Ever since Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to Venus, their once strong friendship had soured. This had become especially evident when Gromit showed no interest in the cheese festival that Wallace was excited to bring him to. However, lit...
Gromit woke up with a start, all shaken up from his nightmare. He struggled to calm his racing heart. "That dream.. It felt so real.." he whispered. Gromit put his paw on his poor little head, he felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. He felt like his own mind was killing him.
Gromit got out of his bed and slowly walked out of his room towards the stairs. Halfway down the stairs, Gromit lost his balance, and trembled down. The fall had caused bruises on him. Wallace who had heard the fall rushed towards him. "Oh 'eck! Are you alright, lad!?" asked Wallace frantically.
"I'm fine!" barked Gromit as he foolishly ran out of the house towards the middle of the road. He felt a huge mass speeding towards him at full speed! "Noo!!" he yelled as his life flashed before his eyes.
Gromit opened his eyes once more. "Rise and shine everybody, because it's Lancashire's cheese of the year day!!". Gromit jumped, sweating like mad. He felt a strong pain in his chest, it was like his heart was poisoned with anguish. He had just died, yet his day had restarted all over again. The voices were right, he thought. He was about to have a mental breakdown as he jolted back and screamed in agony "Anybody, just please get me out of this nightmare!!".
Well..
Little did he know somebody could..
Wallace was watching the whole thing from his big screen. You see, what Gromit was experiencing was actually just a simulation built by Wallace. He hid a secret pill in Gromit's dinner which kept Gromit in a coma and transferred his vision to the simulation which was projected on Wallace's screen. The simulation would stop and Gromit would wake up from his coma whenever Wallace would decide to turn the simulation off. While Gromit was in a coma, Wallace placed his body in an oxygen chamber to prevent him from aging and brought a couch with him to the basement to enjoy the show.
"Hoho, now this is some cracking stuff." said Wallace, enjoying his royal cheeseburger. "Oh 'eck, I've run out of me cup of tea!" he said. Wallace grabbed his empty cup and walked up the stairs to fill it up with more tea.
Meanwhile, Gromit woke up again, this time lying on the floor, in a reddish landscape. "Oh please, not again!!" he groaned in fear. He was worried and felt strong pain in his arm. When he looked at it, disbelief nearly took his breath away. There was a marked X on the side of his arm for everyone to see. It was as if a knife had been used to carve it, leaving an unpleasant impression. Gromit quickly covered the mark with his other hand and got up. He looked around and reluctantly decided to go explore. But while wandering around, painful memories flashed by and he couldn't help but to feel ashamed and undeserving, his closed-in arm posture wasn't helping either.
Gromit suddenly stopped, he found himself in a never ending field of nothingness. When out of nowhere, Gromit felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his back, causing Gromit to let out a heart-wrenching sob. He shut his eyes tightly as tears began to trickle down his cheeks. When he opened his eyes, the reddish landscape was gone. He was back in a black void. Spirits started swirling around him. Almost like they were performing a show right before his very eyes. The spirits started to form.
Before Gromit could even notice, his reflection was standing right in front of him. It looked so real, he really felt like he was looking at himself from somebody else's eyes. Gromit wanted to walk closer to his reflection for some comfort but suddenly jumped back in fright. His reflection now appeared frightening and scary. His reflection laughed in a deep, haunting voice. Gromit feel to the ground as his frightening reflection got right up to his face and stared at him. "What's wrong little puppy, are you scared of me!?" he mocked the frightened dog. "Yea, I'm very scared!" Gromit cried out. The frightening reflection morphed back in to Gromit's normal reflection. "See, you're afraid of yourself, you fool. Where's that comfort you wanted from yourself now?" his reflection laughed and walked away.
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"Well Gromit, behold! The evil one is you.." mocked the demonic voices. He was grabbed and violently pushed back by a strong force. Once he opened his eyes he found himself on his back, locked in a haunting cage. Gromit wanted to get up and slam on the cage bars, but something was preventing him. He couldn't get up, it almost felt like he was being choked. He couldn't even see anymore, just pitch black.
Gromit was all alone in the dark and all he could do was cry.
