The Legend of Anya

((Disclaimer: WHY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN! CUZ I CAN! All the characters in this are based off of MAR characters and out of my own mind of doom. I hope you all can notice how much I write different than before! HERE WE GO! ))

"Hey, hey, HEY GET UP!" a loud voice echoed within the ears of Phantom. But this voice wasn't like a normal loud voice. It cringed the dear non beating heart of the once villain to the core of his being. It made him think of destroying things and blood, oh lots and lots of blood.

"Tom, get your butt up right now!" the voice echoed again… this time different. It sounded familiar just like… Loco's.

Tom opened his eyes to see a small ball of light floating above him. Narrowing his eyes, the small ball of light turned into Loco… but this Loco had wings.

"Uh…"

"Tom…" Loco growled, her rage growing with every second, "Where-are-we-?"

Tom was about to respond but he noticed that… he didn't know where he was either. He sat up in the bed he was in and saw that his once living room changed into a tree house. Tom jumped out of bed and noticed that his pajama pants and old t-shirt were gone and that he was wearing a green tunic and hat. He ran over to a mirror in the room and stared into the reflection. He was a child, with pointed ears. His outfit was weird, his room was weird, and everything was weird. He looked over to Loco and tried to talk but nothing came out of his mouth.

"… HAHAHAHA! You can't talk!" she said falling down onto the ground.

Tom clamped his hands around her and gave her one of the most evil looks his little kid self could give. The look demanded what was going on.

"Hey, how am I supposed to know?" Loco yelled gasping for air, "I woke up looking like this!"

Tom let the little girl go and grabbed the closest thing to a piece of paper and wrote down, "Then how did this happen?"

Loco shrugged, "Hey all I know is that you're supposed to go see the Great Johnson Trees and now- You fell asleep playing a videogame didn't you Tom…"

Tom blinked for a second and hit his head hard on the side of the wooden tree house.

"Why is it that every time you dream we get sucked into your dreams?" Loco yelled hitting him in the head too.

Tom tried to yell but nothing came out of his mouth. Loco laughed again and sat down on his head.

"Onward to the Great *snerk* Johnson Trees!" Loco yelled pointing forward.

Tom sighed, knowing that he had no choice. The only way out of his dreams was to get through to the end… Why can't he dream normally?