"Pink...feels familiar.."

Guest 1337 TLG/Forsaken/Dream Game AU parody! (Not with devs)

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Hello! Another parody by yours truly @discothemechanic! A The Last Guest x Forsaken x Dream Game AU! Rules must be set first of all!

1. Be respectful

2. Minors beware things can get gorey/freaky/explicit! Beware where you tread!

3. Don’t like the blog? Leave! Easy!

4. Mod is an adult so sending explicit stuff isn’t off the table just not recommended unless I know you!

5. When things get too much I will stop it immediately! Such as bullying the character to the point it’s WAY TOO MUCH! It’s happens before on other blogs.

5. Have fun!

sharing AU with @daydreaming-shopkeeper

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(I ship Guest 1337 x 007n7)

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I-I'm sorry, dad... I-I really am..." -> He buried his face into the older sleepwalker's chest and grips onto Pilot tighter, trying his hardest to press as close as he could to his father figure. "I-" -> He stammered a little, trying to put his thoughts together before speaking once more. "I... W-While you were out, I had... I had met someone in Pink Swamp. I-It was him, t-that mafia boss... We chatted and I... I-Invited himself. And... Well-" -> He tenses up, seeming a little worried to continue.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The sky soarer stopped sobbed and sniffed, tear running down his face as he cupped Elliot’s face and made him look at him.

“The maids boss!? Y-you know how dangerous that can be right!? What did he want from you!? You shouldn’t be in any depth!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Dad- Please- He didn't... He didn't hurt me or anything. No, h-he was... Quite polite and kind towards me... W-We even had tea together..." "And... And I-I've been with him recently.... He's- Um-" -> Fuck, how was he going to explain this? He's terrified about how Pilot would react to knowing they're together.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh Josafa- ok-“

He let go and backed up a little to clear his head for a min. He needed to process this information. He took a deep breath and looked at Elliot worryingly.

“I’m not mad but Please tell me he didn’t do anything to you- is he threatening you or my life?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"No... H-He and his soldiers have been nothing but kind to me... I- I wasn't expecting it really but... He uh- We're-" -> He whined, clearly struggling. "I-I've fallen in love with him-"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“You’re…together…”

He stood there for a moment and took in the information. Elliot…in a relationship with Mafioso. He didn’t expect that. Not one bit.

“How…long?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"N-Not long... He's been- He's been taking care of me and protecting me... H-He's not... Not as bad as many think..." -> He grabs his scarf and lifts it up, covering the lower half of his face as he blushes a little.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot stood there for a moment before huffing with a smile and pulling Elliot into another hug.

“If you trust him then I trust you. Just- let me know you’re leaving next time. You scared the shit out of me.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I'm sorry- I-It was an impulsive thought... I promise-!"

-> He held onto his father tightly and buried his face into the other's chest, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry... Please forgive me..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for. Just promise me you will tell me when are where you’re going….for my sanity…”

Hen brought up a hand to run through the other’s hair and squeezed a little reassuringly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I-I'm sorry, dad... I-I really am..." -> He buried his face into the older sleepwalker's chest and grips onto Pilot tighter, trying his hardest to press as close as he could to his father figure. "I-" -> He stammered a little, trying to put his thoughts together before speaking once more. "I... W-While you were out, I had... I had met someone in Pink Swamp. I-It was him, t-that mafia boss... We chatted and I... I-Invited himself. And... Well-" -> He tenses up, seeming a little worried to continue.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The sky soarer stopped sobbed and sniffed, tear running down his face as he cupped Elliot’s face and made him look at him.

“The maids boss!? Y-you know how dangerous that can be right!? What did he want from you!? You shouldn’t be in any depth!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Dad- Please- He didn't... He didn't hurt me or anything. No, h-he was... Quite polite and kind towards me... W-We even had tea together..." "And... And I-I've been with him recently.... He's- Um-" -> Fuck, how was he going to explain this? He's terrified about how Pilot would react to knowing they're together.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh Josafa- ok-“

He let go and backed up a little to clear his head for a min. He needed to process this information. He took a deep breath and looked at Elliot worryingly.

“I’m not mad but Please tell me he didn’t do anything to you- is he threatening you or my life?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"No... H-He and his soldiers have been nothing but kind to me... I- I wasn't expecting it really but... He uh- We're-" -> He whined, clearly struggling. "I-I've fallen in love with him-"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“You’re…together…”

He stood there for a moment and took in the information. Elliot…in a relationship with Mafioso. He didn’t expect that. Not one bit.

