:"Something Olde,
:Something New,
:Something Borrowed,
:Something Blue,
:And a Sixpence In Your Shoe"
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Your Grandfather has died, leaving you with a few acers of land, and an old family home. He was the only one to ever su...
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"Well, Well, Well, Cloudy. You finally meet my old pal. Ford." Your eyes shot open as his voice pierced through your mind. You quickly sat up, looking around this new environment you have found yourself in once again. It was a classy-looking room, with black stone walls, animal rugs, and a bright red velvet chair in the middle. The room was adorned with various expensive-looking items, a fireplace, and even a liquor cabinet. It was a stark difference from when you had gone to sleep. On the couch, a little yellow triangle sat lazily with a smug look on his expressionless face. The shape was holding a green martini in his hand with an olive that stuck out from the side, he picked it up and set it into the lips of his eye as he 'ate' it with a disgusting crunch.
"...Why am I here? Wasn't I just with Ford?" You asked nervously as you slowly started to sit up from the soft bear rug you were on. Not only was this weird, but it was also confusing. You knew Bill was... odd but being in a new place entirely was new to you much like the other parts of this whole ordeal.
"Welcome to your dream scape! Right now, You, Me, and all of this glory-" The man lifted his hands as he gestured to the wide luxurious room around in a 'smile'. "Are deep inside of your empty noggin." Then, the triangle laid back down on his couch, sipping his cool beverage without a care in the world. It's like he needed the attention.
You sighed, rolling your eyes at the shape as a window caught your attention, outside was bright, sunny, yet slightly cloudy. It felt homely, familiar. Was this how it felt to be inside your mind? No, you could only take Bill's words with a grain of salt. He was a demon who wanted to corrupt you, after all, he might not be the most trusting source.
