A Visitor In Their Dreams

Sunny

Sunny walks into his old bedroom, which has now been turned into his daughter's room. In his arms, his daughter laid against his shoulder looking very tired. He walks over to her crib and lays her down carefully into it. He grabs her blanket and drapes it over her. He loves the space-like design that the blanket has. It reminds him a lot of the skies of his own dreams.

Mari reaches up and rubs her eyes. Now that she was getting comfortable, she was getting sleepy real quickly. Sunny leans down and lays against the edge of the crib. "... Get some sleep Mari. I'll see you in the morning."

Mari turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. Sunny proceeds to quietly walk out of the room and closes the door. He walks over and into their bedroom where he sees Aubrey sitting at the desk in the corner of the room, looking over some paperwork.

Aubrey sighs. "Looks like we'll be getting a new employee soon. Milo wants me to train her when she comes in a week from now."

Sunny hums in acknowledgment. "Guess it will make the workload easier on us."

"Yeah." She puts down the paper, then leans back to stretch. As she does so, she lets out a massive yawn. "... I think I'm going to crash..."

Sunny walks over to their bed and sits down on the edge. "Yeah, I might do the same. I'm pretty tired too."

Aubrey stands up from her chair and walks over to the edge of the bed. As she gets under the covers, she exhales. "... Mmmmm... Yep, that's it for me. Off to the world of the dreams I go... Too bad I don't get dreams like yours..."

Sunny gets under the covers as well. "Goodnight Aubs."

... Aubrey was already asleep. Sunny, upon realizing, turns over to his side and does the same.

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The atmosphere. The pressure that this place gives off. The empty feeling. He felt it before.

Sunny opens his eyes to see that he was back in White Space.

He sits up, questioning himself as to why he was back here again. "... What am I doing here again? It's been 6 years... so why?"

He stands up and notices that it was only him. No blanket, no notebook, no laptop, no Mewo, and... no lightbulb. Only him.

He looks to see if the door to Headspace was anywhere, but... nothing. No door.

However, he does spot something in the distance. With nothing else in sight, he begins walking towards the object in the distance.

"Here's to hoping that none of those red hands are here..."

...

Upon approaching the object, he was surprised to see that it had color, despite the fact that everything in White Space was usually in black and white, including his alternate-self.

However, as he approached the object, his heart began to race. There, in the middle of a red and white checkerboard designed picnic blanket sat a woman in a white dress and had long black hair.

"... Mari."

Mari stands up and turns around upon hearing someone call out to her. However, she did not say anything. She stood there and stared at him.

She expected him to come here wearing some more polo shirts and shorts, but it seems like he adapted to khaki pants. Oddly enough, she expected him to have some sort of fuzzy beard growing, but there was no facial hair. 'I guess he doesn't like facial hair.' she thought to herself. The one thing that really caught her attention was the eyepatch that he wore over his eye.