Trickster: Are you really going to write about that? Surely there must be better stories to tell?
Pichu: Like what?
Trickster: Well, like the nightmare you had last night. Wouldn't you like to tell me about it?
Pichu: Weren't you already there? I can distinctly remember you showing up.
Trickster: Well, I won't deny I was there. I still have the taste of rotting wood in my mouth.
Pichu: Huh, didn't taste good? I would have thought you'd like it.
Pichu: Wait a minute, why am I telling you this? I'm no nightmare connoisseur!
Trickster: Because, like it or not, you care about me. You may not "love" me, but you certainly don't hate me. You would just hate it if I disappeared, wouldn't you?
Pichu: ...Peep.
Trickster: And now she's a bird. I'd call that a success.
Trickster: Oh, fun fact. Did you know that it's physically impossible to dream of a baku? So whenever you see one in your dreams, it means they're actually there.
Pichu: Random, creepy fact aside, I basically had a nightmare about Fairy Tail where the Lullaby demon was after me. Because I didn't contract with him, he wasn't able to get rid of the entire nightmare, but he must have gotten rid of the demon part. I'm not sure what to think of this. Thanks, I guess?
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Why Modules Shouldn't Live Together
FanfictionWhy I don't have modules live together. A social experiment.