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When the lights went out and Nightmare was still on the floor, Letti went over to him.  She put her hand on his shoulder and knelt down beside him, "Nightmare, you didn't know.  Now that you do you can fix it."  He looked at her and she realized that he had been crying.  "I'm not angry." Letti said.  She had always been very forgiving.  After a little silence, Nightmare said, "Why not?"  "I don't know." Letti reached out and hugged him tight.  This was how he used to act when he first arrived.  No one had liked him, only Letti.  He didn't understand the instant hatred he had received.  It

Nightmare turned back to Tyler and glared at him.  "Why do you stand up for them?" Nightmare asked, as he sat back down.  "Because I know what you'll do." Letti paused after saying that, "You've killed people, Nightmare.  There's no reason to--"  Nightmare interrupted her, "There are damn good reasons!" he listed off some reasons.  They showed Tyler and Zak why Letti didn't like him.  He sounded disturbingly obsessed and possessive. "So, Nightmare right?  What can you do?" Zak asked.  "I'm the evil equivalent of my sweet Dream." Nightmare glared.  Letti rebuked him, "Don't be like that, Nightmare.  You remember what happened before."  He had

Letti followed a guard down a hallway and was shown into a room.  It was huge, and there were only two other people in it, both men.  They were wrestling and fighting on a trampoline.  When the guard left without trying to introduce her, Letti sat down and watched.  Eventually, one of them noticed her.  The two of them stopped fighting and came over to her. When they came over, Letti looked at them.  Their shirts were torn up, she suspected it might have happened during the fight.  Regardless, it was a nice view.  They were both nicely muscled.  "I'm Zak." he held out his hand, Letti shook it.  He had blonde hair.  The other one, who had bla

It was a short drive to the store.  Renee loaded them into the messenger bag and latched it closed before getting out of the car.  It was still raining hard.  Once they got inside she opened the top and folded it back so they could see out. They still weren't fond of Renee.  So they addressed their questions to Kiki, "What store are we going to?"  "It looks like the clothes store."  "You need more clothes?"  She smiled, "No.  But you do."  The brothers looked at each other.  A little nervous.  What was that woman going to dress them up as?  Renee lifted the brothers out and told them to pick out a

Renee pulled into the driveway and got out.  She had a basket in the back seat she used to carry Kiki around when she went out.  She adored Kiki and never left her.  Especially because of what the male dolls have been trying to do to her.  Renee lifted all four of them into the basket.  And walked to her room.  When they got there and she let them out the men stared in amazement. Renee's room was a labyrinth of forest with levels from floor to ceiling.  There were streams, ponds, waterfalls, flowers, trees, and even things like bookshelves, slides, and so much more.  Kiki motioned for them to follow her. &#

"Nooooo!"  "Kiki!  You need one!!"  "They'll just be like the others!!  But with easier access to me!!!"  "At least look at them…" Kiki was a living doll.  Popular among the rich.  They were one foot tall and didn't need to eat or drink.  Kiki's owner was Renee.  She was the only daughter of a very rich and powerful family.  She pampered Kiki, giving her everything she wanted.  And more.  However, despite the way it seemed, Kiki wasn't throwing a tantrum.  She was scared.  There were many other living dolls in the house.  Very few had any morals or ethics.  

Dream looked at her lovingly.  Then noticed Henry looking at her, as well. "Henry, may I ask you something?"  "Yes, but I may not answer."  "You will answer me.  What is your desired relationship with my daughter?"  "She is my friend."  "I did not ask about your current relationship with her." Dream had a feeling that Henry wanted a more intimate relationship with Emily.  But, upon reflection, He thought Henry might be best.  He protected her, and she sometimes needed protecting. Emily woke up soon. but stayed curled on the mushroom beside her papa.  Shortly voices were heard.  They were the same ones Emily and Henry had heard earlier.  An

The next time he woke up.  Emily was awake.  And brushing her hair.  Tail.  And ears.  She looked at him.  And smiled. "Let me brush your hair."  "No."  "Why?  It's such a mess." He had forgotten about that.  He was so used to it. His hair was hopelessly knotted.  His fur was matted.  And filthy. Emily smiled again. "I want to clean you up today." Henry was hesitant.  But his matted fur.  And knotted hair was uncomfortable.  And now that he wasn't wandering… "Fine." She hopped up.  And took him back to where the birds were.  Stopping by her papa to say good morning.  And grab some soap.  And a few cloths. Emily sat him down ne

Henry sat her down by Dream. "Papa.  What's in the very back of the forest?"  "The birds."  "Further back."  "Don't go there."  "I just did.  But Henry carried me off before I could figure it out."  "Thank you.  Henry." Henry nodded.  And Emily stamped her foot in frustration. "Papa what's back there?!" Dream drew deeply from his hookah.  He knew Emily would try to go back there again to figure it out.  But he wasn't sure the truth would keep her away.  As curious as she could be.  The smoke left his mouth as he spoke. "For every good there is a bad.  The good things are allowed to roam.  The bad things are confined to that area.  Stay a

He followed her further into the forest. "Don't step!"  "What?" Emily pointed at the squeaky horn ducks.  That Henry almost stepped on. She picked one up.  And nuzzled it. When she put it down.  It swam away. Henry felt something knock against his hoof.  It was a little bird with a hammer head.  He kicked it away.  Not hard.  But enough to make it angry. Emily fussed at the bird. "You don't hammer people.  No matter what kind of people they are." The bird looked ashamed.  And flew away. Henry's head jerked towards a small pond.  As he heard a frog croak.  Then what sounded like a drum. He explored this part of the forest.  Emily sta