Set a year after the event of the Journey of Mini Z.
Zee and the Astros have finished a successful tour, young Zee Stardust has been experiencing terrifying nightmares of been killed on stage just like Ziggy. This begins to worried Zee's friends...
Deep within a old deserted building, the Sound of footsteps echoed around the empty hallways. A figure made is way across the run down stage area.
"Zee..... Zee....."
A Ghostly voice whispered gently. Stepping even closer.
An unearthly glowing orb appeared like a beautiful fireball, is glowing flame revealing The curious young Martian cautiously
"Zee...."Zee...."
"D...Dad...?". Zee managed to speak.
Suddenly the orb transformed into a black flaming ball from Hell, Fiery demon like hands shot out grabbing Zee by the throat and pinning the young alien down. Zee tried desperatelyto break free from the demonic clutches.
"L...Let me go!!".
More hands kept appearing from nowhere on coming thick and fast near enough covering every inch of Zee's body.
The extremely unpleasant pain Zee was Suffering, their body getting ripped apart bit by bit.
Zee tried to let out scream of help, But one of the claw like hand's tightened is grip even more on Zee's throat.
Zee could feel their strength fading fast, growing weaker and weaker by the minute.
"You shall fall to the curse....." A dark demonic raspy voice said.
Zee awoke from the hellish dream, bolting upright in bed with sweat dripping down their snow white tan skin, gasping for air. The room was filled with cracks of sun light that shone through little gaps in the curtains. Zee glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table witch read 9:25 am. "Oh thank god, I'm Still alive..... it was only a bad dream."
Zee laid back down on to their side, gazing at a framed photo that sat next to the clock. The photo was of a male with bright flame red hair, his features looked very much so like Zee's
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"I wish I knew what these dreams mean dad. If only you still were here. You would be able to help make me make sense of them and why I am suffering them."
Downstairs in the kitchen was a wave of activity with Louise making breakfast. Her Brother Jack came wandered stretching and yawning. "Morning Little sis," he said making his way over to the coffee machine.
