Dreamlight and Dreamwell (Drealight Valley/Santa Clause Crossover)

Dreamlight and Dreamwell

It was —

Memories were foggy.

And Bernard didn 't like that.

There was definitely some inkling of Curtis somehow being involved, as well as that never-delightful feeling of being lost, which in turn likely meant Bernard 's teleportation ability malfunctioned.

And there he was, in the middle of the icy woods somewhere in a strange place, shivering, unable to teleport back. There were these nightmarish thorns about, poking up out of the ground here and there, which in the back of his mind was a logical reason why his powers weren 't activating correctly.

A fox hurried across the path, momentarily distracting him when a figure came up the trail. They paused upon seeing him, then came over, greeting him, noting their memories of him were—

Bernard frowned, definitely not having the inkling of having met, and yet there was something about the place in the back of his brain he figured he should know about, almost along the lines of one of those exceptional circumstances places, and yet he found himself following the person into the village, not worrying about the delightful—not really delightful—feeling of being lost and having no way of getting home.

But—they, the person, and the village set up a home for them, yet there was that knowledge he needed to get back before Christmas.

Only he didn 't.

It was an infuriating level of frustration at having, for the first time since Bernard could remember of ever having missed a Christmas at the North Pole, yet his head seemed to be in some kind of fog during the holiday season as if something were happening back at the pole, something out of his control—the real reason he couldn 't get back that year.

And then, on Christmas Eve, at some point, the place he was—Dreamlight Valley—opened up, and Santa got through.

"Bernard! There you are!"

"Here I am," Bernard muttered. "Where am I?"

"The valley of dreams," Santa said, looking around. "But given the state of things, is it any wonder you couldn't teleport back."

"Well, it looks like Christmas went off without a hitch without me," Bernard muttered.

"It didn't," Santa said. "Curtis messed up. Of course, he's the one who accidentally bumped the wars around your home, preventing you from sleep teleporting."

"He did what?" Bernard sighed, remembering how he'd sleep teleported until they had gotten wards on the homemade for her."

"If you want, I can set up a teleport between the place you've got here and the North Pole. So if you ever need a break," Santa started to say.

"You can send me here?"

"Well, you do look a whole lot less tired, which is one of the few positive things I can say of Curtis' bungling."

"That is," Bernard paused. "Don't tell him."

"Wouldn't think of it."

"Well, let me say goodbye," Bernard said."

"Wouldn't think otherwise," Santa said.

And then, after saying goodbye, Bernard left, from one home to another.