he saw me drawing a lot, and then dug into his backpack and pulled out two buttons with characters from some video game. “Do these interest you at all?” I said that they did, so he gave them to me, and that started our first conversation that led to a loose friendship.

In sophomore year (our friendship much tighter at this point), I had that sleeping attack that sent me to the hospital, and when I came back, he had a card and some balloons. He had said that his parents didn’t allow him to go see me in the hospital because they didn’t want him distracting the doctors, but I was still happy to receive the gifts. That year, he was in my English class instead of Geometry, and that bitchy teacher was harking on me for “faking sick” just so I didn’t have to do the work because I was stupid. Randy stood up, came over to me, and pulled my binder out of my backpack without asking. He held it up and said, “this thing is filled with so many notes, she has trouble closing it. She has to hold the extra papers together with a paperclip, which is getting weaker the more she adds. She’s never skipped assignments or tests before, so why would she now? I think I speak for all of us when I say you need to leave her alone and just do your job.”

The class vocalized their agreement very heartily, but she still gave both of us detention, even though I hadn’t spoken out of turn. Still, he didn’t regret standing up for me, just like any other time he’s stood up to a student, and he took pride in serving the detention.

That’s all I saw of that one, I didn’t see if we ever got together or anything. I also didn’t see too much of Max, just in some of my classes, but we didn’t converse much because Randy wasn’t too close to him after he became friends with me. I don’t think Max ever developed a crush on me, but he was definitely sturdy and able to fend for himself instead of the cowardly version of him in the other two universes.

I’m not sure why I saw these, especially in one night. I have never seen these other versions of Randy; it was always him from the first universe. It’s almost like my mind was making up for showing me that awful reality by taking me to others that showed me that, because of different circumstances, Randy was actually a good person in alternate realities. It’s comforting, actually, whether these are dreams or other universes, because it shows me that, if things had gone a certain way, Randy would’ve had the opportunities to get help. I assume the second one was a universe where Randy just wasn’t born with any mental problems. So… he was a good person overall, it was simply the paths he took that led him to different consequences, both good and bad.

Now, if the dream/multiverse theory is correct, where does my reality fall in this? I once had a dream where I was sent to a universe where both my parents never had problems, where I wasn’t a mistake, and everything was great… I was even pretty. I wonder if that’s in the same realities where I knew Randy, because in that one, I never went to California… then again, in the last dream, I knew Michael and ended up marrying him. If the theory is correct, does my universe have a “Randy?” If so, where is he? What kind of person is he? I knew a Randy in middle school, but for one, he looked nothing like this one, and for two, I’m not actually certain his name is Randy because I just know it starts with an R. Moreover, does this person even exist? Was he even born? I don’t remember anyone who looked like him in high school, but then again, in those universes, I attended a different high school…

Maybe (this is still if the theory is correct) those universes were ones where I never left Alpine. Those cliffs definitely look as though they could be in Alpine, and so does the scenery. I met Randy in high school, so maybe he never went to the same middle school I did, and I never attended high school in Alpine in my universe. What if, if this theory is correct, a version of Randy was at the high school I would’ve went to if I hadn’t moved away? I can imagine I’d move here some years later after what he did to me, so I would’ve met Michael, and Alpine is only forty-five minutes away. The only reason I moved out of Alpine was because my so called mother was a terrible person, and we had to mooch off my grandmother… who later adopted me because she and my aunt called the police on her after witnessing her abuse toward me, and custody was taken away from her. Then again, what would explain Sempai going to high school with me in those universes?

Well, Sempai does believe in fate, as do I, and she believes that we were meant to become friends no matter what life we’re living. She believes we’re “soul friends,” that reincarnation exists, and that we’ve been friends in past lives as well. What if this is all true? What if certain things led her to Alpine just because the forces were making sure we were together no matter what? It’s really crazy if you think deeply about it, and connecting certain events actually makes it make sense… I wouldn’t understand half of this if I had never seen Donnie Darko. XD

I am really supporting this theory now, but it’s nothing for me to dwell on, study, or try to prove. I just think it’s interesting and a good learning experience. If it’s real, awesome, maybe I can learn to control where I go. If it’s all bunk, cool, but my mind has a wilder imagination than I originally thought. You know, in this dream, I was able to enter a dimension where I could see and choose a universe to enter… what if that was real? That would mean that universes with magic exist, which would explain my powers and abilities in some. But if this is all real, I just have one question…

Where the fuck is the purple universe I went to when I was four?!? Everything was purple!! WHERE IS THAT UNIVERSE????!!! XD Aah, I’m glad I already forgot most of the nightmares I had last night. And my teeth are healthy, Mike is making spaghetti, we have ice cream, and my rats are rats. Today’s a pretty good day, I think. Foo, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that.

Tom Felton is More Evil than Draco Malfoy

Ready for another heavily detailed dream? Well, I’m putting a warning on this one. WARNING: Contains extremely mature content, such as violence, language, and graphic sexual themes. It is HIGHLY recommended that you do not read on unless you are at least eighteen (18) years or older. I will not be held responsible for minors choosing to read on.

Alright, let’s get this party started. So, it’s been “nightmare season” for me, and let me explain what I mean. I have these long periods of time where I have nightmares every night, extremely graphic, frightening, makes me wake up drenched in sweat, and they affect me physically and mentally during the waking hours. I’ve had these since I was a child, not too young, but still a child. They’re caused by PTSD (thank you, Erin, you filthy whore), so they are not just nightmares. But then I’ll have shorter periods of time where I will have no PTSD nightmares at all, just regular bad dreams, good dreams, and weird dreams. In my adult life, my dreams, nightmares or not, have been EXTREMELY vivid, and not only that, but the likelihood of being lucid has increased.

For those of you who really know me, you know about the significance February has on me. Now that it’s passed, I think we’re easing out of “nightmare season,” because the dream I’m about to tell you was both AWESOME and terrifying. There were only a few parts that really upset me, so without further ado, let’s ramble on.

It’s no secret that I fell in love with Tom Felton after his portrayal of Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter movies. Of course, I myself was old enough to attend Hogwarts when the movies came out, so it wasn’t until the third movie that my hormones allowed me to drool over him, especially since his hair looked FUCKING AMAZING IN THE THIRD MOVIE! But, like many Draco Malfoy fan girls, it was because of him that I fell in love with Draco, even though he’s a horrible person. I can turn him good all I want in my fan fictions, but canon to HIS universe, according to JK Rowling herself, he doesn’t have any good in him. All of these things considered, I have tons of dreams where I meet Draco and have the BIGGEST crush on him, and sometimes he ignores me when I try to get his attention, sometimes he shows a tiny bit of interest like laughing at my jokes and smiling at me, and then sometimes he full out confesses his feelings for me. And even if I’m like… fifteen in the dream, I still know I’m dating Michael, so I always feel like I’m cheating on him. I need to let myself know it’s okay in the dreams because it’s not real.

However, last night was the very first time I dreamt of Tom Felton himself. Another thing I need to explain is that I have regular areas that my dreams occur in, like in LSD: Dream Emulator, you revisit places like the Natural World, Happy Town, the Violence District, et cetera. One of these places is a huge ass hotel, bigger than it should be, and when I’m there, it’s because I’m with my high school choir on a trip to compete with other choirs. I have this bad habit of not remembering where my room is, not having my key card, not remembering the floor it’s on, having to try and track down the two girls I’m sharing the room with so I can get in, and not being able to pack in time when we have to leave. Since I was in choir with Sempai in my Junior year, she’s usually in these dreams, unless it’s my Senior year, which by then she had already graduated. But she was in this one.

Sometimes the floors in my dreams are at a decently steep slant, making it hard to walk or stand on. Sempai and I were getting coffee at the hotel’s Starbucks, which was on the peak of one of these slants, so we were hanging on to the counter while we ordered. I happened to look behind me to estimate how carefully I would need to walk down it, but I spotted the familiar face of Tom Felton down below (his hair being its natural color, that’s how I knew it wasn’t actually Draco Malfoy), and I gasped so hard, I started coughing, let go of the counter, and Sempai tried to save me, which resulted in both of us toppling down the slope, landing right in front of Tom. After plenty of groans and “ows” from the two of us, I stood to see Tom looking at us. His smile was incredibly friendly, and I think I was in the middle of having a heart attack.

I was shaking, and my voice was very high pitched as I said, “you’re… you’re Tom Felton…!” Sempai, not being as big of a Harry Potter fan as me… or not at all… only vaguely knew who he was. He said, “let me guess, you know me as Draco Malfoy, right?” When I confirmed it, he laughed and continued, “that seems to be the only thing I’m known for.” Even though he was being very nice, it was clear that he didn’t want to deal with another Draco fan girl, and it made me not want to take up too much of his time, so I simply asked for an autograph and a picture together. For some reason, I wanted him to sign my Death Note….? But he only had a sharpie, and before signing the book, he signed my face. XD I was laughing, even if the gesture felt a little passive aggressive, like he wanted to say, “you’re pathetic, go away,” but was too nice to do so.

Sempai disappeared, I think she went to the bathroom, and she had my phone, so I couldn’t have the picture taken straight away. I begged him to allow me to hang around him until she came back, so he did, and I met some of his friends. One guy was a weirdo that wore PVC “sock” puppets on his arms, but they went up to his upper arms like formal dress gloves, and the puppet heads were that of cute snakes. One was purple, and one was green. I don’t think I heard a single word come out of this guy’s mouth, only hisses when he shoved the snakes in someone’s face, and snickers when that person told him to go away. He had curly brown hair, and wasn’t very attractive. He was also very rude, picking on me incessantly because I was a pretty girl (in my dreams, I’m always extremely gorgeous). He’d make the snakes bite my butt, and Tom had to keep telling him to leave me alone.

Then there were a couple of girls, both brunettes, and I think they were sisters. They kept teasing Tom, saying, “ooh, have you got yourself a girlfriend, Tom?” It didn’t seem to bother him, it was like nothing could upset him, he just kept smiling, joking, and being friendly, even when scolding snake guy. None of his friends seemed too fond of me because Tom was now giving me his full attention, soon learning that my interest in him as Draco Malfoy did not stop me from treating him as his own person. I would ask him things about playing the character and what it was like on the set, but I also wondered about the rest of his career and he himself. I think this was refreshing to him, to be treated like a real person instead of a celebrity, though I was still star struck.

Of course, I had to deal with his other fans fawning over him too, and he was like, “every time I just want to have a vacation with my mates, I still can’t get a break.” We ended up chilling outside of the hotel on some chairs with his three friends, but still, I was his focus. Tom seemed very interested in me now as I told him about my boyfriend and what I did for a living, which had him asking me questions that eventually led to discussing our views of the world. He didn’t seemed disturbed when I told him my very extreme ideals, some that I don’t even share with anyone on the internet for safety reasons… why I didn’t filter myself, I don’t know, you’d think that’d be a sure fire way to chase someone away. However, Tom’s ideals were… even more extreme, so much that he had to whisper when he told me about them, for not even his friends knew. He still seemed so friendly, but I was close enough to see this look in his eye, a look of power, hunger for control, and a strong hint that he had a secret life, one that was dark and destructive. It made me ache to know more… did this seemingly kind man actually act on things that were mere fantasy to me?

Sempai found us (I had actually forgotten about her, something that made me feel guilty), and I finally got a picture with Tom on my phone. It was just in time because Sempai came to tell me that Mrs. Gray (our choir teacher) wants everyone to pack so that we were ready to catch the plane back to San Diego. Sempai and I shared a room with one other girl, whom I don’t really remember. Tom didn’t look disappointed to see me go, not until I told him, “I really enjoyed hanging out with you.” He looked shocked, and he said, “hanging out? Like… like as people?” He seemed to be surprised that a fan of his would consider the time spent with him as something so casual. I said, “yeah, you may be famous, but I see your personality, I see passed Draco Malfoy, and I know you’re a person like me and everyone else. I’m honestly going to miss you.”

“You view me as a person?” he asked, and I nodded. I said goodbye to him, shaking his hand, but he took some time letting go of mine, and he didn’t blink as he stared into my eyes. It was a look, not of love or adoration, but of a sort of longing, as if he were looking deeper into my body, seeing my soul, and wanting to analyze it, to find connections with his own, to let it into his world… it was as if he were meeting the first person who has ever shared his views, the first friend he could truly relate to. It was rather psychotic, and I was very upset that I didn’t have more time to pick his brain.

So, Sempai and I rode the elevator to like level sixty-something (the hotel has one hundred floors, and fun fact, floors eighty-eight to one hundred are decayed and corrupted like something straight out of Silent Hill, complete with monsters and everything. Pyramid Head is on floor one hundred, and if you can get passed him onto the roof, you can see nothing but fog, no buildings, no ground, as if the building was impossibly tall. There’s no significance except that it’s safe, and the only way down is surviving those twelve floors again and ride the elevator down, which, by the way, only traveled to one floor at a time once you got to eighty-eight, forcing you to find a different elevator to get to the next one), and we made it back to our room. The girl who shared it with us had already packed and joined the rest of our class waiting to take the charter bus to the airport. Sempai was packing, but for some reason, I couldn’t concentrate, examining the photo of Tom and I on my phone, getting a better look at his face. He had put an arm over my shoulder, my own around his waist, and we were smiling, but behind his very friendly grin, I could see something sinister, just like the look he gave me while we were shaking hands.

Just as Sempai finished packing and started saying, “you haven’t packed yet?! Hurry up or we’ll all miss our flight!” an odd smell slowly came into the room, along with a bluish mist. We both saw it come through the door, which I tried to close immediately, not wanting to find out what the gas was, but the door was too small for the frame, so it couldn’t close (this is a normal occurrence in my dreams). I was horrified when Sempai became engulfed in the gas, and her body turned blue, her eyelids heavy, and she became a mindless zombie, tilting her head at me and advancing. I felt heavy as the gas made its way to me, so incredibly sleepy, and found myself on the floor because I couldn’t support my own weight. Sempai was on the floor too, and she wrapped her hands around my throat, choking me, I couldn’t struggle, I was paralyzed, and I passed out from lack of oxygen.