“How…long?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"N-Not long... He's been- He's been taking care of me and protecting me... H-He's not... Not as bad as many think..." -> He grabs his scarf and lifts it up, covering the lower half of his face as he blushes a little.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot stood there for a moment before huffing with a smile and pulling Elliot into another hug.

“If you trust him then I trust you. Just- let me know you’re leaving next time. You scared the shit out of me.”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I-I'm sorry, dad... I-I really am..." -> He buried his face into the older sleepwalker's chest and grips onto Pilot tighter, trying his hardest to press as close as he could to his father figure. "I-" -> He stammered a little, trying to put his thoughts together before speaking once more. "I... W-While you were out, I had... I had met someone in Pink Swamp. I-It was him, t-that mafia boss... We chatted and I... I-Invited himself. And... Well-" -> He tenses up, seeming a little worried to continue.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The sky soarer stopped sobbed and sniffed, tear running down his face as he cupped Elliot’s face and made him look at him.

“The maids boss!? Y-you know how dangerous that can be right!? What did he want from you!? You shouldn’t be in any depth!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Dad- Please- He didn't... He didn't hurt me or anything. No, h-he was... Quite polite and kind towards me... W-We even had tea together..." "And... And I-I've been with him recently.... He's- Um-" -> Fuck, how was he going to explain this? He's terrified about how Pilot would react to knowing they're together.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh Josafa- ok-“

He let go and backed up a little to clear his head for a min. He needed to process this information. He took a deep breath and looked at Elliot worryingly.

“I’m not mad but Please tell me he didn’t do anything to you- is he threatening you or my life?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"No... H-He and his soldiers have been nothing but kind to me... I- I wasn't expecting it really but... He uh- We're-" -> He whined, clearly struggling. "I-I've fallen in love with him-"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“You’re…together…”

He stood there for a moment and took in the information. Elliot…in a relationship with Mafioso. He didn’t expect that. Not one bit.

“How…long?”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I-I'm sorry, dad... I-I really am..." -> He buried his face into the older sleepwalker's chest and grips onto Pilot tighter, trying his hardest to press as close as he could to his father figure. "I-" -> He stammered a little, trying to put his thoughts together before speaking once more. "I... W-While you were out, I had... I had met someone in Pink Swamp. I-It was him, t-that mafia boss... We chatted and I... I-Invited himself. And... Well-" -> He tenses up, seeming a little worried to continue.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The sky soarer stopped sobbed and sniffed, tear running down his face as he cupped Elliot’s face and made him look at him.

“The maids boss!? Y-you know how dangerous that can be right!? What did he want from you!? You shouldn’t be in any depth!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Dad- Please- He didn't... He didn't hurt me or anything. No, h-he was... Quite polite and kind towards me... W-We even had tea together..." "And... And I-I've been with him recently.... He's- Um-" -> Fuck, how was he going to explain this? He's terrified about how Pilot would react to knowing they're together.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh Josafa- ok-“

He let go and backed up a little to clear his head for a min. He needed to process this information. He took a deep breath and looked at Elliot worryingly.

“I’m not mad but Please tell me he didn’t do anything to you- is he threatening you or my life?”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"I-I'm sorry, dad... I-I really am..." -> He buried his face into the older sleepwalker's chest and grips onto Pilot tighter, trying his hardest to press as close as he could to his father figure. "I-" -> He stammered a little, trying to put his thoughts together before speaking once more. "I... W-While you were out, I had... I had met someone in Pink Swamp. I-It was him, t-that mafia boss... We chatted and I... I-Invited himself. And... Well-" -> He tenses up, seeming a little worried to continue.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The sky soarer stopped sobbed and sniffed, tear running down his face as he cupped Elliot’s face and made him look at him.

“The maids boss!? Y-you know how dangerous that can be right!? What did he want from you!? You shouldn’t be in any depth!”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"DAD!" -> The shopkeeper smiled as he hurried towards the older sleepwalker, basically throwing himself into the other's arms and hugging onto the former pilot tightly. "Y-You're here...!"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot squeezed tightly and never wanted to let go, never let Elliot out of his sight again. Even though that can’t really be done. He let out a sob and started crying again.

“Josafa! You s-scared me half to death! I looked in all the dreams I knew existed!- i was at the point I was going into random ones!”

He didn’t care if his boots were soggy or that they were standing in the middle of the garden. He was just happy that Elliot was ok.

“I-I thought the w-worst could’ve happened! You lost your c-crowbar or the mafia g-got you! It scared me so much!”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

-> The shopkeeper slowly moved through the wetlands that covered the garden, his hands gripping tightly onto the strap of his satchel. "Dad...? Dad!" - @daydreaming-shopkeeper

Pilot perked up from one of the seats of the church and slowly got up with tears in his eyes still. He ran out the doors, splashing the water as he dashed towards the sound.

