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Season 2 - Part 2

I had been sitting on the mattress for a few hours, watching the sun rise, and begin to shine through the blinds on the window. I barely managed to sleep. I still don't completely understand what's going on or why I'm here.

My eyes move down to the bright green hoodie Dream gave me last night. His smile feels like it's watching me.

Suddenly, the door creaks open.

"Hey, Crybaby! Good morning!" Dream cheers. The sounds of a heavy object being moved around can be heard from behind the door. He pops his head into the room and I notice he's wearing a wig. A wig that matches my hair.

"What-?" I start, but then I remembered the sword. "Good morning, Dream." I say instead, giving him a friendly smile.

"You're up so early!" He says, meeting my gaze for a second, before his focus moves back to moving whatever is behind the door.

After a small bit of time, Dream has finished moving a strange machine with a smiley face on it into the center of the room.

"Do you know what this is?" Dream asks, gesturing to the machine next to him.

"No." I say quickly.

"This is a paper shredder." He says. "With my face on it, of course."

"Why?" I ask without realizing.

"Why not, Crybaby!" Dream questions. He begins to take a few steps towards me, reaching for something in his pocket. "Now, do you know what this is?" He asks, pulling a CD from his pocket.

I gasp. He has my limited edition signed copy of Patsy Cline's 1962 studio album "sentimentally yours"! How did he get that?

"I asked you a question.." Dream says quietly. He sounds so creepy.

"Yes, I know what that is." I finally answer.

"Good!" Dream cheers, walking back to the center of the room. "I'm gonna shred it."

"What?" I ask, panicking. "Why? Why would you shred it?"

"It's not question time, Crybaby." Dream reminds me. "But I already told you why. Last night."

I try to remember what he's talking about, but all I can remember from last night is Dream giving me this ugly green hoodie.

Dream leans over to push a button on the shredder. As he does, the machine starts making a loud mechanical noise and the blades start moving.

Without a second thought, Dream drops my limited edition signed copy of Patsy Cline's 1962 studio album "sentimentally yours" into the moving blades of the shredder.

I watch in horror as my prized possession is ripped apart.

Dream calmly leans over once again, turning off the shredder with the push of the same button.

"There we go!" He cheers, as the machine next to him grows quiet. "Now we can listen to some real music!"

I remember now! Last night, Dream said he was going to "fix me" by making me listen to "real music". I don't know what "real music" is to him, but if it's not Patsy Cline, it's definitely not good.

As I was lost in thought, Dream moved another machine into the room. This one also has a smiley face on it.

"This," Dream began, gesturing to the second machine, "is a CD player."

Dream pulled another CD out of his pocket. Why does he keep CD's in his pocket?

As he turns to put the CD into the CD player, I catch a glimpse of the side of his face. I can only see some stubble on his chin and the end of a thick eyebrow. His hair is brown? Or dirty blonde, maybe? It's hard to tell in this room. Everything just looks a bit grey.

Dream pushes a few buttons, then turns to me as a song begins to play quietly.

"I'll be gone for a few hours today, so I'm going to leave you with some of my favorite music playing. If you need anything, there's a bathroom in the next room over, and a kitchen down the hall. All the windows and doors will be locked, so don't waste your time with them." He says, then turns back to the CD player, turns up the volume, and begins walking towards the door to the room. "I'll see you later, Crybaby. Enjoy the music!" He says, closing the door behind him.

I start to listen to the lyrics of the song playing.

"I wanna hide the truth. I wanna shelter you, but with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide." A voice songs from the CD player. I've never heard this song before.

"No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come. This is my kingdom come." The song continues.

I guess this isn't so bad. Dream could've done much worse, but it's just playing me music. Apparently, I'm allowed to walk around the house too? That's strange, but I'll gladly go to the kitchen.

- Time Skip -

I found some paper around the house, so I decided to keep a log of each day. My first log says:

"Day 2.

Dream was wearing a wig of my hair this morning and never said a word about it. He left the house, but gave me access to two other rooms. He said he was going to play some "real music" for me, but it ended up being the same song I don't know on repeat for hours. It's still playing.

I also found out there's a CD player in every room? So I couldn't even escape the song when I was in the kitchen.

Dream hasn't come back yet. I wonder what he's doing. Where he went. Why he was wearing a wig that matches my hair.

I have so many questions for him."

- Time Skip -

I have no idea what time it is, but this song, which I'm guessing is called "demons," based on the lyrics, has definitely played over a hundred times by now.

I thought about turning the CD player off, but Dreams smiley face is staring at me, and it feels like he can see what I'm doing.

"Crybaby! I'm back!" Dreams voice called from across the house.

I'm allowed to leave the room, right? Do I come to him?

"How was the song?" Dream said, already peaking through the doorway. "Did you like it?"

"Um.." I said, deciding to lie. "Yeah.. Yeah, I liked it, Dream."

"Good! Oh, I'm so glad!" He cheered, walking into the room. He's wearing my school uniform?

"Dream?" I ask, hoping he won't get his sword out.

"Yes, Crybaby?" He questions, dropping what looks like a school bag to the floor.

"Did you go to my school?" I ask, my eyes moving from the bag, to the uniform, then to the wig.

"Oh, you're an observant girl!" He says proudly. "Yes, I did!" He walks over to the CD player and turns it off.

Finally, I don't have to hear that song again.

"Why?" I ask, assuming it's safe to ask another question.

"Well, if you weren't at school today, people would've wondered where you actually are." Dream explains, with a tone that says "why do I have to explain this?"

I nod. I don't know what to say.

"I'll make us dinner, while you do the homework they assigned today. Then, you can tell me all the things you loved about today's song!" Dream says, beginning to walk towards the door.

"What was the song called?" I ask.

"It's called "demons" by my favorite band, Imagine Dragons!"