When I woke up, I was in a van, sitting in between Tom, and one of the sisters. My head was so heavy, but I peered around at my surroundings, seeing that we were in the back seat, and on the sister’s other side were… my now ex-friend, Ariel, for some reason, and Sempai, who also looked confused about where she was. Then there was a rather large space until it came to the middle seats, which had the other sister and snake guy, and in the front were a man and a woman, probably Tom’s parents. Sempai and I both asked where we were, and Tom explained that it had felt so nice to be treated like a real person by people other than his three friends, that he wanted to get to know us better, even though he hadn’t shown any interest in Sempai prior. He told us that he had our luggage shipped back to our homes (which he found the addresses on our state IDs), and had informed Mrs. Gray that the two of us were not going to fly back home with them. Apparently, it took a few hundred dollars to make her okay with this, as she had argued with him, saying that she was responsible for the safety of her students.

I never got an explanation of why Ariel was there, but then again, I never do. Whenever I dream of her, we’re still friends, but I guess in this dream, she was also friends with the two sisters, so she knew Tom Felton, and I didn’t inquire about why she had never told me. This is when… things started getting really weird…

Tom and I became engrossed in a whispered conversation like the one we had earlier. He said that he could see me for who I was, that he had never met someone like himself, and that he was aroused by my personality… yes, sexually. o_O He said, “I can take you away from this world, you know. I could give you everything, give you power over these filthy pieces of trash that litter the planet, give you the power to live the way you want, instead of the way society wants you to live. All I need you to do is be by my side and swear your loyalty to me.”

“What kind of power do you have?” I asked him, absolutely entranced by this new tone of voice, a smooth growl that raised so many red flags that said, “ALERT! DANGER!” But… I liked it. He responded, “are you willing to take the risk and find out?” Common sense told me that this man was not someone I wanted to be involved with, but curiosity told me to say yes. After glancing at the three people sitting on my left, he told me to stay silent and try to be discreet, and he started kissing me. It was not affection, it was not romantic interest, it was not emotional desire… it was lust, dominance, and control. I kissed him back as if I had no free will, but when he broke it, I reminded him that I had a boyfriend. Tom said that this was the way he wanted me to swear my loyalty, and in order to live a new life, I had to make some sacrifices. I didn’t want to betray Michael, and in real life, I NEVER would, but still, my curiosity was too strong.

Telling me again to stay quiet, he had his hand up my skirt, touching me, and his other hand unzipped his pants, pulling them down and exposing himself. I remember gasping, “holy Moses!” upon seeing his penis because it was HUGE. Now, normally I find unnaturally big dicks very unappealing, nasty, and even frightening, but even though his was big, it was not too big, not enough to be counted along side the horrors of oversized wangs in some hentai I’ve seen. It’s like oversized boobs… YUCK! But this… this was desirable. He wanted me to go down on him, but I was afraid of the others seeing, though Tom said not to worry about it. Sooooo…. I did. I’ve been told by many of my boyfriends that I’m great at giving blow jobs, so in this dream, Tom was no exception.

After a few minutes, however, the sister to my left noticed, and she whispered to Ariel and Sempai what was going on. I actually heard these whispers, and my poor best friend saying, “are you fucking kidding me?” She’s always been very uncomfortable with me showing public displays of affection, even something as small as light kisses or hugging, so this was way across the line. Ariel has always been extremely rude, so she said loudly, “hey Kara, are you enjoying sucking on Tom’s lollipop?” This caught the attention of snake guy and the other sister, and I was embarrassed when they looked back, but then they met Tom’s eyes and quickly went back to minding their own business. The sister next to me hissed at Ariel, “you goddamn idiot!” The man and woman in the very front didn’t seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t care. They had a strange air about them that told me they knew things about Tom no one else did, things that he was soon going to share with me. What his friends knew was to not mess with him.

I noticed Tom glaring at Ariel as she said, “what? She’s sitting there sucking his dick like we’re not even here, and it’s gross!” The sister kept telling her to shut up, so she followed up with, “what’s he gonna do, huh? Tom, you can’t scare me with a fucking glare. Stop pretending you’re intimidating.” I was glaring at Ariel now, too, which did have her a little nervous. In real life, she was the first person to ever say, “Kara’s fucking SCARY when she gets mad,” and it was really hard to scare Ariel, let me tell you. She’s the reason I discovered this weapon of intimidation, which usually works best when face to face with someone. Back to the dream. On top of both of us glowering, Tom was muttering something. “What did you say?” Ariel snapped at him. He kept muttering for a few more seconds, and then smiled, saying, “oh nothing.” Confusion was plain on mine, Ariel’s, and Sempai’s faces, but the sister had left her seat to join the two in the seat in front of us, urging Sempai to do the same. In the mean time, Tom coaxed me into the large space in front of us, pressing me against the back of the seat and covering me with his body… protecting me…

I noticed in the back window a black car that was quickly approaching us. Ariel noticed it too, and she said, “wow, that guy is getting really close.” Then we realized it was driving toward us backward, and my gut told me what it was going to do. I asked Tom, “is this going to hurt all of us?” He said, “the rest of you did nothing wrong.” The black car rammed us hard, but only Ariel and Sempai screamed, and the woman driving even slowed down. The back door of the car opened to reveal three men dressed in black with ski masks on, and they all had guns. They drove so close to our van, they were able to open our back doors, and they snatched Ariel, pulling her in. She was screaming, and as the car slowed down, we all saw one of the men shoot her in the head. Sempai was crying, scared for her life, but my jaw was simply hanging open as Tom closed our doors.

When he returned to me, I asked, “how did you do that…?!” He pointed at the seamlessly plain black cuff on his left wrist, and I saw a very small button and microphone hole on the rim of it… he had had his left arm resting against the back of the seat while glaring at Ariel, and he had been muttering orders to those men to dispose of her. He told me all of this very quietly, not wanting Sempai to hear, though she was too busy crying and being comforted by the sisters, and snake guy was snickering again. Then, as if nothing had happened, he started fucking me, and apparently didn’t even care if anyone else in the car noticed since they knew what would happen if they argued. Apparently, even though his friends didn’t know about his entire secret life, they did know he had men… men he paid lots of money to do whatever he told them to do. In fact, these three people didn’t actually want to stay friends with Tom, they were being forced to.

While we were having extremely violent and kind-of-painful-for-me-but-it-was-okay-because-I’m-a-sadomasochist sex, Tom stabbed my neck with a syringe, injected me with some blue fluid, and I passed out again. He most likely didn’t stop his actions until he climaxed, which I didn’t hold against him later. I had a dream that I was in this nineteenth century village, and it was night time. I was tied up, a masked executioner standing next to me, telling me I had betrayed Tom’s trust, so I was to be punished. The thing I was tied to could be moved around, and at first, I thought the man was going to throw me down the well nearby, but with the help of another executioner, I was lain on a guillotine face down. I forgot to mention that I was watching this in third person, and the version of myself looked more like the real me instead of the hot mama my dream self is.

I was beheaded, and it was so painful, but my head stayed alive. It sat in the basket, and the man propped it up to sit on the neck, and then placed the basket on the ground. A procession of horses were closely following a baby pig, and I cooed at it, until I noticed that then men riding the horses were trying to get the equines to trample the poor thing. I couldn’t turn my neck to look away, so I closed my eyes, but the man held my eyelids open. Luckily, I myself didn’t see the pig’s gruesome death, but my head sure did, and it was screaming and crying. The man told me my head would forever remain alive, and I’d be forced to watch horrible things that I was weak to, such as animal abuse and murder. Then it went black. I came to the conclusion that this dream was forced upon me by Tom using that weird liquid, using it as a warning of what would happen if I really did betray him.

This time I woke up in a large house, brightly lit, very neat and welcoming, and I was lying on a white couch. I was so sleepy and groggy, it took me a moment to realize that the man and woman who were talking to me were the same ones from the van. They were super friendly, telling me that they were so happy to hear that Tom had finally made a true friend. I asked them if they were his parents, and they said no, but those who swore their loyalty to him were all part of his family. They had three children of their own; a toddler boy, a baby girl, and a second baby girl that was only a little bigger than my full grown, extremely fat rat. She needed special care, having been born way too early, and was only alive because they swore their loyalty to Tom in return. Was this man even human?

My fatigue didn’t wear off, but even so, I was asked to look after the children. I felt really sick, heavy, and I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I noticed there was a 3DS on the coffee table in front of the couch, so I grabbed it and started playing a Pokémon game that doesn’t actually exist, and apparently it was some secret cartridge developed by Nintendo, not a hack or anything. It had different play mechanics, never before seen Pokémon, and was actually really dark for a kid’s game. As I played, I still found my vision blurry at times, and I’d fall asleep with the thing in my hands, waking up periodically to tell myself to save because I kept falling asleep!

Then the very next time I woke up, it was night, dark in the house, and I was on my back in the middle of the living room floor. The baby girl was sitting on my chest, which hurt, so I said, “alright, you’ve gotta get off me, sweetie,” and moved her to the floor. However, she crawled on me again, and I told her once again not to do that. She kept doing it, and I was losing my patience. Alright, I HATE children, but in real life, I don’t hate babies as long as I don’t have to spend too much time around them. I do not believe in violence toward them, nor do I condone murdering them, as I believe they haven’t had the chance to do anything wrong that would deserve such a thing. In the dream, though, I actually wanted to throw the infant away from me… I didn’t have to, however. The next time I moved her to the floor, someone walked up and plunged a fireplace picker straight through her chest. She didn’t even make a sound, just died instantly.

“This thing bothering you?” asked Tom. I wasn’t horrified at the baby’s death, which I think was the first test Tom was giving me… would I betray him by showing empathy for the baby? He was pleased when I didn’t. He helped me off of the floor and gave me something to drink, something that woke me up and made my body feel normal again. The parents entered the room, saw the dead baby, but didn’t give any reaction, asking where the other two were. I had no fucking idea, I had been drugged! I looked around and saw the tiny baby lying in a comfy stroller made for a doll, and I pointed her out. The father picked her up, and the mother said she’d look for her son upstairs, thinking maybe he was in his bedroom. Apparently he was, so mystery solved.

I didn’t understand why they didn’t mourn for the loss of their middle child, but a few more people came to the house, and it became clear that this was some kind of cult, for they all had sworn loyalty to Tom, and actually praised him. Tom introduced me as his queen, and that they were to do whatever I said, and protect me at all costs. In the meantime, I was physically involved with him, spending most of my time in his bed.

Here comes another part, aside from the pig scene, that really upset me. Michael ended up finding out about me sleeping with another man, and I tried to explain to him what was going on, but he wouldn’t look at me, and he wouldn’t talk to me. It… didn’t really help that I was naked, wrapped in a towel, and practically covered in cum. T_T I was completely horrified when Michael took a bottle of some clear liquid and splashed it into his eyes. He did not yell, he didn’t make any sounds, even as his flesh sizzled and was eaten away. The skin was red, bloody, and had deep holes, his eyelids were gone, and both of his eyes were bloodshot, the irises discolored, the pupils red and milky. He smiled at me, though it was clear he was blind. I was sobbing, shaking him and asking why he did that. He still did not speak, but gently dropped himself into the pool we had been standing next to, because I had chased him into Tom’s pool room…? He didn’t move while in the water, and seemed to drown instantly. In real life, it takes four minutes max to drown to death.

I dragged him out, trying to get him to wake up, and I was only a little aware that Tom was watching from the doorway. The love of my life was dead, the last thing in life that he knew was me being unfaithful as a show of loyalty to this psychopath who was a physical embodiment of my own inner evils…

It was another test.

Tom asked me if I hated him now that he took away the most important man in the world to me. As he asked me this, he offered me a piece of chocolate. I stood up, wiped my tears, and shook my head. In real life, if I lost Michael, I would be the exact opposite of calm, and my own life would be in danger. However, in this dream, I managed to shove the memories of Michael aside and forget he ever existed. I took the chocolate, and Tom pat my head, calling me a good girl, and saying he just knew I was the one. I inquired about Sempai’s whereabouts, and Tom told me he had sent her home, threatening her to keep her mouth shut about what happened to us. She was safe, more or less. My old life was gone.

Another place I frequently visit in my dreams is a bakery that’s located on a corner of a really nice street that looks as though it could be located in Germany or Italy. I recognized the area as Tom and I were walking around, getting excited as I knew I had been there before in previous dreams, and when I found it, I dragged Tom into it, telling him I was a sucker for sweets. He said he’d buy me whatever I wanted, that money was not an issue for him, so I ended up getting a shit load of desserts, eating on the way home and saving some for later.

But we didn’t go home. We kept walking until twilight, and we entered a one story house that I had never seen before. I asked Tom why we were there, and he put his index finger to his lips to shush me. We entered through the back door, then walked to the living room where a man and a woman were on a couch watching television. Tom walked behind the man, grabbed the sides of his head, and jerked it to the side, breaking his neck. The woman screamed, jumping up from the couch and backing away from it, horrified as she stared at her unconscious husband (FYI, it’s not possible to break someone’s neck by hand like they show in movies and television, let alone kill them this way). I just stood there curiously, wondering what this was about.

Apparently, the couple knew Tom, as the woman was screaming, “please, Tom, please! We’re sorry! We’re so sorry!” Tom said, “you two betrayed me, [woman’s name]. You attempted to go to the police, didn’t you? I’m glad they didn’t take you seriously, that they thought it was a joke. Still… I don’t tolerate insubordination.” He beckoned me closer, and I obeyed, walking to stand next to him. “Have you ever killed someone, Kara?”

“No,” I replied, “but just like many people, I’ve fantasized about it. I’m not sure if I’m actually capable of doing it.” Tom handed me a hunting knife, the blade already turned out. “I wonder if you can pass my next test,” he purred with a grin. I took the knife in my hands, turning it over and observing the serrated blade. It reminded me of the knife Abigail Hobbs used to kill Nicholas Boyle in the TV series, Hannibal. “She’s going to fight back,” I told him, and he nodded, grabbing the woman’s hair, forcing her to her knees, and yanking her head back. “Cut her throat,” said Tom, his other hand grabbing her wrists, knees applying pressure to her legs so that she was stationary.

