♡ Dave and Bambi: Dreamscapes ♡

Dale's Little Restaurant

You're slammed onto the ground, cracking your hat, and even a part of your side. The thing that had grabbed you was a monstrous looking teenager with a quite terrifying smile. He seemed to be in the middle of chopping up a large piece of meat. You look up. There's a black hole in the ceiling. That must be where he pulled you from.
"I knew there was something up there!" The monster said. He assisted you off the ground, using his feet. He doesn't have arms, he's trying his best.
A man with a gray-tan hat peeks through the window that leads into the dining area.
"Dale, hurry with the cake! Bambom's gettin' hungry." The man says.
"I'm working on a different order right now. Go sit down with your hungry toddler," Dale grabs you and throws you through the window. "Take the glass kid with you."
The man with the gray-tan hat holds you, inspecting you. "You're a sparkly lil fella, aren't you?"
Suddenly his companion named Bambom steals your hat and starts to chew on it.
"Bambom! Hand over the hat!" The man shouts. After wrestling and cussing out the child, your hat is handed back to you, scuffed but still intact. You take a seat. Hopefully you won't get cracked any further!
The man in the gray-tan hat sits next to you. "Name's Ringi. Sorry about Bambom. He's hungry."
"It's fine." You say, but we all know you're lying.
Dale sets a strawberry cake on your table. Ringi cuts a slice for himself and Bambom. And you just sit there, because you don't have a mouth.
"Why aren't you eating?" Dale asks you. You point to your mouthless face. Reacting to this, Dale hands a pen to Bambom, who promptly draws a cute little smile on your face.
"Everyone can eat in my dream," Dale says enthusiastically. "Be sure to thank the chefs when you're done!"
As Dale walks away, a fork and knife appear in front of you. It's as if this entire dream is just trying to convince you to eat. Don't question that though, just eat the cake!
The cake is vanilla, and the frosting has an artificial strawberry flavor. Your slice is also topped with real strawberries. Whether or not you like strawberries, ya gotta admit this is a sweet cake. You go for another slice, then another, then another, and before you know it the entire cake is gone. You're covered in cake now, feeling quite full.
"Be sure to thank the chefs when you're done!"
Remembering Dale's words, you float towards the kitchen. Dale's chopping up a different piece of meat this time, though he quickly sets it aside upon your arrival. Before you can say anything, he growls:
"You're welcome."
He grabs you and forces you into the fryer. It's painfully hot, though luckily it doesn't seem to burn your glass-like skin. Frustrated, Dale shoves you deeper into the fryer. His grip is too tight...you can't escape. Slowly, you begin to melt. You can hear muffled laughter through the grease. Cooking someone alive must be a joyous occasion for Dale.
You do still need to escape though. You scream and struggle, which doesn't seem to work very well. You stop, for the situation is hopeless. Until...
CLANG!
Dale falls on his side, pulling you out with him. You look up. A man in a wheelchair had hit him with a frying pan. The man looks almost exactly like Dave, though there are minor differences between the two that you can't quite put your finger on...
But that doesn't matter right now. You need to get outta here!