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Chapter 5

A/n: Surprise! I am very rusty (not surprising) so I hope the chapter is easy to follow and not too ooc. 

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To recap your current dream. You 'wake up' and enter your sister/brother/sibling's room. Spot some creep. Call them out on it. The guy didn't like that, so he sent his evil sand horses that chased you from your house to the park. A rip from the multiverse sent you where you are now; Santa's workshop.

No longer in a chase, you study your surroundings and take in Santa Clasu's look. You can now take in his detailed tattoos, one on each forearm. One says 'Nice' and the other 'Naughty', and both words have detailed decor around them. He is wearing a long-sleeved red shirt with the selvess rolled, black pants and brown boots. Overall he appears cozy but not the look you were expecting. Every media depiction of him had him in a red coat and pants. While the outfit didn't match, Santa Claus does have a long white beard that reaches his chest. It looks very soft and you spend a few moments wondering if Santa Claus has a hair care routine for his bread.

Oh yeah, the hand with 'Naughty' is holding a sword. Since when does Santa need swords?

"Er, nope. Not happening." You break the staring contest and shake your head. Seeing Santa Claus with swords crosses the line and limits you hold for this weirdly self-aware dream.

"Um, it is happening. You are here, safe, in my workshop." Santa awkwardly reassures, trying to maintain eye contact as you ignore him.

Nope. You are done, so incredibly done with this impossibly realistic dream- nightmare. If your body doesn't wake up in the next moment, you are ready to challenge whoever the boss is.

"Okay look, this whole thing? Situation? Um, yeah. This whole situation doesn't even matter because at any moment I'm going to wake up. In bed and this," you point to the workshop, " will just be a memory. Where I'll forget you," you point at Santa, "I'll forget about them," you point at the yetis. You look down as you hear a faint bell ringing. You see the small elf is patting your foot/sock-covered foot as if to reassure you. "But I'll remember you, you're cute." You point to the little elf who gives you a wide toothy smile.

North paused for a long moment with a shocked look, having to process your words as they were strangely mean for a child. But most importantly, for the first time in this millennium. A child has managed to enter his workshop. Including the possible fact that Pitch is active once more and plotting whatever scheme he hopes to gain power. Looking at the closest Yeti, who is Phil, to reassure himself that you have said what you said. That this is indeed happening on a Thursday night.

Phil very kindly, shrugs his shoulders.

Yes, this is happening.

"Wake up?" North clears his throat. He needs to gain control over the situation, by calming you down first and foremost. Then he can worry about Pitch and how he is up after last year's events. He needs to focus on you and make sure you haven't hit your head that hard to confuse the waking world with a dream.

"Er, no, this is no dream" North gently corrects as he gives Phil his swords. "Little one. This is real. You are in my workshop! In the north pole!" North explains, saying the last part in a loud and proud exaggerated tone, even extending his arms as a showman to gesture around you. You can admit, the hardwood and the fireplace with the painting, are those more swords on display?!

You doubt you could create something this magnificently in your head. As you think about it, you could still feel pain radiating in your back. How sore your legs and feet are from running (barefoot/with socks on) through the street. How numb they are from the cold. Surely in dreams, you wake up if you are to get hurt. That's how it works. Just like if you jump off a building, you wake before you land on the ground. Yet you felt everything.