I approached her, and she pleaded with me, eyes begging to be spared. She told me I was brainwashed like the others, and that I could kill Tom instead, but I said to her, “no, I’m not brainwashed. We just think the same.” I ran the blade across her throat, making sure to sever the jugular vein, and Tom released her. We both watched her struggling to cover the wound to keep her blood in, gasping, shaking, and gargling all the while. Then she bled out and moved no more. The man was still alive, but also still unconscious. If he woke up, he’d be unable to move, being paralyzed. Tom asked for the knife back, then sat on the floor, took off his bottom garments, and made two large, horizontal gashes in both of his thighs. I was shocked, mentioning that there was a vein in the leg that could cause him to bleed out as well, but he assured me the wounds weren’t deep enough, and gestured for me to join him on the floor.

I didn’t really need to be instructed on what to do, my own fetish took care of that for me. I leaned over him and licked the blood from the wounds one at a time, switching between them to allow them to start bleeding again. He was petting my head, praising me, telling me that the world was ours, but I was shocked when he pulled my hair and shoved me to the floor, cocking a gun and pointing it at my temple. I was frightened at first, but then figured this must be another test, so I calmed myself and closed my eyes. Part of me expected him to actually shoot me, because at this point, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“What am I to you?” he hissed in my ear next to the gun.

“I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted calmly. “In a way, you’re my oppressor, but you’ve also become my lover, my savior, and my mentor. You’re allowing me to fulfill my urges, protecting me from their consequences, and even though you’ve robbed me of certain things I deeply cared about, you somehow still treat me like I’m the best thing that’s happened to you. What’s more, you’ve given me something that I’ve always wanted… someone else like me, someone I can relate to. I can talk to you about anything, and you understand… that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He pulled the trigger, and I flinched, but the gun was empty. He laughed at me.

“You got startled,” he jeered. I said, “of course I did, it’s right next to my ear. I did the same thing when I got my ears pierced.” Tom put the gun away, and I sat up, listening to him tell me once more that I was a good girl, but then he said, “you are the best thing that’s happened to me. I’ve craved someone to relate to as well, I didn’t even have to manipulate you, you’re just another monster like me.”

“All humans are monsters, you and I are just a different breed,” I said, and that made him laugh again. I glanced over his shoulder and saw two people staring in the window, horrified, and I grabbed Tom’s shoulder, saying, “someone’s been watching us…!” He pulled his pants back on and stood up, and the spies ran off. “Lie under the window as close to the wall as possible,” he said. “Keep face down, and if anyone but me enters this room, pretend to be dead.” As I did what he said, he whispered something into his wrist cuff, and then left the room. I admit, I was frightened because I felt like my protection was gone.

There were two gunshots outside, which I assumed killed the two who had looked in on the crime scene. They had already gotten the chance to call the cops, and after two loud gunshots, neighbors surely would panic. In fact, one of them came up to the door, banging on it and calling the names of the couple who lived here, saying that he’d kick the door down if they didn’t answer. I was preparing to play dead, but a third gunshot and a loud thump told me one of Tom’s men had killed him. No other neighbor risked going up to the door, but there were soon sirens, and I heard two cops come up to the house, swearing as they encountered the body on the porch.

“Police! Open up!” shouted one, banging on the door more violently than the neighbor had. After ordering for someone to answer the door two more times, I heard the doorknob rattle, but his partner said, “shh! Something doesn’t feel right… I think we’re being watched–” And just like that, two more shots fired, two more bodies dropping dead. There had been a third officer that stayed by the car as backup, but now he took action, bursting through the door. I kept as still as I could, and I felt him point his gun at me, but he fell for the act as he said, “jesus… what the hell?” A second pair of footsteps forced my eyes open, and I saw Tom stride right up to the officer, shooting him in the head just as he pointed his own gun at him. Then he squatted next to me and gave me a cupcake with a casual, “here you go. Stay put, okay?”

“What about you? I don’t want you getting hurt!” I whimpered. He then gave me a walkie talkie and said, “I’ll give you orders through here. Don’t worry about me, I have snipers surrounding this house. We’ll stir up some trouble for a bit before we go home.” I was pat on the head again, and he left me once more. As time passed, I was hearing sirens, police on megaphones, more shots fired that abruptly silenced their voices, more sirens, helicopters, more gunshots, the sound of the helicopter crashing to the ground… and I ate my cupcake.

“Stay still,” came Tom’s voice from the walkie talkie. “Looks like we got some big dogs. They have scanners that can pick up movement through walls, and they’ll shoot right at the wall to kill you.” I obeyed, now even more frightened for my life. A couple shots were fired, the bullets going through the walls, but they weren’t anywhere near me. More people were gunned down by the snipers, and soon, three of Tom’s men joined me in the room, each positioned at windows. The one next to me put his hand on my head, silently reminding me not to move.

As they fired at officers that came into view of the windows, one of the men got shot in the shoulder, but he didn’t make a sound, and it didn’t seem to bother him. I heard people getting evacuated from their homes, and on the megaphone was a threat to bomb the house. That’s when the walkie talkie buzzed, and Tom’s calm voice said, “run.” I didn’t need telling twice, jumping to my feet and bolting out the back door. The three men followed me, and as soon as I got to the backyard, they stood in front of me, as there were officers stationed right in the yard. They were shot, but did not fall, though blood splattered the ground. Then snipers hidden elsewhere shot the officers, and the three men cleared me to keep running.

“Hide,” said Tom, “don’t let them see you.” I was panicking, hopping a fence and trying to figure out where to go. Shots were fired at me, but they missed, and I sprinted toward a town hall building, running behind it to try and obscure myself by the stone pillars. I felt safe once I got there, until I saw an officer patrolling the building. He sighed, sitting right in front of the pillar I was hiding behind, and he got on his cell to call someone.

“They’re everywhere, we can’t even see them, but they can see us,” he was saying. “There’s no way I’m getting close enough to the action. I don’t even know who to look for. I’m being told there’s a blonde girl, others tell me there’s a blonde man, and I don’t know which way to turn.” I think he was speaking to someone back at the police station or something, but he kept peering around the pillar, so each time he did, I had to jump to the other side. “You think this is the cult that couple was talking about? Maybe they were telling the truth… this is their house, after all… isn’t Tom Felton an actor? Maybe it’s a different guy who shares the same name.”

It was just my luck… the officer had known where I was hiding the entire time, and out of nowhere, he jumped out at me, about to shoot me, but Tom was suddenly right behind him, planting a bullet of his own in the back of his head. “Well, at least you tried to hide,” he told me. He was bleeding from the shoulder, and I pointed it out. Without so much as a wince, he dug straight into the wound with a sickening squelch and pulled the bullet out. There was barely any blood. He invited me to get on his back, saying we were leaving, so I did, and he ran away from the vicinity, though we had been spotted, and we were being chased. I saw shadows of people hopping from roof top to roof top, keeping up with us, and I realized they were the snipers, doing everything they could to protect us. They were very successful.

It seemed like a dead end when we hit the ocean, and we were quickly surrounded. Tom ordered me to hold on tight, and he actually ran on the surface of the water, but it was much faster than any human could run… so fast, in fact, that I was left behind, sitting in midair in the same position. Realizing I wasn’t with him anymore, Tom stopped on a large rock not too far from shore, appearing confused. Then my body zoomed toward him and back into position. “What was that about?” he asked. “Sometimes my dreams fight with me, and I’m unable to go anywhere at high speeds,” I told him. “I think this dream actually glitched me out!” With a laugh, Tom dove into the water, and I was able to cling to him as he swam so fast, not even the helicopters could keep up.

By the time the sun came up, we found ourselves in Hawaii… I guess… Tom stole someone’s hat without them even noticing, and he put it on my head to protect me from the sun. He said it was likely that an alert had been put out for our arrest, but told me not to worry because catching us was impossible. Even so, he didn’t want me to get hurt, so he told me to stay close to him, and if we were recognized, we’d have to run again. If we planned accordingly, we could make it back home with no problem, as no one actually knew he lived there.

“You said you’d take me away from this world,” I said angrily, but he put his arm around me, smiling. “I did. You’re not in that world anymore, you’re in my world. As long as you’re with me, people from that world cannot hurt you, even if you hurt, or even kill them. I’m letting you live your fantasies, you just have to put all of your trust in me. That way, you have just as much power as I do.”

“You seem like something so evil, you could be the son of the devil,” I joked, and Tom laughed. “Oh sweetie, haven’t you realized by now?” he said, and then put his mouth against my ear and whispered, “I am the devil.” I knew he couldn’t be the same one from my other dreams, Mephistpheles was a completely different entity, but Tom was definitely some incarnation of the devil, and now it made sense why he was worshipped. He was our god, and by association, I was now their goddess. The only thing that got in my way was mortality.

After a few hours, we were recognized, so I was on Tom’s back again as he ran. He seemed to be having fun with this, and something told me he did this often, just to amuse himself. He said to me, “ready for things to get hot?” and without waiting for an answer, he started climbing up a FUCKING VOLCANO. You guys know that I’m TERRIFIED of volcanoes, right? Fire, lava, anything super hot, NOPE. So I was shouting at him, but he simply laughed and told me to keep hanging on tight. To my surprise, even as we got to the mouth of the volcano, it wasn’t that hot. “If you let go of me, you’ll burn alive,” he warned, and he leapt into the lava. It felt like warm water, and to ensure my safety, I was clinging to Tom tighter than I ever had.

He found a tunnel at the bottom of the volcano, and we went through it, coming to an underground cave that existed due to a trapped oxygen bubble underground, so we were no longer in the magma. Still, I had to keep hold on Tom, or else the surrounding temperature would kill me. He easily hopped along rocks in little magma pools, gaps in the ground, we went up and down slopes, through more tunnels, and in no time at all, the bodies of magma became less and less, and the air became cooler, Tom said I was no longer in danger of burning alive, and we climbed up a wooden ladder, and…

We were back in his mansion.

Tom contacted his men to make sure there were no casualties, and it was confirmed that they were all safe. Then Tom surprised me with something. He said, “I didn’t rob you of everything you cared about…” Curious, I followed him to his bedroom, and I gasped, seeing my rats in their critter nation. They were completely unharmed, and I was squealing, jumping for joy and hugging Tom.

Then the dream changed. Tom was gone, I was in a different room, and I was curled up in a fetal position, floating in midair, and unable to control which direction I went. I slowly floated along like a ball sitting on the surface of a pool, only changing direction when I bumped against a wall. Michael was back, and I told him I was sorry that I cheated on him and caused him to kill himself. He did not forgive me, saying that a monster like me deserved a monster like Tom. I asked where Tom was, and Michael said, “back in his home with our rats, our children, Kara. You’re trapped in this room, this purgatory I created for you. You’ll never see him again, you’ll never be able to leave, you won’t be able to move… he’ll think you ran away from him, and he’ll kill our rats.”

“He’d never do that to me!” I cried, but Michael said, “he would if he thought you betrayed him.” I told him that Tom would search for me first, but Mike said he’d never find me. Then he said goodbye and left me in this room, floating slowly and aimlessly, bumping gently against the walls, and crying my heart out.

Then I woke up, made my way to the bathroom, and threw up in the toilet.

Can you imagine if I met the real Tom Felton and told him about this dream? I’d be able to write a book called, “How to Lose a Guy in One Hour.” I mean, I really did enjoy many parts of the dream, but the parts with the pig and Michael… I can’t get the image of Michael’s acid burned face out of my head… that smile… those eyes still wide open even after death… and that last scene where I was clearly being punished for my actions…

The real Michael told me my mind hates him. My mind is just going to have to deal with the fact that I love him. Man, though… what a dream.

I Lost Apple Bloom at a Concert

(This entry says I wrote it on the 14th… but it’s the 13th… I WROTE IT TOMORROW!!!)

What. The. Fuck. This was the weirdest dream I’ve had in a long time… I remember many details, but it’s like… I don’t even know where to start! I guess I’ll just… I’ll try to keep everything in the right order, but I may not be able to remember everything that happened exactly when it happened.

So… I have an ex friend named Ariel, but she appears in my dreams a lot. You see, in the last year that I knew her, she just became this horribly compulsive liar, was doing drugs, skipping beauty school even though she was paying to go there, and overall, became a bad friend. I mean, she always had problems with lying and skipping high school, but it got way worse. So, in my dreams, she’s the Ariel that I remember being a good friend, and this dream was one of those. Now, I know nothing of her now, so I don’t know if she likes My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, but apparently she did in this dream. And you won’t believe where we went…

We went to a concert. But it wasn’t just any concert. The mane… seven? From the Equestria Girls universe came to our universe to play an exclusive concert that only MLP fans knew about. So, what I mean by seven is that it was Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer. Both Dash and Sunset Shimmer were on guitar. The problem was, in our universe, their magic of friendship didn’t work, because there’s no magic here, and they hadn’t counted on that. But I’ll get back to that in a moment.

Apple Bloom wanted to see the concert too, since, of course, her universe knew about it because Twilight had to be there. A few other ponies had come as well, but none of the mane six. In fact, it was a random pegasus that brought Apple Bloom to us, because apparently Ariel and I had somehow made an agreement to foalsit her at the concert, but the pegasus couldn’t stay. Apple Bloom was a bit nervous to be with us, especially since we knew her, but she didn’t know us, and I’m sitting there like, “I hope she doesn’t figure out that I made her a serial killer…” The odd thing was, she had a cutie mark, but it was a sparkly cloud with a happy face. Even that would be better than that stupid shield the Crusaders have, huh? Oh, and Apple Bloom wasn’t wearing her bow, but a hat that Babs Seed lent her… I don’t know why.

