AN: Got bored after watching Insheeption. And decided to do a little extra story... Cause you know, dreams are not always real, even if someone enters it and kills a bully from your past...

Decided to name Mr. Mackey, James because, why the fuck not?

James Mackey, or just Mackey Jr. As many called him, James was his fathers name. He was sitting on the floor in the Laundromat right below his apartment. The same crappy apartment he had been living in ever since he left South Park. He stopped working as a counsellor. He couldn't look at children right, not without seeing some monster. The monsters that oppressed him and made fun of him, just as they did when he was in school.

The bell on the door rang as another body entered. He slung the bag off his shoulder onto the washer next to Mackey's. Mackey gazed up at the body next to him. Dirty, thick jacket, and ripped jeans. Looked like a wannabe gangster. He continued to look up. Smooth blonde hair, most almost gone, slicked back. The man glanced down at him, his eyes went wide. The man looked as though he was going to say something, he went back to his laundry. As soon as he finished putting it in the machine he walked to the other side of the small room and lit up a cigarette.

'Y-you're not supposed to smoke in here. Smoking is bad, m'kay?'

The blonde man strode back over, leaning down to look Mackey in the face. 'I fucking thought it was you. Mackey.'

'How do you know who I am? I don't know you! M-m'kay?'

'Jesus Mackey. You don't remember elementary school at all do you? I do. I used to bully you. I wanted to beat you up so bad. But that was just because…'

Jr. stopped to think for a moment, 'Billy Thompson?'

'Just Bill now, Mackey.'

'But! They killed you! The hoarding experts, the dream experts, they killed you!'

'What the fuck are you blabbering about? I'm not dead, no one killed me.'

'It was all just in the dream?'

'Heh, probably. Things that happen in dreams don't always happen in life. If they did, well fuck, I could be rich and married...'

'Ah…'

'…to the man of my dreams.'

Mr. Mackey gawked at the other, 'You're gay?'

'Well yeah, I mean, didn't you ever notice? That's why I picked on you in elementary school you dumbass.'

'Oh…'

'I'm glad I found you actually, I, I wanted to apologize for that shit. I was a stupid kid…'

'It's okay, m'kay? I got over it. I mean, your bullying wasn't what caused me real problems. I figured out what the real problem was.'

'Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?'

'Like you give a h-hoot.'

'I'm sorry.'

The washer beeped loudly. Indicating the last of the laundry being done. Mackey stood up and moved his clothes into the dryer. 'You want to get a coffee, Bill?'

'Sure. It'd be nice to catch up.'

Both men left the Laundromat. Hoping that this wasn't some false dream, Mackey would hate if he had to do all that laundry again.