Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Departure

The blue sky was outside the window, sun shining into the face of a certain young siren. Directly into the face of her to be correct.

Cleveland stirred awake, blinded by light. “Give me five more minutes, Monty. I will join you for dinner in a minute.” She turned away from the shining light and rolled herself under the blanket…wait blanket. She opened her eyes just a millimeter and saw that she laid in a black bed for some reason. It was also kind of squishy but Cleveland didn't care and covered herself in the strange feeling blanket again. She decided to ignore that and tried to doze off again.

“Oh you are not gonna doze me off again.” A voice Cleveland by now was very familiar with, said out in a quick maneuver. Cleveland put in no thought about what she said until she got hit on the head by something hard. Cleveland jolted up and held her head. She looked to the side and saw Elma standing there…and that she had a bucket sitting in her lap.  Cleveland stared at it for a second and connected the dots, the pain in her head having already vanished. “Did you throw that at me?”

Elma huffed a bit. “Damn right I did! You aren’t dozing me off again!” The enforcer looked annoyed, something Cleveland didn’t understand the reason behind. “Also cut the shit Beta and wake up. You rested enough!” 

“God who crawled up your ass!” Cleveland groaned and stretched herself. Multiple bones could be heard cracking before Cleveland stopped. “Also I am awake now. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, thank my nerves for letting you sleep before waking you up by force. I should have thrown my damm halberd.” Elma huffed. She walked away from the bed and leaned against the wall. She before that picked up the bucket she threw at Cleveland. “I should have thrown this thing hours ago.”

“If you do wanna wake me up then throw a bucket worth of water at me. Not the entire bucket itself.” Groaned Cleveland and rubbed her head. The hit might have not hurt her at all but she still felt the place it impacted. In all, while it felt like a pillow hit her it still hurt.

“I would have done so two days ago. If…” Elma said and bent down. She came up second later and held up one of Cleveland's tentacles that straight up stabbed through a wooden crate. "If it wouldn’t be for your tentacles constantly trying to stab me, or more what I threw at you with full power. It started with the first crate I threw and kept on adding up." 

Cleveland was confused. She slept so her tentacles shouldn’t do anything. At least she thought they shouldn’t do anything. She stared at the few beside the bed while following them and realised something. The entire bed she laid on was basically filled with her own tentacles, and not only the four she normally used. Cleveland now was thoroughly confused and weirded out. She definitely did not summon that many and what was even more surprising…was actually how comfortable those were. The one she laid on, her head directly between the suction cups mere seconds ago, was actually the most comfortable pillow she probably knew existed and she couldn’t get behind why. “When did I let those out? And since when are they so comfortable?" She actually just wanted to lay back down and sleep again so comfortable were those, but she resisted the temptation of sleep.

*Well Cleves, they kind of switch into self defence mode when you sleep. Trust me I know. So, while they won’t use your guns, they still protect you when you aren’t awake and not even I can control them...although I didn’t try it yet. Also you can make them not play protector but you still need to learn that. Well I have to admit it was too much fun seeing Elma and Andrea trying to wake you up. As well to note for you is that you can modify the stuff and shapes of the tentacles to your likings, you probably just wanted a pillow so you subconsciously made one.*

“One more joined the fray each time me or Andrea threw something and well, we weren't exactly getting close either because they either pushed us away, nearly breaking Andreas bones, or covered you in all ways possible. You didn’t react to yelling or something, you deep sleeper.” Elma said with an exhausted look. Cleveland was embarrassed and instantly recalled all of her tentacles. “I am sorry. I was asleep.” She flopped back down on the bed, now resembling an actual bed that was covered in her slime. It didn’t annoy Cleveland at all but Elma didn’t look too pleased by that.