So, the Rainbooms performed, and because everyone loved MLP, they liked it despite the fact that they couldn’t use their magic, which shocked them. By the time the concert was over, they seemed really upset. Sunset Shimmer was trying to be the positive one, telling the others that it was okay, and that everyone liked it anyway, but there was no cheering them up. In fact, poor Applejack was so upset, she cursed for the first time in her life. She said, “everything I thought I knew was just bullshit.” Then… for some reason, she turned into Vinyl Scratch. And Ariel and I were all like, “oh! That makes sense! No wonder there are all those pictures on the internet showing AJ as Vinyl Scratch! Because they’re the same pony!” Of course, this isn’t actually true. XD I guess, in my dream, it was assumed that AJ and Vinyl had never been seen in the same place at the same time, so there was a theory that they were the same pony, and Vinyl Scratch was who AJ became when she didn’t want to be herself anymore.

Anyway, after the concert, Ariel, Apple Bloom, and I were walking around the merchandise hall (because concerts have entire halls like a convention instead of just a kiosk, didn’t you know?), but Apple Bloom was so small, we lost sight of her. So we’re running around trying to find her, but we got distracted by a room filled with sweets, and you know me, I wish I could eat nothing but sweets for the rest of my life, so I was stuffing my face with candy, cookies, and cake. Ariel wasn’t being such a pig about it, which was odd, because in real life, she was definitely a pig. We finally found her, and had to board this magical… flying bus train…? So that we could get her back to her own universe, but we accidentally missed the main one, and had to board the second one… which wasn’t the right one…

There were a lot of shady people, and apparently they all thought Apple Bloom was a stuffed toy, because they all scared her to the point where she wouldn’t talk. It became clear that this wasn’t the right magical flying bus train when the conductor started warning us about the things that normally happened on this line… the first was that it went REALLY FUCKING FAST. Did I mention that these things had no roof? Yeah, so Apple Bloom’s hat flew off, and she was like, “Babs is gonna kill me!” We had to hang on to that filly for dear life, too, afraid that she’d be blown away! But once again, we were distracted…

All of a sudden, we were in this pitch black tunnel, and surrounding us were pixels of every single color, which we could feel as tiny vibrations as we touched them, and when we touched them, we could hear the most wonderful, beautiful, calming music in existence. The pixels then filled the tunnel so that they were passing through our bodies, and the visual experience was so hypnotizing. I remember saying, “I can feel the music!” I sounded like some stupid hippy junkie, but it was true. The little pixels would hit my body, and the vibrations were so therapeutic, it was like Maynard James Keenan was in the same room and singing just for me. Hey, a girl can dream, okay?

After we got through the tunnel, the surroundings were still dark, and it seemed like we were in a completely different universe. We were all still a little zoned out from the pixels, and Apple Bloom looked more like a stuffed toy than ever, so when we tried to speak to her, people would laugh and say, “those stupid pony freaks think their toy is real.” Then the conductor said, “make sure to protect your children here, folks… they might get taken by the Snatcher. Keep your eyes peeled, and look the Snatcher right in the eye to chase him away, but he’ll come back. Stay alert.” Staying alert was a difficult task when we all felt like we had taken a shit load of sleeping medication. Ariel and I held onto Apple Bloom, squinting around for anything that might take her, because we had no idea what the Snatcher looked like. We finally saw him when he tried to take her. He was sticky, pitch black goo that moved around quickly, though he looked like the shadow of goo, not something actually material. He had two, beady white eyes, and when he tried to take a child, he’d lash out to attempt to stick to it and pull it back into the darkness.

Ariel and I kept trying to follow him, but he was too fast, so eventually we had Apple Bloom in the middle of us, and we were back to back so we could meet his eyes. We managed to fend him off a few times, but right before we finally exited the Snatcher’s territory, he got the little filly, and we both started freaking out. A few other people had lost their children, and were shouting at us for joking around, still believing that our baby pony was a toy. Those of us who had lost someone were dropped off in the Snatcher’s territory, and we were told that we had to find where the Snatcher took them. He wouldn’t kill them, but would hide them in other universes, so we had to go to those universes and locate them… but finding them wasn’t going to be easy.

First we had to watch out in the distance for any sign of our young companions through a crowd of people and creatures that the Snatcher had placed as decoys. Ariel and I were still getting made fun of for looking for a stuffed pony… But then we saw Apple Bloom briefly as she ran down a hill and vanished in the crowd, so we sprinted ahead of everyone else to get to the area where we saw her, and there was a huge box of wood shavings with items sticking out. A couple people found their kids in here, as it was really deep, and I spotted a bit of pinkish red, which I grabbed, but this was a life sized Apple Bloom that actually was just a toy. When we tossed it back and remained upset, people started thinking we were crazy. I told Ariel, “if I don’t get her back to Ponyville soon, Applejack is going to be horrified! She’ll never trust me again!!” Because… I knew her or something? I have no idea. That’s when I realized I was never actually informed on how to enter their universe, which made me panic more.

The next trial was weird, and I find it insulting that my subconscious would do this to me. We had to get through an obstacle course filled with drugs. Like fumes from burning crap, needles, pills, whatever that shit comes in. The point was to “tempt” everyone, distract them from not looking for their kids. Apparently I was the only one who had never had a drug problem. Ariel had many times, so I ended up losing her to a room where everyone was smoking pot. People kept falling for the temptation, and as I passed the junkies, they were like, “man, you gotta try this, this is some good shit…” I had to keep telling everyone that I wasn’t like them, that I didn’t do stupid stuff like that. The hard part came when I had to climb a wall covered in needles with various drugs. I wasn’t good at climbing, and I’m like, “are you fucking kidding me?” It was hard enough not to prick myself with needles when I’m sewing… but I remembered that this was to save a filly, and that was extremely important to me.

As I climbed, I did manage to stick myself a couple of times, but not deep enough for anything to enter my blood stream. I’d actually tear the needles off of the wall and toss them to the floor for the junkies to fight over. By the time I was over, I had numerous needles that I had to pick from my body, but I wasn’t feeling too sick, so I knew that not enough got into my system to where I’d be in danger of addiction… or worse. I encountered this tall stick monster that was holding a big bucket of water. In the bucket, I saw a pinkish red color, and I lunged to pull out poor Apple Bloom. She was fine, apparently the water was liquid oxygen. O_O The monster sneered at me, but I wasn’t sure why, and I carried the sodden pony away, ending up in an empty area that looked a lot like the Violence District in LSD: Dream Emulator.

I asked Apple Bloom if she was okay, but she just stared at me, grinning. Then she lifted up a hoof, and I saw a blue, circular sticker, which I pulled off. To my horror, Apple Bloom disintegrated. On the underside of the sticker, it said, “GOTCHA!” and I yelled in anger. On the spot where the fake Apple Bloom vanished was a rolled up piece of parchment, so I took it and read it… it was very loopy handwriting that gave me directions where to go, so I took the street it told me to follow, and went on from there. I think I was the only one who got through the drug trial.

By the time I got to my destination, I was, once again, in pitch blackness, but I kept walking straight. Finally, it cleared, and I was in a forest. Still walking, I exited the forest, and came to a cabin, in which I said, “no way.” Can you guess where this is going? No? What if I told you a giant man with a long, shaggy beard came out to greet me? Yup. I was in the Harry Potter universe. This wasn’t the first time. Not only that, but I had been aged down. I could tell because I was much thinner, my hair was a little longer, and the tooth I had gotten pulled a few years ago was back. Not only that, but the two teeth that got root canals when I was sixteen had no fillings, so I was younger than sixteen. My hair was blonde, I was the same height as I am now… so my only conclusion was that I was fourteen.

For some reason, Hagrid, as well as pretty much everyone else at Hogwarts, were aware that the Snatcher had dumped something that wasn’t supposed to be in their universe… into their universe, so I was expected. I was still a Muggle, though, so many charms had to be lifted in order for me to even be able to see the castle. Since I was a Muggle from a different universe, this didn’t count as exposure. Not only that (I say “not only that” a lot), they were completely aware that they were in a book. Hagrid explained to me that it was a couple days after the second task of the Twiwizard Tournament, so I realized that I was in the fourth book. That explained why I was fourteen. It was strange, because, even though the characters knew they were in a book, they didn’t know how the book would end, so Hagrid told me, “I know ye’ve read the series and all, but don’t go interferin with the plot, yeh hear? Don’t go tellin everyone what’s gonna happen, or’ll that’ll change the book.” Me: THIS IS SO COOL!!!!

I was dressed in robes to blend in, but still, everyone knew who I was and why I was there. I attended some classes, because in order to find what I was looking for, I had to answer questions about their universe. When I was in Potions, the Slytherins were laughing at me, ya know, cause I was a Muggle, and I was FASCINATED WITH EVERYTHING THEY WERE DOING BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING!!!!! I went up to Pansy Parkinson and said, “ya know, I’ve heard you Slytherins aren’t very pleasant.” But I smiled at her because I already knew everything about them and what would happen. Though, when I saw Draco Malfoy, I couldn’t help but smile at him because… well, I always fall for him in every dream I have with him in it. I think I saw him smirk, but I wasn’t sure if that was him flirting back, or if it was because he thought I was scum.

Apparently there were some rules to having me in their universe. Time was actually stopped, though the characters on the Hogwarts grounds were in motion for the sake of helping me. They were unable to speak of me after I left, even if they remembered me, so Rita Skeeter wouldn’t be able to write about me. It’s not that they weren’t allowed to, it was that they couldn’t. It was weird. I decided to follow the Gryffindors around, hanging out with, you guessed it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. There were times when I had to stick my fist in my mouth and say, “must! Not! Interfere! With! Plot!” Transfiguration was cool, and Hermione was extremely impressed with how much I knew, and I told her, “well, it was you who taught me a lot of it.” I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to do magic myself, even when Harry tried to let me use his wand. I said to him, “I didn’t expect much. I am a Muggle. In my universe, magic doesn’t even exist.” He and his friends were all fascinated by this information, but Harry remembered a time when he thought magic didn’t exist too.

After Professor McGonagall had me answer questions about events that had happened in the first three books, I hung out with the trio outside, even though it was kind of cold, it being February. I explained to them who I was looking for; a talking adolescent female pony with pinkish red mane and tail, and yellow hide. I told them that she wouldn’t look like a normal pony, that her head and body shape would be much different, and her eyes would be big and expressive. I ended up drawing a picture of her. Then Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle came up to us and started jeering about “the great Harry Potter mingling with a Muggle from an inferior universe.” Harry and his friends were about to defend me, but little teenage me couldn’t help but go up to Draco and start flirting with him. I told him he was cute, and his expression looked a mix of disgust and flattery. Harry did not look happy, and when the Slytherins had left, he asked me what that was about. I said, “to be honest, I’ve always had sort of a crush on Draco, especially after seeing who played him in the movies.” Hermione and Harry both asked, “there are movies based on our book series?” and Ron asked, “what are movies?” It was super weird when Harry later confided in me that he had sort of a crush on Draco too, and I was like, “am I in the right universe? Are you sure this isn’t a fan fiction?” He told me that his character was written to have a crush on Cho Chang (I couldn’t tell him about Ginny), so he had to do whatever was written about him, even if he was aware of his true feelings. I said, “it must suck to not have any free will unless universes collide,” and he nodded. But he said it wasn’t so bad, because he did like Cho a lot, too, since she wasn’t an ass like Draco was.

I managed to pass all of the tests I had to go through, but there was one final trial. I guess you don’t have to have magic blood to ride a broomstick? So I was to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team in a game of non-magical Quidditch, which had something to do with long sticks with foam at the end, looking like giant Q-tips… I DON’T KNOW, but I was really bad at it. I ended up saying, “it’s not my fault! I can’t move well in my dreams!” We ended up losing against the Slytherin team, so my search for Apple Bloom couldn’t continue. The thing was, no one knew where the filly was, not until I completed a series of events to unlock that information… so instead, they had me swim in the lake with a bunch of small tentacle creatures that would latch onto me, which stung. It was like they were just balls of jellyfish tentacles. I was supposed to collect them without getting stung, but I couldn’t manage that either! Afterward, I took a break at Hagrid’s.

I ended up asking him, “listen… something really bad happens at the end of this book… it’s a matter of life and death… am I still not allowed to tell anyone about it? Not even Dumbledore?” His expression became more serious, and he allowed me to inform him that Voldemort returns. He was horrified, naturally, and I told him the entire story of what happens in the maze, Cedric Diggory’s death, the graveyard, and I was about to tell him about Barty Crouch Jr., but the sky had suddenly grown dark. It was weird, because, since time was stopped, it wasn’t possible for it to be night time. Hagrid said he made a mistake by allowing me to tell him that, and we ran outside of the cabin. Every character, including him and I, had chains coming out of our chests, a metal loop at the end, and they were floating in the air horizontally. He told me I had to find Apple Bloom’s chain and leave this universe quickly.

To my great surprise, Draco found her first, and he ended up carrying her to me. She was shaking in fright, and when I took her, Draco was giving me this look, like he knew something bad was going to happen, and he didn’t want to stay. A hole formed in the ground, trying to suck me in, and I gripped Apple Bloom’s chain loop tightly in my hand, but Draco didn’t look like he wanted me to leave him, so I took his chain loop as well. Hagrid shouted at me, saying I couldn’t take anything bad into another universe, or I’d upset the balance, and we’d be stuck between dimensions forever, but the three of us were sucked into the hole.

It was dark, and we seemed to be underwater, but were able to breathe. I was trying to tell Draco that he didn’t have to be bad, that he could come with me. We were still stuck between universes, so my age hadn’t returned to normal yet. In fact, Draco’s hand was clasped around his tie, which he had taken off, and the other end was stuck where the hole had been. He told me he didn’t want to be away from me, because I guess he had fallen for me or something (T_T cliché), but he didn’t want me to be stuck in limbo forever. Still, he also didn’t want something bad to happen in his universe. He ended up kissing me, and then whispered in my ear, “come fix it.” I still had a firm hold on his chain, but when he used his wand to open the hole back up, as it hadn’t fully closed, the blast forced me to let go of, not only his, but Apple Bloom’s as well. I was shot back into his universe without either of them. This had broken so many laws of nature, time resumed, but the sky remained dark.