“Ellie! Elliot!”

[the-last-sleepwalker]

There he was, at the pews, sitting down with his head in his hands and small sobs escaped him. His body racking with every one.

He felt like a horrible father and friend. His heart was sunk and he was exhausted. It was true about what that robot said. If he was Elliot’s father he should know where he’s at. Although he doesn’t.

He should have knew where Elliot was going, he should’ve knew other places Elliot liked. What he liked to do outside the Pink Swamp….

Even praying isn’t clearing his mind…Giving him a hint. He just continued to sob and curl up on the pew…Maybe he really was a bad father…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Frozen Edge." -> He states. "Not even us Ten-Mou natives are willing to go there... It's- I-Impossibly cold. I doubt anyone even LIVES there. A-And if they did, they'd be dead by now."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Good thing I didn’t go there then…”

He thought to himself for a moment, his Brian making up scenarios of Elliot somehow ending up there or any other dangerous dream! It sent a shiver down Pilot’s spine.

“Are there…more dangerous dreams like that?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"ALL of the dreams can be dangerous if you're not careful. But those... Abyssal Dreams can be dreadful sometimes." -> He stated, a mechanical snort sound effect coming from him. "And... Aren't you a SLEEPWALKER? Shouldn't you have that fancy crowbar of yours or whatever? Take you back to whatever little house you freaks use to travel..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh, that thing.”

Pilot perked up, took off his backpack and pulled out the crowbar from it. He held it in his now burning hands.

“I forget I have this sometimes. I guess every time I’ve gone to the church I just walked and walked back….I like walking through the scenery of the Garden of Fulfillment…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"You should head back to your little house or whatever it is. If you're so desperate to find this "Elliot" person or whatever, then getting out of here is your first step..." -> The robot waved his hand a little, faint blue lines stemming off the coil wrapped tightly around his arms. "If that guy you're looking for is smart enough... He didn't venture into somewhere like Frozen Edge."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“…I guess to go to the church…maybe praying could help me…”

He got up and threw his backpack back on. He then looked over at the robot and smiled.

“I never got your name”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"00-7. Or just 7." -> The robot crossed his arms over his robotic chest, the little orb atop of his head emitting a low sound as he watched the other prepare to leave. "And instead of going to some little church or whatever maybe you should look in the places you know your son or whatever would be at."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m Pilot and That’s the thing, I have no idea where he would be….trust me I would’ve check other places I know where he would be by now.”

The sky soarer looked a defeated right now, gripping the crowbar tightly. He was a horrible dad wasn’t he? He didn’t even know where Elliot would go other than the pink swamp….

“Thank you 7….for your kindness…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Don't get yourself killed." -> And that's all the robot said before turning and walking off somewhere else within the space. No goodbye, no good luck. Just one simple sentence that held too much weight. -> 'Don't get yourself killed.'

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot nodded and teleported back to that house to move dreams. The cold hit him back again but he was quick to get out of there.

Maybe Josafa could help him find some leads…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Frozen Edge." -> He states. "Not even us Ten-Mou natives are willing to go there... It's- I-Impossibly cold. I doubt anyone even LIVES there. A-And if they did, they'd be dead by now."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Good thing I didn’t go there then…”

He thought to himself for a moment, his Brian making up scenarios of Elliot somehow ending up there or any other dangerous dream! It sent a shiver down Pilot’s spine.

“Are there…more dangerous dreams like that?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"ALL of the dreams can be dangerous if you're not careful. But those... Abyssal Dreams can be dreadful sometimes." -> He stated, a mechanical snort sound effect coming from him. "And... Aren't you a SLEEPWALKER? Shouldn't you have that fancy crowbar of yours or whatever? Take you back to whatever little house you freaks use to travel..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh, that thing.”

Pilot perked up, took off his backpack and pulled out the crowbar from it. He held it in his now burning hands.

“I forget I have this sometimes. I guess every time I’ve gone to the church I just walked and walked back….I like walking through the scenery of the Garden of Fulfillment…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"You should head back to your little house or whatever it is. If you're so desperate to find this "Elliot" person or whatever, then getting out of here is your first step..." -> The robot waved his hand a little, faint blue lines stemming off the coil wrapped tightly around his arms. "If that guy you're looking for is smart enough... He didn't venture into somewhere like Frozen Edge."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“…I guess to go to the church…maybe praying could help me…”

He got up and threw his backpack back on. He then looked over at the robot and smiled.

