Lackadaisy: Rocky Learns Magic (cause why not?)

Magic sickness

When I fell asleep, something really weird happened. Instead of dreaming, I suddenly was in front of the doors leading into Lackadaisy. I could hear someone playing a violin on the other side of the door, so I decided to open it. The entire place was empty accept for the boing, the shadow creature thing I had. He immediately stopped playing his violin and looked a bit shocked.

"Wait. What are you doing here?"

"Um, I fell asleep and then I woke up here. You're walking around and talking now though, so that's convenient for you."

He then came very close to me and looked into my eyes. I felt a bit uncomfortable but let him do whatever he was doing.

"Ahh. I see. Magic sickness."

"What?"

"You have magic sickness. Whenever a being first starts to use magic or the dark arts, they get magic sickness. It's basically something that makes your dreams weird for a while. Usually that is. There are many different variations. Sometimes it makes the magic user see important moments in the future. Seems this variation let's you into the part of your mind I took over."

"Wait. We're in my mind, and you took this part of my brain over?"

"Don't worry. It doesn't cause you any harm, but it lets me make rooms and places I can walk around in and talk. It also lets me see your memories. I've been with you since your birth though which was disgusting I shall add, so it's not too useful for me."

"So this is a memory of Lackadaisy."

"Well, I based this room off of Lackadaisy. I'm using your imagination to make it. If this was a memory, then we'd have people like Calvin, ivy, and of course Mitzi."

I blushed a bit and looked around.

"So I can do anything in here?"

Without waiting for an answer, I tried making a violin. It didn't work.

"Nope. This part of your mind is under my control. Remember? It means I can do whatever I want."

Suddenly I was tied up, gagged, and fell to the floor. The boing then petted my head.

"So, yeah."

He quickly undid the small session of bondage and I was still blushing.

"Please don't do that again."

"Alright. Alright. Only because it feels good to talk to someone besides myself, and I don't want you to ignore me."

Suddenly a bullet wizzed my way and the boing caught it.

"Huh." 

He said as if this was normal. My fur had frizzled and we both looked at whoever or whatever shot at me. It was some sort of deformed shadow creature that had a Tommy gun. Before I could react or say anything, the boing blipped to the creature, turned his hand into a blade, and sliced the creature in half, killing it.

"What the hell was that!?"

"Forgot to mention that at the early stages of magic sickness, monsters like this show up."

"Does that mean every night when I go to sleep, I have to fight for my survival!"

"Yeah. Pretty much. Could go into a coma forever if one of those monsters kill you. You'd of course come back to life in here and you'd be stuck with me until your body died."

I didn't really know how to take this information, and while I was still trying to process everything, the boing took his own tomson out and shot in my direction. The bullet wizzed by my check and hit another shadow creature in the head. I looked back at it as it fell down, dead.