All of the characters had free will, but the written events still had to happen. They could speak and interact with me, but I still couldn’t actually be written into the story. Time kept trying to stop again so that it wouldn’t upset the book, but I wanted to, not only save Draco and Apple Bloom, but save the Harry Potter universe as well. Draco had told me to fix it, so I was going to try.

Ready for another cliché event? Harry ended up falling for me too. I knew Draco would be upset, but I guess I went out with Harry. This is like a cringe worthy fan fic where the author writes themselves as the character’s love interest. I told Harry I wish I could’ve gone to the Yule Ball with him, actually made it fun instead of unpleasant, but he said that might’ve kept him from finding out Hagrid was half-giant before Rita could write about it in the Daily Prophet. He asked me what happened with Draco, and I told him he wasn’t actually that bad, that he does bad things in the later books, but him falling for me had changed it somehow. I explained to Harry that I needed to speak to Dumbledore, but I wasn’t able to, as time started to speed up, and it was almost the third task. Actually, I had to hold Harry’s hand as tightly as I could, because he was written to enter the maze, and even though he wanted to stay with me, he had no control over what his feet were doing.

I ended up screaming at him about what happens, that Alastor Moody was not the real Moody, the real one was in his trunk with the many locks. The imposter had put Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, and the Twiwizard Cup in the maze had been turned into a Portkey. I explained about Cedric’s death, and Harry ended up saying, “well, if I don’t go, Cedric’s still going to get sent to the graveyard and die!” I told him, “I know, and it’s horrible, but if you go, Voldemort will return because he needs your blood to complete the ritual! That’s why I need to tell Dumbledore what’s going on! You cannot enter that maze!” He was trying his hardest to allow free will to trump his written actions, but just then, another hole opened in the ground, and Draco came out, still holding Apple Bloom. He looked really upset that I was with Harry, but I said, “it won’t matter after I leave your universe, I have to take Apple Bloom back home, and then I have to go home!” Both Harry and Draco said they wanted to come with me, that it was the only way to make sure Voldemort didn’t return, and that Draco could be turned good. The hole was still open, trying to suck me back in because the filly and I didn’t belong there, but both boys latched onto me as tightly as they could, and we were all taken away.

I said that I didn’t know how to get to the MLP universe, I didn’t know how to willingly change universes at all. We weren’t falling, but swimming in the water that existed between dimensions. That’s when Draco and Harry started arguing about who deserved to be with me, and I told them my real age, that I would be an adult once I entered a dimension that would return me to age twenty-six. They started to wonder if they’d get turned into adults if they entered my universe, but I couldn’t be sure whether they’d be seventeen, or if their age would be determined by the epilogue at the end of the seventh book. Then I also told them that I actually had a boyfriend back home, but said to Harry, “I don’t think it’s me you should be focusing on. Isn’t there something you want to tell Draco?” This led to an embarrassing conversation between the two teenagers as we searched for Apple Bloom’s universe. There seemed to be giant bubbles with images in them, giving me a preview of each universe. It was night time in all of them.

After Harry confessed that he had a crush on Draco, there was an absurd suggestion of a polygamous relationship between them and me, but I interrupted by telling them I found three bubbles, but wasn’t sure which one was the MLP universe. All three images were exactly the same, which I actually don’t remember what they were. We entered the first one, and I felt a weird sensation as I was becoming a cartoon. Apple Bloom suddenly became her Equestria Girls version, and when I looked back at the boys, they were drawn in that style, WHICH WAS WEIRD. And don’t ask me why Apple Bloom hadn’t been a human in the human universes, because she just wasn’t, dreams don’t make sense.We all ended up falling pretty hard onto the ground in the middle of nowhere, but I found a puddle and looked at my reflection. I was now in my late teens, as were the boys, but I was cradling a younger teenager that was Apple Bloom.

“Is this really what I look like here?” she asked, looking in the puddle and feeling her head. “Why’s my head so big?!”

“This is the wrong universe,” I told Harry and Draco. “How do we get back into limbo?”

“I managed to find the bubble to our universe to get back,” said Draco.

“We don’t belong here, maybe we can try to make one of those holes open up like before,” said Harry. Even though Apple Bloom was only a little shorter than me, I still hung onto her because I knew she’d become a pony again later. Both wizards started casting spells so that the EG universe would expel us, and they finally managed to do it before any of the EG characters could walk by and see us. Once in limbo again, we were still drawn in that style, but after we entered the second MLP bubble, we all became ponies. I was now a young adult, and looked like the pony version of myself that I drew. We all landed in a fountain, and it was definitely Ponyville, but the fountain had been damaged, and the entire town looked abandoned. Apple Bloom stayed close to me, but when the three of us humans tried to walk, we were having immense trouble. Not only that, when I looked around and saw who was in the vicinity, I said, “uh oh.”

It didn’t take long for us to be surrounded by seven ponies that I recognized. Apple Bloom was shocked to be looking at herself, only the other one still had her bow. Pinkie Pie and Babs were there, but so were my versions of Marble and Limestone, as well as Minkie Pie.

“Oh god, we’re in the Muffins universe,” I told my group. “I didn’t even think this could happen.”

“What’s the Muffins universe?” Harry asked.

“This is Ponyville, but why does it look so different?” said Apple Bloom. “Why is there another me, and why…” She spotted the other Apple Bloom’s cutie mark; an apple stabbed with a knife. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“This is a fan fiction I created,” I explained, nervous as the bakers eyed us in suspicion. They didn’t look like they wanted to welcome us. “In this universe, all seven of these ponies are cannibalistic murderers.”

“Even me?! And Babs too? Pinkie Pie…?!” said Apple Bloom in horror. The wizards behind me, who had been turned into unicorns, weren’t very happy either, having not known that I had a dark side.

“It’s just fiction! But… I have a feeling that, now that we’re in their universe… this could get very real…” I said. Apple Bloom pointed out that Inkie and Blinkie Pie resembled Marble and Limestone Pie, but she didn’t recognize the last one. I told her that Minkie Pie was created before Maud, so she was Pinkie’s sister instead of Maud Pie.

“Who is ‘Maud Pie?'” were the first words that Pinkie spoke, her voice actually being my impression of her.

“Why’re there two of me?” said Muffins Apple Bloom, also in my voice.

“Listen, we’re not a threat, okay? We’re all from different universes, and I’m actually the creator of this one!” I tried to tell them. Babs looked ready to start wailing on me, and I was terrified, because I had made her really strong, but Inkie Pie stopped her.

“Minkie, do your thing,” she said. Even though I created her, seeing her face to face was actually just as terrifying as I made her sound. I knew what she was doing, and we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I created you,” I told her softly. “I based you off of my own past. I’m the reason you’re so troubled, why you were locked up, but I’m also the reason you got out, got reunited with your family, gave you friends, and gave you something to be happy about. I gave all of you bakers your personalities. If you kill any of us, all of our universes will be damaged. If you kill me, your universe will be stuck in time. Haven’t you wondered why it’s so dark?”

“We thought that was odd, yes,” she replied. It was weird hearing my voice come out of these ponies… which reminded me…

“You know I’m not lying,” I said in Minkie’s voice, and everypony froze. “You know I’m not lying because you are me. I gave you the power to tell when somepony is lying because I can do it too, just not as well as you. You know I’m being honest because I don’t lie.” Then I switched to Derpy’s voice, looking at the pegasus. “Derpy’s Minkie Pie’s friend, so Derpy trusteds her when she trusteds somepony else!”

“Wow!” exclaimed Derpy, clapping her hooves.

“Wowie zowie!” I exclaimed in Pinkie’s voice, which caused the party pony to gasp loudly.

“WOWIE ZOWIE!!!” she repeated.

“Ya really created us?” Babs inquired in astonishment.

“Well, for six a ya, I only created certain aspects,” I explained in her voice. “In your canon universe, you’re not serial killers, and crime doesn’t even really exist.” I switched to Inkie Pie. “I did not create Marble or Limestone, but I gave them these appearances and personalities.”

“My name is Marblestone,” Inkie Pie corrected.

“Only because I accidentally confused your name with Limestone’s,” I replied, speaking in my normal voice now. “You are originally Marble Pie, but because of my mistake, you’re Marblestone Pie. Both of your canon versions look completely different, and Marble is… well, the exact opposite of you, Inkie. Minkie Pie is the only one of you that I completely created. The rest of you are just my versions of the originals.”

“WHO IS ‘MAUD PIE??!!'” Pinkie demanded, and I shook my head.

“Your original third sister that was created after I made Minkie. Be glad I didn’t give you a Maud, because she’s really boring.”

“Kara, I don’t like this place! I wanna go home!” said Apple Bloom.

“That’s my original voice?” asked Muffins Apple Bloom. “Pretty close, I guess…”

“She’s right, though, we really do need to leave. Minkie, I know you believe me,” I said, and she nodded.

“She’s telling the truth,” she told the other bakers. “Though, I think you’ve figured that out by now.”

“How are you going to get back to your universes?” Blinkie Pie demanded, and I laughed at the bossy attitude I had given her.

“Harry and Draco need to use magic from their universe to open up another portal,” I said, looking back at the stunned stallions, but then they quickly hopped out of the fountain. Harry was patting his body.

“Where’s my wand?” he wondered, but saw Draco’s horn.

“I think it’s on your head,” he said, “you’re a unicorn.”

“So are you!” Harry laughed. “Um… Expelliarmus!” A spark of red light hit Draco, and he was thrown backward, but there was nothing to Disarm. “Oops! Sorry!”

“Magic doesn’t work that way here,” I told them. “There are no incantations, not like that anyhow. But that’s perfect, maybe that’ll kick us out.” I turned to the bakers. “Stand back, I don’t want you getting sucked into limbo too.”

“Wills you ever comed back?” Derpy asked sadly.

“I can’t promise anything, but maybe.” They all looked rather disappointed, and I was too. If I stayed in this universe, it’d give me a chance to actually find out what it feels like to actually kill someone without consequences, that way I could understand these characters better… then again, even though I was a pony here, I loved animals way too much. I don’t think I could kill one… but they didn’t look like ponies from my universe. What a conundrum.

Reducto!” cried Draco, blasting a patch of dead grass and dirt.

Stupify!” Harry said, though he didn’t Stun anything because there was nothing to Stun, just singed the grass. They both looked at each other.

“It feels weird, it’s weaker,” Draco complained, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“Maybe if we cast the same spell at the same time in the same place, it’ll open a hole,” he suggested. “But what spell should we use?”

“Harry, Draco doesn’t have as much practice with certain spells you’ve learned this year to get you through the third task,” I said. “Try the Disarming Spell again.” Both unicorns aimed at the place in the grass that Draco had damaged, and in unison, they shouted, “Expelliarmus!” I heard the bakers gasp as a hole opened, and I held onto Apple Bloom again as we were getting sucked toward it.

“I’ll try to visit you guys!” I shouted at my characters. They waved, and the four of us were plunged into limbo once more.

“I can’t believe ya made me a serial killer!” Apple Bloom shouted at me.

“Actually, it wasn’t me, it was the guy who originally made Pinkie Pie a killer. I just added onto it,” I told her. “Don’t worry, it won’t affect you or your universe in any way.”

“So, this one must be it, then?” asked Harry, and I nodded. We went into the last bubble, and landed in the same exact fountain, but it was intact, and Ponyville was alive and unharmed.

“Woah, what a difference…” Draco muttered. We were once again surrounded by ponies, but this time, it was the mane six, a few background characters, and both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. I felt exhausted, releasing the filly in my hooves, and she ran to Applejack.

“What took y’all so long?!” she barked at me. “We were worried sick!”

“I had to ask the princesses for help, they only just got here!” Twilight added.

“We had a huge mishap,” I said. “Please forgive me, I had to do a lot just to save her from being trapped in another universe.”

“It ain’t her fault,” Apple Bloom said. “She really did keep me safe… actually, most of it was pretty fun!” Celestia addressed me.

“These two stallions are not from here, are they?” she said, and I shook my head.

“I don’t expect you to know where they came from, they’re from the Harry Potter series.”

“Which one?” the princess laughed. “The book series? The movie series? Or one of the countless fan fictions?” I was shocked, but smiled.

“The original book series, the fourth book to be specific… but…!” I had just remembered. “I needed to tell Dumbledore something! Cedric Diggory is going to die, if he hasn’t already–”

“You’ve interfered with the plot?” she asked sternly. “No wonder everything is off balance… didn’t they warn you not to do that?”

“Yeah, but… Draco wanted me to change it… and no one else wants Voldemort to return either,” I said. Celestia shook her head, looking back at her sister.

“I’m going to need you to help this girl get back to her own universe, Luna,” she said. “I’m actually on very good terms with Dumbledore. I’ll return these two wizards, and I’ll have a talk with him.”

“If we return, we’re going to act as we were written to do!” Harry protested.

“I possess magic much different than wizards in your universe do,” she told him. “Some may say it’s stronger. I will be able to hold you in place while I speak to Albus. Our worlds will remain imbalanced until we are all returned to our proper places.” Draco and Harry approached me, looking sad.

“We want you to visit us again,” said Harry.

“If you match our age in our universe, there really shouldn’t be a problem, right?” asked Draco, and I laughed.

“Er… we’ll see. I didn’t want to tell the bakers this, but… I don’t think I’ll be able to travel like this again. Magic doesn’t exist where I come from,” I said sadly.

“You’d be surprised,” Celestia argued with a smile. “It’s small, but it’s there. As long as you don’t try to change plot lines again, you’re welcome to visit any universe.”

“How do I do that?”

“How did you do it today?” said Luna. I thought a moment, but it clicked.

“I’m dreaming,” I concluded. The princesses nodded, and Celestia pulled the chains from Draco’s and Harry’s chests with her magic so that she could hold onto them, and Luna did the same with me.

