*YOUR RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

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"No." Our fantasizer spilled out in a sudden burst of bravery. "I'm... not going to... kill someone..." He grunted as he shoved the phrases through his chattering teeth. It was inhumanly cold.

His opposer seemed to flinch in surprise. "No?" They inquired with the perfect air of innocence.

"No." Our visionary confirmed, restraining his instinctive need to quake in fear. His eyes wandered in a wide orbit, attempting to catch any shape of the brute.

Unseen footsteps marched in a thoughtful swagger. The source of the noise seemed unsteady, alternating from varying distances and places at once. The causal gait grinded the edge of our traveler's nerves.

Soon, it amplified into a chaotic waltz. Snickers clamored throughout the dismal and bleak fog. The invisible hooligan snorted, "You actually thought you got to decide. Oh man... that's adorable."

"N-no..." Our buffoon repeated bleakly. His voice quavered and broke.

"Okay, okay, okay... I can see where you're coming from. Heh heh!" They jeered, barely allowing any words to dribble out. Our victim couldn't conceal his recoil. It was stupid to think he could do anything about this.

The cruel heckler pressed on, "Alright, let's just say you can walk away from this." Our illusionist caught the subtle eye-roll bobbing in the middle of the pensive slience. "... Well, you will learn soon enough, I think."

Something that wasn't previously there before suddenly clicked into place. The gears started to roll in their sockets, whistling in success as they worked. The whole room appeared to lighten. 

"Oh! Looks like our time's up, kitty. Time to wake up. I wish I could say it's been fun. Eh. It kinda was."

And, with that, the dream dissolved into a blinding sheet of white. The last thing Cheshire Cat spotted before he woke up was a long, dark, and  slender tentacle; slowly swaying from side to side in the pure brilliance.

Cheshire Cat rocketed from his bed, gasping and hacking as he throat finally opened up. The multicolored blanket was curled around him in a disheveled heap, coiling his legs together, and snaring him into a trap.

He chanced a glance outside the window. There, the shadowy form of the cave wall lurked inopposingly. He surveyed his surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the same reassuring mess.

He slumped, struggling to gain his composure and his breath back. The next thought that blared throughout his head sent shudders down his spine.

He... was waving at me.

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