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He looks around, and finds himself in a room. The room is toxically pink, with a tv in the middle of it. The door is open, lightly playing Charli XCX. A person is in the middle of it.

...Dancing in the darkness

They can learn luck

Keep the silence…

They wear black wireless headphones and equally black sunglasses. Their leather jacket is pink, covered in various patterns of the letter z. The person/aspect gestures for him to sit down. He does. He feels himself floating away.

...Crystals on the skyline

Cut the midnight

Alterable light…

The aspect, for he now sees that that is definitely one of those, momentarily looks alarmed, then catches a pink face mask that they throw him on his way out as he crashes through the ceiling, the aspect looking slightly alarmed at him, holding out their hands for a few seconds. He floats through various flashes of colored bubbles.

...You’re the one that can make me stay

You’re the only one who makes me feel this way

You’re the one that’s been stealing stars

Your golden arrow went through my heart...

He sees himself watching TV in that very room. It is playing a scene of a movie that he can’t see, but he could see himself and the other two laughing at and critiquing it. He can almost hear them, but it is like it is underwater. He wishes he could be his counterpart there. They didn’t act like they knew who he was, or even cared at all. They acted like they loved him, for what that was worth. He could almost forgive that terrible shade of pink, if only for a second.

...You’re the one that can turn the page

You’re the one that came along and unlocked the cage

Now I’m dancing in the dark...

He sees a portal, looking black and white, against a wall. There is a number on the wall, but he can’t see that number that well. He is in there. He can tell he is in there.

...Flying through the black night

You’re the angel in the new light

Running through the thunder

I need to cover, so follow low...

He puts on the face mask, and sees for the first time why he didn’t dream before. He removes this block. He then feels something missing because he did that. He looks alarmed for a second, and removes the face mask.

...Yeah I’m dancing in the darkness



Three years before I was feeling so heartless

But your bright shined through

Now I’m drinking love potion

When I lie next to you...

He sees himself in a room with a couch in it, and another person looks back at him with a happy smile, while leaning against the wall. He recognizes the back of this man. His smile is truly a smile. The wall behind the man is covered with pictures of his interests. He couldn’t see what those were very well.

...It’s a criminal feeling

Happiness cries and the tears are dreaming

My body is screaming

I’m staying right here

No, I’ll never be leaving…

He sees a sword and a club, a cloud of an unidentified substance, a DVD, a starmap, several sheets of graph paper, a small hat, a carton of lemon juice, and a spot that seems empty. He places the mask on it and it glows before he breathes in to…

His own room, a beautiful and tasteful shade. There is a splat of paint on his wall. It contrasted with the tasteful yellowish off white of his walls and the silver of his terrariums. It doesn’t stand out that much, but he knows where it came from. A note flutters down from his ceiling. He doesn’t know who this is from.

“Hello! Meet me at Bean There Done That...”

He scowls at the pun, but then again Thomas loved puns. It wasn’t his fault that he loved them personally.

“... At 3:00, maybe…”

He kept reading.

“...I think we might have something to help each other out, Dee…”

He didn’t know them. It was probably a reputation thing that they even knew his name. The paper smelled like licorice and was stained with various off white stains, some of them green, some of them coffee colored, some of them pink, some of them just clear, but he could tell they had been there due to the wrinkles in the paper, as well as the gold sparkles adorning them, which were subtle but were there for a keen eye to spot, if you looked closely.

“...will talk more there…”

The writer signed with a flourish.

“...Sincerely, Remy, your friendly neighborhood Sleep aspect.”

Hmm. Maybe this could work. He would have to find out. He checked the time. He had slept in that long?

The thought scared him for a second, before he remembered to feed his snakes. He did so, and they were grateful for that. Also that the time was 2:40, and he had no idea where Bean There, Done That was. Then he remembered Thomas also had a bad habit of sleeping in even later then 2:00 as well, so this Sleep aspect had probably slept in, as per his fellow Sides, Aspects, Figments, and other Mindscape figures.

He would stumble upon it eventually, he thought, as long as he thought about it and walked in the direction he thought it was in.

Another figure was walking that direction. He had a goofy grin on his face. He could almost recognize them, in some crazy point of deja vu. They spoke, with that dumb, but rather genuine smile.

“Emile Picani. Do you how do?”

He chose to ignore the referencial tone to that, and said,

“Are you also not going where I am going?”

They replied, this time with a smarter version of their smile.

“That depends, Kaa! You going to click your heels three times and say ‘go to Bean There Done That,’ by any chance?”

He shook his head.

“ No.”

“Well, hot dog hot dog hot diggedy dog! You are going, aren’t you?”

“Can’t you not show me?”

The happy smart figment cheerily replied,

“Certainly, Dip dot!”

“I am Dip dot. If you don’t call me that again…”

Emile smirked a little.

“Now, Dee! If you can’t say somethin’ nice, then don’t say nothin’ at all!”