“Let’s get you all back to where you belong,” said Celestia. The alicorns ripped open two different holes, I waved goodbye to Harry and Draco, and they waved back. Despite everything, Apple Bloom was also waving, and finally, I was back in limbo, and Luna was able to find my universe and place me back in my own bed. She said something to me, but I never got a chance to hear it because Michael was waking me up at that moment. I remember groaning a lot. XD

At some point in the dream, I remember thinking, “I’ve gotta visit my Reitanna Fiction universe at some point.” Of course, now that I’m awake, I doubt universe hopping is going to be something I can do, lucid or not. My dreams just drop me wherever, and if I’m lucid, I still can’t decide where I want to be. Hell, sometimes when I try to ask Satan to help me in a sticky situation, he either turns out to be some dude in a costume, or he doesn’t show up at all. He used to show up ALL THE TIME. Even flying has become rather difficult for me.

But yeah, that was my dream. I can’t even describe how scary it was to be face to face with the bakers. I was sure it was going to turn into a nightmare. As for Apple Bloom’s cutie mark, I think that meant she was supposed to be from a fan fiction universe, and not the canon one. But what could a sparkly, happy cloud represent? XD That would also explain why Applejack was basically Hanna Montana. T_T So strange… Plus, where were all the other MLP fan fiction universes? I probably just didn’t look hard enough? Anyway, I haven’t had a vivid one like that in awhile, and what’s more, it actually wasn’t a nightmare for once. I’m glad I remembered it fully when I woke up, now it’s documented, so even if I forget it, I can read it over! YAY!!

I wish we understood dreams better.

My Mind REALLY Wants Me to Kill Myself

I’ve had a week of straight nightmares. Lately they have been streaks of three or four days in a row, but no, not this time. Last night’s set of nightmares had me crying when I woke up about twenty minutes ago, and I feel rather sick to my stomach, but I’ve got one of my rats on my lap to help me. He’s cleaning himself.

So, most of the passed week’s nightmares have been centered around bad dream Mike, you know, the guy who looks like a fatter version of my loving, caring, gentle boyfriend? The one I’ve been trying to kill to keep him from appearing in my dreams again? The one that seems to be able to control what happens to him so that he can’t be killed? Yeah, that one. Well, last night was pretty bad. I don’t remember most details, so I apologize. It doesn’t help that my head is pounding.

There was the usual, which was bad Mike emotionally abusing me, threatening to leave me, flirting with other girls, making me think he’s already left me only to come back minutes later, telling me I’m worthless and annoying… and a leech. This one is the worst because Michael and I have a very snuggly relationship, meaning we are both leeches toward each other, and that’s a good thing. But no, not bad Mike. He needs his space all. Of. The. Time. Probably to fuck my female projections that are way hotter than me.

Naturally, since I’m not on my day medication while asleep, my dream self turns into the worst part of me. This makes my behavior bad, and that makes everything worse, chasing bad Mike away even further. When I’m begging him to come back, he either says, “yeah, I’ll think about it,” or, “maybe, if you can go five minutes without being a whiny bitch,” or just, “nope. I don’t love you anymore.” Sometimes he adds, “I never actually loved you anyway.” Bad Mike acts this way because he’s a combination of all of my bad relationships, mostly Tyler, who did most of this stuff to me. Bad Mike is what I’m afraid the real Mike might turn into, but we’ve been together for over seven years; if he hasn’t turned into this yet, he’s never going to.

Rat status: Tommy just farted. Had to put him back because he started pooping. He doesn’t usually poop out of his cage, but I guess he hadn’t gotten a chance for a morning evacuation.

Of course, during these dreams, I’m trying to beat the shit out of him, but either I can’t catch him, or he’s stronger than me. He actually tried choking me at one point. Multiple times in the dream, I found myself “waking up” in a new scenario, one worse than the previous. Why was bad Mike suddenly a huge chick magnet? And these girls would pretend to be nice to me, but then tried to kill me! I can feel pain in my dreams, and I can’t count how many times I was struck by this metal, curved spike on a string about the size of an eagle talon. They even tried to blow me up with bombs hidden in things I like. They were all like, “here, you can have this!” But I knew something was wrong about it, so I flew away, though this time I could fly because I was part moth… and they continued chasing me, sneering, “what’s wrong? Don’t you want this? We’re just trying to be nice to you!”

Eventually, I was in this circular library that had many stories (floor levels, not books), so, to try and hide, I flew up as far as I could go, though they were close behind. I manages to find my way into this hidden nook that was a miniature replica of the library’s first floor, but it was a non-colored paper sculpture in a style like this:

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Though, it wasn’t inside a book, but it was layers upon layers of yellowed paper to create a 3D scene, and there were no words printed on the paper. It was dimly lit, ironically just like that bottom sculpture, which is strange because I only just found it, I’ve never seen it before.

When I landed carefully in the middle of the mini paper library, a tiny paper monk came in through the door. He was only about three inches tall. He told me that I was dreaming, and that, in order to escape the nightmare, I had to wake myself up.

“I know I’m dreaming. But I never know how to wake myself up. Screaming doesn’t work,” I said, bowing to him as though her were a guru… maybe he was.

“You know how to wake yourself up,” he said. “It’s in your head. Just concentrate.” So I closed my eyes, concentrating as hard as I could at the prospect of waking up, and I felt myself suddenly sink, and then shoot awake with a gasp that made me dizzy. I remembered saying, “oh my god, oh my god,” a lot because I was so amazed it had worked, and I had fallen off of my bed. It woke Mike up, and he asked me if I was okay. For some reason, I didn’t tell him the details.

So, I was flying around, not realizing that I was still dreaming even though I was flying and nothing worked right, and I made friends with some ponies. I’ve had dreams like this before, and it’s normal for me to try and hang out with Pinkie Pie, but for some reason, she just goes about her party pony business, hardly acknowledging me. For some reason, Rainbow Dash was missing, and we were all at this weird carnival. I was the only human… slash moth……. so all of the games were run by ponies. I was calling out for Dash and asking everypony if they had seen her, but I wandered onto a go-cart track and ended up getting run over.

Immediately, I woke up in a large, nearly empty house that Mike and I had apparently just bought. It was amazing, but Mike was acting like an asshole. This is where I had to convince myself that I was awake, and this was all normal. But I had a bird and this weird lizard… the lizard was about the size of an adolescent bearded dragon, but it had frills like a Chlamydosaurus kingie (frilled-neck lizard), and was lime green. It had a tiny spike on its nose like a rhino, sharp teeth, and seemed to have no organs, it’s belly slightly translucent and filled with air. You could just… squeeze it like a plastic, hollow toy…

I wanted to introduce it to the bird. Why, I’ve no idea. So I took it out of its cage and held it up to the bird’s cage. The bird was a small blue canary, and didn’t seem to give a shit about the lizard, but the lizard put up its frills, opened its mouth wide, and made this frightening hissing scream that was very loud. Still, the bird didn’t care, but the lizard was freaked out. It kept in that position even when I took it away from the bird, and it kept stabbing me with its horn and biting me. It was really painful, and it caused me to bleed.

Then a bunch of people were trying to kill me again! I thought, “oh shit! I really am still dreaming!” The lizard was really fighting me, so I dropped it, and it ran off. I was back in the library, but the walls were liquid, hands reaching out to choke me. There were children with knives and scissors, trying to stab me, so I flew back up to the nook where the dream guru was. There was a child in there, so I had to hide until he left. After slipping back it, I bowed to the tiny guru.

“It didn’t work, I’m still asleep,” I said, and a tiny praying mantis with a picture of Disney’s Mulan’s head on its face scuttle up to me and started tearing at my hands and fingers. Just for fun, let’s photoshop such a mantis:

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Yes, it was on a scrap of paper like that and everything, and the mantis itself was about the size of those little brownish-grey crickets you get at the pet store to feed to your lizard. Anyway…

“You may have to give in to the thing you wish not to experience,” the guru said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Let them hurt you. Only then will you wake up.”

“But I don’t want them to hurt me… there’s got to be another way. Maybe I just didn’t concentrate hard enough last time…” So I closed my eyes again and did the same thing I did last time, but after this one, I woke up inside a crappy moving truck. I was still part moth, but I hadn’t realized it, even when I flew out and above to see what was going on. I was happy to be awake though! So relieved that the nightmares had stopped!

The moving truck was stopped on the side of a road in the middle of the desert, and Mike was there, along with some projections that appeared to be slightly redneck men. I say slightly because they weren’t very strong stereotypes, sort of like AJ Styles. I flew back down, apparently knowing them, and they had me push this dingy dog house to the back of the top of the truck. It was made out of plywood, had no paint job, and looked as though it wouldn’t stay up in a slight wind. So the men helped me strap it to the back of the truck, and they had me tape a paper cross to the front.

“Church on the go!” I laughed, the others chuckling as well.

“This way, if people ask why we ain’t at church, we just say we got our church right here!” said one of the guys. This was all really offensive, but I think we meant it to be. I went up to Mike to see what he was doing, and I tried to hug him, but he shoved me off and told me to stop being a leech. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach, and all of the men turned to face me. That’s when I said, “no, no, NO! I’m still asleep!” They all became very terrifying and charged at me, but I flew away as fast as I could.

I just ended up in the library again, where everyone was throwing things. Right now, they were throwing large, plastic, multicolored balls that were the size of a soft ball and very hard. I remember what the guru said about letting them hurt me, so I did. I closed my eyes and told myself, “let them hurt you, it’ll wake you up, let them hurt you…” over and over again. The balls collided with my body, and it hurt so bad, I started to get covered in bruises, and then people started stabbing me with ice picks.

Now, the rest of this happened so fast, it was like flipping through channels to find what to watch. I was suddenly in a different area having my nails torn from my fingers, then another area where people were cutting me open, and what looked like the white inside of a lobster coming out instead of organs, then in another, I was getting my limbs broken, and next, my eyes pulled out, then my face torn off, then my head being severed, and finally, I saw myself in third person being dipped into a vat of acid, and then brought back up to see my flesh melting away from my bones like hot wax, though my eyes still remained. All through this “cannel flipping,” I was screaming nonstop, even after the things should have killed me. It was terrifying to see my own skeleton staring and screaming at me while its skin just dripped away.

Then I finally woke up for real, gasping and shaking. I turned over to see Michael still asleep, so I touched his arm to wake him up. I think he could tell by the look on my face that I had had another nightmare, so he snuggled me while I cried. After a few minutes, I told him that he could go back to sleep if he wanted to, but I had to get up or else I might fall asleep again and just have more nightmares.

Rat status: Now I have Sammy on my lap. He’s cleaning himself.

So… yeah… that was my night. I know Michael isn’t like he is in the dream, and it helps to wake up to the real him, but it doesn’t change the fact that the nightmares put a lot of strain on me, causing emotional stress that my brain really doesn’t need more of. But there’s no way to prevent nightmares. Dream catchers are just a placebo, one that doesn’t work on me anymore.

I wonder how long this streak is going to last. It sure has been putting a damper on my mood during the day.

 

(Sorry for typos, I didn’t proofread this.)

My Dreams Have Continuing Storylines

It’s fascinating, really, how the mind weaves dreams into either utter chaos, uncertainty, and randomness, or complex overarching tales that are revisited and progressed forward days, months, even years after they started. I can’t make sense of this phenomenon, and I’m not sure who can, but I’ve noticed it many times in my life, now having three instances where my dreams have continued a story. It’s like when I fall asleep in this reality, I wake up in a new one, going about my days normally.

However, my tasks in that other reality are anything but normal. I will explain the very first instance of continuing dreams. This storyline has been going since my childhood. When I was a kid, I wanted very badly to fly. This was my urge to escape the confines of her violent hands. I did not understand that humans could not fly, but when I fell asleep, that no longer mattered.

I began to learn to fly. Sometimes I had help, a teacher to tell me what I should and should not do. Other times, I had to practice by myself. It took many years to learn to fly in my dreams, but I eventually got the hang of it as a young adult. Sometimes I still struggle, but otherwise, I can fly freely. These dreams have shown me my own struggle with learning how to do this, and I have many times mentioned to dream people, “I am only learning how to fly right now.” In dreams after I learned, I have periodically said, “it took me years to learn how to fly.” It’s as if I was taking a journey in my mind while asleep, getting closer to my goal over the span of uncountable years.

The second storyline is one that started after I graduated high school. Now, everyone has school dreams, and they don’t stop after you finally are able to leave. However, in my school dreams, I am not my teenage self, but my present self. I have voluntarily gone back to high school for another four years to graduate for a second time.

I’ve had the normal struggles: finding my classes, accidentally losing my schedule, not remembering the code for my locker, trying to remember which periods I had breaks between, trying not to be late for school, and trying to remember which bus I had to take to get home. Not only that, but all of the students eventually get familiar with the fact that this twenty-something year old woman is working on her second high school graduation, as do the teachers.

I can leave at any time. I don’t have to be there, I’m not required to do any of the work, and I can miss as many days that I want… this just means I’d be giving up my goal of graduating a second time. Naturally, school is just as annoying as it always was, so there are days where I consider giving up and just not going anymore. However, something tells me to wake up to my cell’s alarm each weekday morning, do my makeup, and take the morning bus to school.

I hang out with friends, though my real self doesn’t know their names. I often have problems socializing with anyone I’m not close to, which, again, is normal. It’s difficult to find certain classes when the layout of the school changes every couple of dreams, or I look at my schedule and that classroom doesn’t exist. But I managed it, I graduated a second time to add to my GPA, getting a seven point something. Because, ya know, you can totally do that.

I thought I was done with it, wondering what I was going to do now with two high school diplomas. Well, apparently I decided that seven point something wasn’t high enough, so I am currently attending school for another four years. I don’t know why I decided to go back, I mean, it’s not like I miss it. Sure, there are a couple things I miss, but otherwise, school was hell. It’s a little easier this time around for some reason.

But then… just recently… this third storyline began. You know how I just said school had been hell? Well, now I have a job… in actual Hell. Yup. I am not sure if I died or not, but I first went to Hell a few months ago. I was confused, not remembering dying, and I was asking everyone else where I was. Apparently, all of these other people worked for the devil, who preferred to be called Mephistopheles. Because that name is so long, I’ll just call him Satan in this blog.

