A Dimension in Time

Trainwreck Trouble, Picture Perfect Madness: The Battle of The Birds

♡ Chapter 3 ♡

Trainwreck Trouble, Picture Perfect Madness:

The Battle of The Birds

Dawn awoke in... her room? Wait- no... this wasn't her current  room nor bedroom back at home. This was her bedroom four years ago. When she was just six years old, when all those events took place. Where her loathing of lies and being underestimated began. Dawn got up as she looked into the mirror in her bedroom. She looked exactly as she did when she was six years old. "Oh... my gosh... no... No, no, no." Dawn even sounded how she did when she was six years old, when she was naive. Weak and unable to help her- no! She can't think like this! Not now. "Calm down Dawn. It's okay- it's okay! N-no one's gonna hurt you. N-no one's gonna hurt you. No monsters." Dawn tried to reassure herself, she just needed to wake up. It was proven futile. Screams then started to echo, screams of her family, screams from the ones she cared about- everything started to crumble and deteriorate in rapid succession. Much to Dawn's horror, she wasn't given time to fully react as it crumbled like an inky nightmare. The little girl ran out of her bedroom, seeing the remnants of her house four years ago crumble. She had to escape, she had to! The snowflake-clipped girl zipped down the stairs into a room and place that was not her own. The stairs were getting longer, and longer. Until she couldn't run any longer, stairs became an inky mess and crumbled beneath her feet.

The cryokinesis prodigy descended further into her nightmare, falling flat on her face once she hit the bottom. Surprisingly, she wasn't dead. Groaning from the pain, the snow queen groaned from pain- pushing herself up from the ground. When she got up however, she could see her reflection; she was her original self again. She was eleven years old again. Dawn tentatively looked around, the ground was a watery mirror she could stand on and feel safe. This wasn't her dream- but she certainly isn't awake either. There were red strings, with dream catchers and stars in the sunset skies. The atmosphere was comforting, a forest that meant her no harm, no monsters to hurt her in her slumber. Dawn wandered this mysterious place, its honey skies, the lavish pink grass and coral leafed trees. Everything felt- safe. Dawn noticed a string on one of the trees, she followed it until Dawn stumbled upon an entity hanging up stars, humming to himself with a cherry tune. Dawn's feet created ripples in the floor as she swayed closer until she crossed over a quartz looking bridge, and through a meadow of flowers at her feet. "Hello...?" The entity stopped as he finished hanging up the things he wanted in the bright red string. The place he was hanging stars in had a table with chairs set up, it looked like a gazebo. The gazebo was white with a fine polish and the same red strings hanging over it. Stars hung from the strings, decorating the gazebo with a mysterious yet welcoming touch. The entity gave a smile, the monocle that was cracked over his right eye, glistened as he gazed at her. His eyes were dark and red, the left one had diamonds in it, the same kind of pattern she could've sworn she saw in the Badge Seller's eyes; if only faintly. While his right eye had spirals and a pupal, looking more like an eye than the other one- but he seemed to see just fine. Dawn wasn't exactly sure if she fully caught his attention, or if he could even fully see her. But thankfully- her suspicions were cleared rather quickly as the moon spirit began to speak. "Ah! I knew you would come dear child. I had to pull you out of your nightmare, yes. But I wanted to speak with you myself, Dawn." The snowflake-clipped girl's eyes dilated with shock- how did he-? "How do you... You- know my name?" Dawn warily asked, ill-at-ease that someone she didn't exactly know had access to her name. The moon entity chuckled, a chained blue hand covering his faint lips. His head was also somewhat moon-shaped, like a crescent moon that would grin in the sky as if the night became the Cheshire Cat. He also had red stripes over his mouth and down his eyes, almost like they were tears or paint strokes on bluely colored porcelain. The red lines on his face were an exact match for the red strings that decorated the trees and gazebo. Just who was this oddly friendly spirit? Was he even friendly at all?