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‘ stop letting me win! it’s completely annoying and i am sick of it! ’ go play chess with Oz, they said.

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@brabbiits
‘ stop letting me win! it’s completely annoying and i am sick of it! ’ go play chess with Oz, they said.
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“Please, give that to me -- you don’t know what you’re messing with..! It’s dangerous.”
Everything felt like a void. It was all black. Nothing to hear, nothing to smell, and nothing to touch. How odd. He thought nothing surrounded him, yet he felt a prickle on the top of his head. His body started to feel cold. Another prickle. Something was falling. It took a moment to fully open his eyes. Emerald orbs lazily gazed down on his knees. Ah, he had fallen asleep. That’s not something he had the ability to do often. The magician blinked a few times then looked above him to see what had woke him. Water slipping down a leaf. Now that he looked at it, everything was wet. The bench he sat on, the grass, the trees, everything. Everything but him. What a miracle-- No, in this case, it was just magic. It didn’t surprise him. The boy sighed, unable to remember what he dreamed of. A foreign yet familiar feeling lingered with him. He stood hoping it would fall from him eventually after a walk. Taking the first step, looking ahead, he noticed a figure appear in the distance. It was a dreamer. What a wonderful thing to wake up to. Truly, he dreaded the thought of them, but would never admit to the fact he enjoyed their company from time to time. He took a step closer, then realized this dreamer looked all too familiar. Oz?
“Are you--” A quiet, timid voice, “Are you Oz?” It would be more than embarrassing if it wasn’t, but the sensation of hope splashed in his gut.