Now, I have to make this clear: I AM NOT SATANIC. I don’t believe in the devil. I’m non-religious, which means I don’t believe in even having a religion. But apparently God and Satan both exist in this second realm I live in. Maybe I did die. Heh, I was surprised by my death, not by where I ended up.

We all congregate at this huge mansion. It’s practically never ending. It’s always extremely dark outside, almost to the point where you can’t see unless you have a flashlight. Inside the mansion, it’s dimly lit by mostly neon bulbs, which is pretty cool. We all have to take turns with maintaining the house, having a white board that shows who does what chore for the day. Aside from that, we also have the actual jobs which we get paid for. I’m not sure what this currency is we use, but it’s just a bunch of dull yellow coins.

On like my second day there, a girl told me Satan wished to speak with me personally. Apparently this was rare, and it either meant something really good, or… torture. You can’t die again, but you can definitely feel pain. She didn’t know which it was, so I was terrified, and also excited. I mean, this was my boss, as well as the most important being in Hell. You don’t get fired if you lose your job, you get eternal damnation!

So I slowly made my way toward his office, having trouble walking like I always do in dreams, and ended up floating there instead. Floating is a bit harder to control than flying, and sometimes I go in directions I didn’t mean to go, but I got there. His office is large, cluttered, and… checkered. Seriously, the floor and the walls are black and white checkers. I sat in front of his desk, but he was turned away from me. As soon as I sat, he spun around, and my heart jumped into my throat, partly because of him being my very scary and evil boss, but also because he was extraordinarily attractive; I had never seen him prior to this meeting.

To my surprise, he was smiling kindly at me. He told me how he picks his employees, and that’s by reaching into people’s minds and finding their inner evil. He only chooses the most demented and ruthless people to work directly under him. (As a side note, I’m super badass in the dream realm, and I don’t hold back my urges. I worked for the Yakuza, but got fired because I was too ruthless, and other than that, I’ve killed a lot of people just from anger.) Everyone already knows how he chooses them, and they take great pride in it, but I told him I was confused as to why he was telling me this personally.

“Because I’m looking for a protégé,” he told me. “Someone who is nearly as evil as I am, you know, to train, to have someone to take over in emergencies.” He explained that he was very impressed with my lack of empathy, as well as my willingness to torture and kill. He said I was the most unmerciful person he’s seen in Hell since… well, he said some serial killer’s name, but I can’t remember who exactly it was. He was choosing me to be his protégé.

I was scared. “What if I’m not very good?” I asked him. “What if I fail you?” He told me I wouldn’t… how he was so sure, I had no idea, but this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up for something as trivial as fear. I’m in Hell, I wouldn’t last five minutes if I didn’t let go of my fears. Besides… he was sexy. Can’t argue with a man that has a face and body like that. He’s no goat-man, trust me.

I mainly fly everywhere because walking is tedious, but sometimes I’m reduced to walking when in the mansion. I’m not gonna lie, I always refuse to do the chores by saying, “oh, I forgot to look at the schedule,” so someone else has to do them. There are two girls I don’t get along with, one really skinny and pretty Latina, and a very large and muscular girl whose ethnicity I can’t quite figure out. They always push me around, and they’ve sent Satan complaints about me not doing my chores. He’s never spoken to me about this, so I assume he doesn’t give a shit. He treats me kind of special.

The work we have to do involves going to the “real world.” So, it’s the dream realm’s version of this realm. It’s more like this realm, but you can tell things are sort of different. There are never any stars out at night, civilization is more progressed, and daylight isn’t excruciating. Sometimes we have to go up, invisible to the living eye, and manipulate the environment. We have to cause minor to major accidents, whisper in people’s ears to get them to do something, or tweak the weather. I remember one day I was working with two guys that I was on good terms with, and we were at a skate park. One guy was causing the skaters to fall off of their boards, while me and the other guy were making up fake news reports on the radio they had. It was hilarious.

Satan is able to communicate with us telepathically, and we all have been given different powers to aid us. For example, we can teleport and move very quickly. Teleportation took me some time to get used to, but I get more one-on-one time with Satan than everyone else does. After getting used to the basics of the job, he gave me a special assignment that is usually for the higher-ups. I had to crash a high speed train that travelled on tracks above a city instead of on the ground. It was at night, so it was hard to see, and I had to track the train down myself. There was a lot of teleporting involved, but I finally managed to catch up with it, short circuit the wires that powered it, and caused it to fall off of the tracks.

I noticed a lot of jealousy after returning to the mansion and collecting my payment at the career kiosk. Some asked me why I, a rookie, was allowed to derail a train. I told them, “that’s what Satan asked me to do, so I did it.” I was supported by very few, for I don’t have many friends there, but Satan praised me immensely. I’m rather disliked because of all of the time I get to spend with him, like he considers me a friend instead of just a student.

Other jobs to be done are to kill living people when it’s their time to die, and drag them to Hell if they’re not sucked up into the sky by God. I had to visit Heaven once to speak with God, and all of the angels glared at me. It’s not like I wanted to be there. Sempai had been permitted to visit me in Hell, but she accidentally stayed too long, so God locked her away in his prison. Satan told me to go up and plead with him, tell him it wasn’t her fault, so I did. I wasn’t supposed to fly around him because it was rude in Heaven, so I had to awkwardly walk into his chamber, nearly slipping on the tile. Long story short, God agreed to free my best friend. Why she was dead, I will never know.

Sometimes I do feel like more than a student, and not just because of my special privileges. Satan has me keep him company for most days, telling me funny stories, making fun of his other employees, and just hanging out. He’s really chill when he’s in a good mood. Now, this is what’s going to sound weird, but it’s just how things are done in this business. There’s a select few with whom he’s formed romantic relationships with, and I was shocked when I was no longer an exception. Yeah, it’s normal, and considered an extreme honor. Basically, if you’re sleeping with the devil, you’re the shit. I didn’t really have a choice, but I didn’t try to refuse either. Dream Mike (who is also dead) said it was okay, and he actually said, “you better get in the big guy’s pants!” This version of dream Mike is different than the bad dream Mike, who is very much alive, but I’m trying to kill. If I kill him, I’m hoping he won’t show up in my dreams anymore. He’s the meanest, most selfish, and abusive douchebag you can imagine.

Anyway, I’m considered very important, and Satan remains my only true friend because everyone thinks it’s unfair that he plays favorites with me. It doesn’t bother me much. As long as I stay on Satan’s good side, no one can touch me. However, last night I made him really mad, and he almost dropped me completely.

So, I’ve become pretty selfish with him, and I don’t want to share him in any sense of the word. But besides me, he’s got like two other girls and one guy, and I always get really jealous when they’re around. Still, I seem to be the favorite, even though the two chicks are way hotter than me. I guess Satan prefers the mind more than the body. I started to get possessive, and even began beating the shit out of the guy, as well as insulting the girls. Well, this annoyed Satan, and there is no in between content and angry, it’s either one or the other.

First, he starts giving me the silent treatment, throwing me into an empty dimension so I couldn’t find him. He wouldn’t talk to me, and it was upsetting. This dimension looked like an every day suburban house, complete with bedrooms that belonged to children. However, no one lived there. I started to try and plead with him, telling him I was sorry for being a leech, and that it wouldn’t happen again. I thought he had forgiven me when he made a hamster appear in the house for me to play with and love.

I spent a few hours with the hamster, but I don’t remember the name I gave him, and Satan eventually showed up in the house. I went to hug him, but he pushed me back so violently, I fell onto the floor. Then, in front of my eyes, he ate the hamster I had bonded with. I cried, apologizing over and over again, pleading for forgiveness. He knelt down next to me and pet my head.

“I do this because I care about you,” he said. “What you did hurt me, and you needed to be taught a lesson. If this happens again, you’ll never see me again, and the rest of your days will be nothing but agony and misery. Do you understand?” All of this was said so gently and kindly, but it still scared me. I told him I’d never do it again, so he brought me back. I guess he wanted to test my loyalty after all of that, so he made me engage in a sort of orgy with him and the other three. Just to make him happy, I didn’t put all of my focus on him, and started making out with one of the girls.

For my act of… uh… participation, I guess? He rewarded me by bringing Rem and Ezio back to life. I cried again, but from happiness, and I hugged him. I don’t think he really wants to hurt me, but he’s the law, so he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He really is much more caring toward me on a regular basis. Hopefully I can avoid pissing him off again. It may sound crazy, but I like being his student/friend/mistress (?). I guess. Whatever I am to him. He gives me attention that I like, that’s it.

And it’s not like these storylines are all separate, no. I’ve learned to fly, and go to school, and work as Satan’s protégé in Hell. And of course, on the side are my other dreams, the ones that seem to have no rhyme or reason. I always know, though, I always know about the things I do, and even talk about them. In fact, half the time, I’m actually lucid. When I had that meeting with God, I told him, “sorry, sir, I have trouble walking in my dreams because my real body is laying down.” Night before last, I had a nightmare where I was screaming, “Michael! Wake me up! Hurry, wake me up!” but it didn’t reach my vocal chords, so I didn’t scream out loud like I usually do.

Sometimes I can call on Satan for help in nightmares, and he takes me back to the mansion to escape. It’s rare, and I’m not sure why he can’t save me every time. It’s kind of frustrating when he doesn’t respond to my calls. Part of me assumes he’s busy, and then the lucid part says, “fuck, maybe he doesn’t exist in this dream.” I wish I had more control.

When I tried to kill bad dream Mike a couple nights ago, the pistol I tried to use had no bullets, and the only weapons I could find were ice picks, pins, and small screw drivers. He seems to be much fatter than real Mike, so when I stabbed him in the belly, it just sank into the fat. He sneered, “you can’t kill me.” I tried to find a knife, but I couldn’t find one anywhere. I’m afraid he might be controlling the environment in the dreams he appears in, making it so I can’t kill him. Maybe this truly means that, if I kill him, he won’t bother me anymore. He really causes me stress, but it’s nice to wake up to the real Mike and remember how he truly is. I need to find a way to arm myself before falling asleep. Problem is… I can’t control my lucidity.

Are dreams just dreams, or are they something more? Are we really going to a different realm and living a second, immensely different life? How is it that my mind has given me this second life that’s just as dynamic as living a real one, just… unrealistic? Well, one thing I know for sure is…

I’m REALLY badass in the dream realm. XD

I Died a Lot Last Night

… and experienced quite a lot of torture. I can’t remember certain details of each dream, but I’ll try to give you the gist of them. I also don’t know what order they were in.

I used to have this friend, and she was one of my best friends until she started doing drugs and lying about everything. We’ll call her Taylor instead of using her real name. Whenever I dream of Taylor, we’re always on good terms, but last night, it was different. The entire time, Taylor was only pretending to like me so as to lure me into a death trap.

She ended up drugging me with sleeping medication, so I was very sluggish, and my vision was blurry. I heard her say, “I hate everything about you. I hate your face, your voice, I hate your choice of music, I hate the colors you wear, and I hate how you always tell me something isn’t a good idea. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been planning this for years.”

She was able to drag me along because I was too sleepy to fight back, though I tried, and she took a small vial that had a red and yellow striped wasp inside. Then she opened it and poured the wasp onto my hand, and it stung me twice. God, it hurt so bad. I’ve never been stung by a bee or wasp, but being allergic runs in my family, so in my dream, I started to go into anaphylactic shock. Someone else saw this and called an ambulance.

I was taken to the hospital, but the paramedics threw me into a storage room and locked the door, saying, “now you’ll endure a slow, painful death, just like Taylor planned.” So they were in on it. Somehow, I ended up escaping, and trying to find a place to hide, though I was weak, could barely breathe, and was delirious. Nurses and doctors were all trying to find me (on Taylor’s orders), and when one did, he picked me up and carried me to a room. He lay me on a hospital bed and injected me with something, right in my chest. Slowly, breathing became impossible, and everything went black.

The next one I remember was that I was the “friend” of a very wealthy woman with long, scarlet hair. Apparently, her husband was planning to kill her, but little did he know, she was planning to kill him and all her friends, including me. I found this out, and the other women were running around, trying to hide from this maniac, but I decided to beat her at her own game. She thought she was hunting us, but I was hunting her.

When she was closing in on one of the girls, another girl stabbed her with a katana. The wealthy woman somehow fused with the katana, and her entire right arm became a giant blade. She killed all of her friends easily, except for me, who was watching from the attic. I kicked a box to make noise, and then I hid behind a different one. The sound attracted the woman, and she came up to look for me, searching the area the sound came from. This gave me a chance to climb down the attic ladder.

Her husband met me, and he said, “I never knew she had it in her! I wanted to kill her because she seemed so weak and useless, but this is great!”

“You do know that I’m going to slaughter that bitch, right?” I growled, and he punched me in the face, I recoiled and ran down the hall as he said, “hunny! The last one is down here!” So they came chasing after me, but I was far enough ahead that I could slip into a bathroom and hide. They ran right past. I searched the bathroom and found a pair of cuticle clippers. Then I heard the woman say, “I’ll check our bedroom, you check the kitchen!” This was my chance.

While the woman was looking under her bed, I slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She jumped up, frightened, as her katana arm had gone back to normal, and she had no weapon. My weapon was pathetic, but still useable. She backed away from me with a nervous smile on her face.

“You know I was just kidding, right?” she said with a laugh. “I was going to kill my husband so that you and I could have the money all to ourselves!”

“I have a hard time believing that,” I told her, advancing.

“And what if I’m telling the truth, huh? You’d kill a perfectly honest person!” she begged.

“I’m willing to risk it.” I lunged at her and stabbed her jugular with the clippers, but just to be safe, I continued jabbing it into multiple areas of her throat. She finally went silent, her body still.

I managed to escape, but soon, I had helicopters after me. The husband has discovered his wife’s body, and he called the police, saying I was the one who killed all of her friends, and then her. I got shot in the shoulder, but still managed to steal a motor boat and try to make my getaway.