“I never got your name”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"00-7. Or just 7." -> The robot crossed his arms over his robotic chest, the little orb atop of his head emitting a low sound as he watched the other prepare to leave. "And instead of going to some little church or whatever maybe you should look in the places you know your son or whatever would be at."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m Pilot and That’s the thing, I have no idea where he would be….trust me I would’ve check other places I know where he would be by now.”

The sky soarer looked a defeated right now, gripping the crowbar tightly. He was a horrible dad wasn’t he? He didn’t even know where Elliot would go other than the pink swamp….

“Thank you 7….for your kindness…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Frozen Edge." -> He states. "Not even us Ten-Mou natives are willing to go there... It's- I-Impossibly cold. I doubt anyone even LIVES there. A-And if they did, they'd be dead by now."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Good thing I didn’t go there then…”

He thought to himself for a moment, his Brian making up scenarios of Elliot somehow ending up there or any other dangerous dream! It sent a shiver down Pilot’s spine.

“Are there…more dangerous dreams like that?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"ALL of the dreams can be dangerous if you're not careful. But those... Abyssal Dreams can be dreadful sometimes." -> He stated, a mechanical snort sound effect coming from him. "And... Aren't you a SLEEPWALKER? Shouldn't you have that fancy crowbar of yours or whatever? Take you back to whatever little house you freaks use to travel..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh, that thing.”

Pilot perked up, took off his backpack and pulled out the crowbar from it. He held it in his now burning hands.

“I forget I have this sometimes. I guess every time I’ve gone to the church I just walked and walked back….I like walking through the scenery of the Garden of Fulfillment…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"You should head back to your little house or whatever it is. If you're so desperate to find this "Elliot" person or whatever, then getting out of here is your first step..." -> The robot waved his hand a little, faint blue lines stemming off the coil wrapped tightly around his arms. "If that guy you're looking for is smart enough... He didn't venture into somewhere like Frozen Edge."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“…I guess to go to the church…maybe praying could help me…”

He got up and threw his backpack back on. He then looked over at the robot and smiled.

“I never got your name”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Frozen Edge." -> He states. "Not even us Ten-Mou natives are willing to go there... It's- I-Impossibly cold. I doubt anyone even LIVES there. A-And if they did, they'd be dead by now."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Good thing I didn’t go there then…”

He thought to himself for a moment, his Brian making up scenarios of Elliot somehow ending up there or any other dangerous dream! It sent a shiver down Pilot’s spine.

“Are there…more dangerous dreams like that?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"ALL of the dreams can be dangerous if you're not careful. But those... Abyssal Dreams can be dreadful sometimes." -> He stated, a mechanical snort sound effect coming from him. "And... Aren't you a SLEEPWALKER? Shouldn't you have that fancy crowbar of yours or whatever? Take you back to whatever little house you freaks use to travel..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Oh, that thing.”

Pilot perked up, took off his backpack and pulled out the crowbar from it. He held it in his now burning hands.

“I forget I have this sometimes. I guess every time I’ve gone to the church I just walked and walked back….I like walking through the scenery of the Garden of Fulfillment…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Frozen Edge." -> He states. "Not even us Ten-Mou natives are willing to go there... It's- I-Impossibly cold. I doubt anyone even LIVES there. A-And if they did, they'd be dead by now."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Good thing I didn’t go there then…”

He thought to himself for a moment, his Brian making up scenarios of Elliot somehow ending up there or any other dangerous dream! It sent a shiver down Pilot’s spine.

“Are there…more dangerous dreams like that?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Not anyone I could get immediately so... Just wrap yourself up and get comfortable. With how cold it is here it's going to take you a while..." "Welcome to Ten-Mou. The second coldest place in all of the Dreamsphere." -> Second coldest?

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“What’s the coldest?”

He wrapped the blanket around himself again and got comfortable. Maybe Elliot would find him instead of him finding Elliot? He doubted it. Not that he don’t believe in the other, he was scared Somthing bad happened…

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Blah blah blah... I do not care. At all. Now will you do what you're told and sit back down? Josafa! You fleshy beings don't listen at all!" -> He's getting a little agitated now. "In the state you're in you can't be doing ANYTHING until you properly warm up! Do I need to spell stuff out for you?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“S-sorry-“

He sat back down immediately and curled in on himself again. This was embarrassing. He looked away and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.

“Is there…anyone you think could help me?”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

A tall man walked into Ten-mou, looking like he was about to turn into a popsicle from how cold it was to him. Definitely with what he was wearing and the flowers decorating his skin and clothes…he wasn’t from this dream. Sleepwalker?

