Simon
A chill snaking through the room shakes me from my sleep. My eyes fly open, and take in the room around me. A window has been flung open, and Baz's bed is empty. Shoving myself up, I hop out of bed, and start rummaging through Baz's stuff, not even bothering to try and be quiet. Baz was gone anyway.
"Come on Baz, you have to have some incriminating stuff in here somewhere," I muttered, annoyed. "Well Snow, not that I'm not flattered that you are rummaging through my underwear drawer, but I'd enjoy it if you got your hand away from my stuff," a familiar sneer interrupts my digging. Crap. Crap, crap crap crap! My brain is screaming on repeat. "Um, hi, I- umm..." I say, frantically digging for words. "Wonderfully articulate. Now. Away from the underwear drawer." I retract my hands immediately.
Hurrying away from Baz I flop back into bed to hide the heat rising to my cheeks, hurriedly trying to fall asleep.
Simon dreamscape
Simon spun around a big empty castle that looked a lot like a deserted Watford. Climbing up an almost endless tower encountering enemies along the way, and deftly trying to slice them down when his sword. Eventually, beaten and bloodied, he reached a door. Barging in, he saw Baz next to Agatha and Penelope, and they were laughing at Simon. "Hello Snow," Baz sneered, standing and charging towards him. Simon swung his sword, but Baz dodged and tackled him. Panny and Agatha morphed into he Humdrum who preceded to jump into a void that had just opened in the floor, and sucked everything but Simon and Baz out of the room, before disappearing.
Simon was pinned, and Baz had wrenched the sword for his grasp, but dream Baz didn't seem to be trying to hurt him. Leaning closer, Baz shoved his lips into Simon's, forcing himself onto Simon. Simon flipped and pinned him so he couldn't do anything, but didn't hurt Baz. Baz smiled sadly, waiting for him to kill him, and with that-