I thought I was safe after a few hours when I swiftly took a different direction and threw the police off. I then hid in a cave until everything was silent, and then carefully made my way to the next town. However, the husband had been hiding on the dock, so when I got out of the boat, he tackled me and beat be to death with his fists.

This next one involved the most torture. I was working for the Yakuza, a brand new member, and the boss intended to use me for paperwork and computer stuff. However, he found out how ruthless I was because of my lack of empathy for people, so he pulled me aside.

“How do you feel about death?” he asked. “Are you scared of it?”

“No,” I replied, because for some reason, I was fluent in Japanese.

“What about corpses, do they bother you?”

“No.” He led me to this small pool that had two corpses laying in the water, both decently composed. Naturally, I thought it was pretty cool. He introduced me to another member.

“This is (we’ll call him Taro). He’s responsible for disposing of ‘problems.’ However, we feel he’s a bit too soft for the job, so I want you to help him.” The boss handed me a paper grocery bag, and it was heavy, and wiggling slightly. “Get rid of this. I expect the job to be done by the time I get back. You have five minutes.”

Not knowing what was in the bag, I tipped it over the pool, and a baby fell into the water. It started crying and struggling, and Taro whimpered. Without any feeling, I placed my hand on the baby’s face and pushed it under the water. Taro didn’t move. I turned to him and said, “well? Help me.” He whimpered again, and slowly put his hand under the water, helping me keep the baby under.

“I don’t like this…” said Taro, “I’ve never disposed of a child before…”

“Oh, stop being a pussy,” I told him calmly. When the baby stopped moving, I stood back and wiped my hand on my shirt. Taro was shaking and wringing his hands.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this… I’m such a horrible person…” he said, tears in his eyes. A combination of left over thrill from killing the baby, and my hatred of people took me over. I wanted to do a little experiment. I walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Yes, you are,” I said kindly. “You’ve always been a horrible person, even when you were just a baby, like the one we just drowned. You don’t choose your destiny, Taro, it chooses you.”

“I don’t like being a killer!” he cried, sounding like a scared, helpless child.

“We all have to do things we don’t like,” I said. “Boss was right, you are soft. You should feel terrible for how much of a coward you are. If you’re a terrible person, you should just accept it. If you can’t, you might as well kill yourself, because you can’t change. There’s no going back, no fixing what you’ve done. You can’t change your destiny.”

By the time the boss came back, Taro was carving into his wrists and chest with a box cutter, and I was just watching him. Boss called for a few other members, and they quickly tried to wrestle the cutter away from him, but he was very determined to hurt himself as much as possible. There was blood everywhere. The boss turned to me, fury on his face.

“What did you say to him?!” he demanded.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Yes you did, you little cunt! Come over here and tell him something to fix this! Stop him!” Though I didn’t want to, I told Taro that I was just kidding around with him, and that he should stop cutting. He did so, but he didn’t look happy about everything that had just happened. Then the other members seized me.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, trying to pull away. “I stopped him, didn’t I?”

“You’re too dangerous,” said the boss. “Too ruthless, even for the Yakuza. If you literally feel nothing toward us as human beings, how can we trust you? How do we know you won’t try to kill us?”

“I won’t, okay? Just let me go,” I said exasperatedly.

“I don’t think so,” said the boss. “I want to make you feel the pain you just caused Taro.” They all took box cutters and began replicating the injuries that Taro caused himself. It was absolute agony, but I accepted that they were going to kill me. I weakly told Taro to come closer as they were cutting into my chest. He did so, and I hissed at him.

“You’re still a worthless coward.” Then I grabbed his wrist where there was a huge slash, which was bleeding freely, and I started sucking on it, drinking the blood. I did that until they finally killed me, and everything went black.

Then it changed to another animal hoarding dream.

That was the most physical pain I had ever felt while dreaming. I’ve been having violent dreams for a few months now, but usually, I dominated them instead of being brought down. I’ve also never killed a baby before. I’ve killed children, but never a baby. I don’t think the most advanced dream interpreter could tell me what that means.

Just for the record, I’d never actually kill a baby. :/

Baby Foxy?

Alright, I don’t have many Five Nights at Freddy’s dreams, but I sure had one last night!

So apparently, I lived in a world where Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment really existed, and so did the animatronics. Since in real life I played the game, in the dream, I had worked in one of the facilities, having experienced the horrors of the animatronics myself. Then, somehow I went back in time… way back in time…

I don’t know what year it was, but at the facility, there was only Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, but other animatronics were in production. Nothing spooky had happened yet, or at least, nothing the public was aware of. Michael and I were walking around, and for some reason, we kept finding dolls of Futurama characters, which hadn’t even existed yet. He found one of Bender, and I went down a hall, explaining to him I had found one of Roberto. He was just outside the hall, so I said, “I found one of Roberto, but he was really damaged just like–”

I was about to say, “just like Foxy,” but instead, I let out a loud squeal. Just before I was about to finish my sentence, a three foot tall animatronic came waddling out of a back room, and it stared up at me. IT WAS THE CUTEST THING, and I recognized it immediately. It was Foxy, but he was a baby, as if the animatronics had a baby phase and actually grew up into adults. He was in perfect condition, looking brand new, and his form was very simple and chubby. The differences were, he didn’t have an eye patch or a hook, so it seemed as though he hadn’t originally been meant to be a pirate.

I died, of course, picking him up and hugging him, knowing full well who he was. When it comes to cute things, I really can’t help myself. He seemed to like the attention though, so he allowed me to carry him out of the hall. I showed him to Michael, who was like, “that thing almost killed you in our time, and you’re hugging it?!” I told him that Foxy was just an innocent baby, and maybe giving him some love would help his future self. Mike shrugged and wandered off somewhere.

I sat against the wall and played with baby Foxy, who took his stubby hands and started batting them on my face. He meant to be gentle, but he was made of metal, so it was more firm than it would be if he were a real fox. It didn’t hurt, but it did make me flinch. I started baby talking to him, and he spoke back. It was a like a child’s voice coming from an old radio, even worse quality than a Furby. I could still understand him though, and he said, “do you want to sing a song with me?” He was programmed to entertain children, so naturally, he was going to do that, even with an adult.

Two other animatronics came out, and they must’ve been rejects or something, because I had never seen them before. There was a big, fat hippo, and a small, but long and thin lizard. The hippo had bongos, and the lizard had an ukulele, so they started playing and singing, and Foxy hopped off my lap, faced me, and began to dance, singing as well. I was clapping along, enjoying the cute little fox’s performance, and eventually Fredbear came up to sing with them, though I’m not sure where Bonnie was.

After their song was done, I took Foxy’s little hands and danced with him a little more, but then Michael called out to me and told me to “come look at this.” I said to Foxy, “I’ll be right back, sweetie, don’t go anywhere, okay?” He looked extremely sad, but I gave him a hug and went to see what Mike was looking at.

I don’t think Fazbear’s Pizza was actually Fazbear’s pizza. It was more like an indoor playground, and so far, it didn’t seem too popular. There were paintings of cartoon versions of Fredbear and Bonnie, games, playground equipment, and a bookcase for adults to read while they supervise their kids. There weren’t many people in the building, so it was really quiet.

Mike led me to the bookcase and pointed to a book titled, The Joy of Creation, which is funny because, in the first game, Freddy says something really fast on the phone on night five, and you can hear him say “the joy of creation” in it. I opened the book and saw that it was about what inspired the creation of this entertainment center and the animatronics, as well as the work put behind it.

I came to a page that showed sketches of scrapped designs for animatronics. The hippo, Hippy, and the lizard, Zardo, were shown there, but there were a few more. However, baby Foxy was also there. I was shocked to see that Foxy was there, since I knew he is a character in the future. The page also explained that Foxy, Hippy, and Zardo were all built and programmed to simply test how the systems worked, but were not to be kept as characters. They were stowed in a back room after testing, but I guess they hadn’t been turned off… or they had been, and they turned themselves back on.

I didn’t blame them for scrapping Hippy and Zardo, because they were kind of lame, and Zardo wore a sombrero and spoke with a stereotypical Mexican accent, so I felt he might offend… then again, this was a different time period… but there was nothing wrong with baby Foxy. He was perfect in every way, so cute, friendly, funny, and docile.

I went back to find Foxy, and he came running up to me, hugging my leg. I picked him up and ventured to find the manager. When I found her, I explained that I had read about the scrapped animatronics in The Joy of Creation, and that I felt Foxy should stay on as a character. (While I was talking, Foxy was nuzzling my cheek, and he had the collar of my shirt clutched tightly in his hands.)

“The only reason we feel Foxy isn’t suitable is because he has problems getting attached to people,” said the manager. “I’m not sure how you found him, or turned him on, but we feel it’s best to keep him away from people.”

“I’ve spent lots of time with him today, and he seems to be fine,” I said. “Maybe if he gets a lot of attention, he’ll grow out of this ‘mommy phase.'”

“Well, we’ll see…” she replied, but didn’t seem too sure. Again, I took Foxy out to the main room to play. He preferred me to sit down so that he could be at eye level with me, and he spent a lot of time sitting on my lap while we spoke to each other. He started to call me “mama,” which I thought was cute, and at the time, was too blinded by this cuteness to see that there was indeed a problem. He would tell me all about how he loves to sing and dance, but he’s scared of Fredbear and Bonnie because they were so tall. He also told me he wants to eat Zardo, but his “wittle teef awr too smawl.”

After quite some time, Michael came back and said there was an emergency we needed to tend to somewhere else. I said I didn’t want to leave Foxy, but Mike told me we could come back later. I set Foxy down, and he looked even more anguished than before, and I could tell he didn’t want me to leave.

“I have to go for just a little bit, Foxy, okay? But I’ll be right back, I promise,” I said. Foxy just stared miserably at me, so I said again, “I promise, I’ll be right back. We’ll play again in no time, alright?” He nodded slowly, and Mike and I hurried out.

For the life of me, I don’t remember what was so important, but it took us much longer than I thought. The sun had gone down, and the sky was dark by the time I went back to the entertainment center without Michael, which stayed open until ten. It was completely empty, except for the employees and manager, but something was different. The paintings on the walls had changed. Instead of the characters smiling and looking happy, they looked enraged. I had a really bad feeling, so I ran around the place, calling out for Foxy.

Hippy and Zardo came out of nowhere and tried to attack me, but Hippy was too slow, and Zardo was too small to be any threat. I knew, however, that if I met Fredbear or Bonnie, I’d be in trouble. I came face to face with the manager, and I asked her where Foxy was.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “something must’ve upset him really bad, the animatronics are going haywire, and the paintings have changed! I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Um… I think this is my fault… I told him I’d be right back, but it took me longer than I thought, so he must think I lied…” I mumbled.

“I told you! He has problems with getting too attached! He thinks you’re his mother or something!” she yelled angrily at me. I felt even more guilty, and rushed away, continuing to call out Foxy’s name. He finally crawled out from under a table, and I knelt down, holding my arms out. The look he was giving me was of pure hatred, and my heart broke when I saw it.

“I’m sorry I took so long, but look! I’m back, just like I promised!” This didn’t seem to make him feel better, and I knew his trust in me had been broken. He actually hissed at me, and both Fredbear and Bonnie burst into the room, heading toward me alarmingly fast. They were like eight feet tall, and their eyes were just as murderous as Foxy’s. Having been through this before, I screamed and ran back to the entrance. When I was outside, the two enormous animatronics were still hell bent on chasing me down, wanting to punish me for hurting baby Foxy, so I had to continue to run.

I ended up bumping into this young man, just a little younger than me, and he saw what was chasing me. He grabbed me, and we got into this weird go-kart he owned, and I knew it probably wasn’t street legal. It had been rigged up so that, not only was it really fast, but it was also armored to protect the riders inside. We drove away as fast as we could, and I mentioned to him that I was terrified of riding in cars, but he said I’d have to deal if we wanted to get away from those things. He introduced himself as Lucas.

The car was surprisingly swift and fluid, but I still scared me, and I expected to be chased down by cops at any moment. Just then, we saw a delivery truck with the Fredbear logo on it, and Lucas was unable to avoid it, so we crashed. We were so strong of a car, it tipped the truck over and broke the back open. I got out, and froze in fear, seeing the animatronics of Chica, Bonnie, Freddy, Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Freddy stand up, having been lying on the ground from the crash. They all stared at me, a horrible, evil look in their eyes, and I thought they too were going to attack me, but then they turned away and started walking in the direction of the entertainment center. Apparently they were being delivered, but since the truck crashed, they had to get there on their own.

Lucas took me to his friend’s house to try and figure out a way to get me home, and all the while, I just sat on the couch and thought. I came to the conclusion that I had caused the animatronics to go crazy. I made it so Foxy had trouble trusting people, developing abandonment issues. (Of course, this is nowhere near the actual explanation in the real games.) The other animatronics became protective over Foxy, even as he grew up. Freddy, becoming the leader after Fredbear, would be responsible for wanting the staff to keep Foxy as a character, so they redesigned him as a pirate. Interaction with children in Pirate Cove caused him to feel pain, remembering how his “mother” betrayed him, which caused the bite of 87. It was my fault, and If I hadn’t shown baby Foxy love, the whole thing in the future would’ve never happened.

I felt awful, wishing there was a way to fix what I had done, but I had to find a way to get back to Michael so we could return to our own time. (Why we went back in time in the first place, I have no idea.) Lucas started to like me, so he kept making excuses not to let me go, but I told him he and I wouldn’t work out because I was with Mike, and we planned to get married in a few years. I told Lucas that he was sweet and attractive, but I loved Michael, and nothing would change that. He eventually admitted defeat.

On the way to trying to reunite me with Mike, we came by this gang that had both boys and girls in it, and we started to get in a fight. Lucas took down some guys, but I managed to fuck up this red headed girl so bad, none of the other girls wanted a piece of me, seeing as how I didn’t have a scratch on me. This impressed all of the guys in the gang, so they let us go.

I woke up before I had a chance to see Mike again, but it’s okay, because it was the real Mike that woke me up! Here’s what baby Foxy looked like:

baby foxy