@the-last-sleepwalker [Pilot for 00-7]

-> The robot took notice of the sleepwalker almost instantly, his censors going off as he watched the other from a distance. His tail moved back and forth, kicking up some snow. -> He didn't know who this was, but he knew the sleepwalker wouldn't last much longer in the Ten Mou snow.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

The cold seemed like frostbite on his skin. It was most likely due to him being in Apollo. He always was and he really didn’t need to worry about that outside the Pink Swamp. Now he does.

He collapsed into the snow and clouded in on himself. Pilot’s limbs felt numb and frostbitten….although he still tried getting up. He wasn’t giving up.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Idiot." -> A voice hissed out from the distance before a pair of arms around the Pink Swamp native, hoisting him up and pulling him against his body. "This is why your flesh and blood bodies are so... Ineffective. Faulty, weak."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Huh?...”

He clung to the other tightly, trying to register who was talking to him and helping him up. His only eye was squinting up at them, you could see the exhaustion in it.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All o-of you! Squishy, warm beings!!! Pathetic, really." -> The robot hissed out as he dragged the sleepwalker towards the "center" of Ten-Mou, a place deep within the snow and rocks, the little warmth the place carried consuming them. "You're LUCKY that I took pity on you!" -> He huffs, bringing the sleepwalker into what looked like some kind of bedroom. Not the one you'd find in a normal house, just a... Room of beds, nothing else.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I apologize…I’m not used to this cold….”

He clung to the robot, still shivering, frost cling to his fingers. He hated the wet feeling of the snow, made his clothes uncomfortable.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Obviously!" -> He huffed, the cartoonish expression on his face morphing into something more serious, bordering on pissed off as he got the sleepwalker into one of the beds. "A-At least it's not my job to clean these beds... Eugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Thank- thank you…”

He couldn’t help but curl into the bed, gripping the sheets and leaning into the warmth. The pink flowers covering his body threatening to wilt.

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Whatever." -> The orb atop his head vibrated a little, emitting a low noise as he moved away from the sleepwalker, muttering something to himself under his breath. -> This person, who must've been a native, didn't look... Organic. Metallic, a strange blue coil wrapped around one of his arms, the odd way his face moved and shifted.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

Pilot watched the robot with a curious eye. Maybe this guy could help him find Elliot? It was worth a shot.

“Is it alright if I ask…for another favor?…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

-> He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. "Fine. It better not be something ridiculous! I've already broken my back for you!" -> He moves closer to the sleepwalker, eyes narrowing slightly.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m looking for someone, my son. He left and didn’t return. I stumbled here after going out to look him…do you know where he could be?”

He sat up and wrapped the blanket of the bed around himself. He let out a tiny and high pitched sneeze and sniffled. The cold really got to him huh?

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"U-Unless you can give me any more information than your "son" could literally be anyone to me... Do you have a name? Picture? ANYTHING? Or do you expect me to just be able to pull something out of my ass?" -> Okay, a little rude. But this robot didn't really seem fond of people in general.

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“His name is Elliot, he wears white and red, red visor and yellow skin…he’s a sleepwalker like me…”

He looked down for a moment before looking up at 00-7 with puppy eyes. Not on purpose but it was an accidentally thing when begging for help.

“Please- he a sweet kid and I don’t want to think about what has happened…”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Ugh..." -> Another sleepwalker? Really? "You Sleepwalkers ALWAYS getting into trouble! I wouldn't be shocked if he's a pie hiker too... Haven't seen him, don't know where he is." "Shouldn't YOU have an inkling of an idea where he is?"

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“Trust me if I did I wouldn’t be asking….”

Pilot was now embarrassed, curling in on himself and looking away in shame. Not knowing where the person your closest is pitiful.

He sneezed again before clearing his throat and sighing, letting the blanket slide off of him and getting up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you…I’ll be on my way again…..”

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"Sit down, idiot." -> He hissed, his cursor tail stiffening slightly in annoyance. "I can't believe I have to tell some squishy being to take care of themselves! Ugh..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I’m…squishy?”

He tilted his head over at the robot with a smile. It was amusing how the other talked to him. It did make sense though, going out right now while he was still in Apollo wasn’t the best idea….

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

"All of you... NON-ROBOTIC creatures are squishy. Warm and... Ineffective." -> Most of them, in his mind, the only one he'd never insult is the person who created, his own cousin. "I don't know how you creatures exist..."

[the-last-sleepwalker]

“I think Josafa just likes us here I guess?”

He didn’t sit back down like the robot asked and only turned to them instead. He found the other amusing.

“I know I’m dying in the Waking World…The Rose Seekers brought me here, I’m trapped in an eternal sleep.”