[toss-turn-groan-yawn-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz]

Bookshelves rose three stories high. Y/n didn't remember coming here. The books didn't smell like books either- they smelt like grass.

"...through the ceiling of course, with a chocolate cake in your Hand," came Michael Rosen's voice. He spun. A Gardevoir stood there. She looked as surprised as he felt -- after all, Gardevoir aren't real. She he walked towards him.

"You're a real person," she stated.

"...really good, them jug things..." Michael Rosen's voice rang through the library.

"W-what?"

"errr-"

"How did you even come here?" A dagger materialized in Gardevoir's hand and she pushed Y/n into the ground.

"i demand to know how you got here," she held the dagger to his throat.

"This must be a nightmare," Y/n muttered. Ropes materialized around him. "Yep, definitely a nightmare."

"... chocolate-chocolate-chocolate-chocolate..."

The Gardevoir stared. She sat on his stomach, knife held to his throat. It changed into a meat cleaver.

" ...noice, noice, really tight..." resounded throughout the library rattling bookshelves. The Gardevoir grew wary.

"So what's your name?"

"Untie me first," Y/n replied cross. Gardevoir gingerly got up. She still held the cleaver in front of her.

"Now, who the heck are you?"

Y/n told her his name. She didn't lower the cleaver.

"Why did you attack me?"

"Anyone would if a strange person who wasn't a dream character suddenly appeared in their dream."

"...i've been up here for 3 weeks..." Gardevoir and Y/n stared at each other.

"You are not a Pokemon are you?"

"Wha- no..."

"So what are you," the Gardevoir asked.

"...and chocolate foogles atop the lollipop lady burst into flames from inside his mouth..."

"Why's there a weird Michael Rosen YTP playing in the background?" Y/n asked leaning against a book shelf.

"What's a Michael Rose YTC?" She had lowered the cleaver. Before Y/n could speak the world went dark. Moments later Y/n woke up in his dark bedroom.

"That was a weird dream," he muttered.

'Heyy, why am i still aware of you after i've woken up,' came Gardevoir's voice in his head.

"What? You aren't supposed to be real."

'i most certainly-'

"Maybe i'm still dreaming," he muttered, "maybe i'm still asle-"

'NO YOU AREN'T. LISTEN, i've no idea why you're stuck in my mind.'

"..." you couldn't think of much to say.

"So, how do we get rid of each other?" Y/n asked in the darkness.

'I *'t kno, this is the fir* *me s*meth* * t* *s happ* * *.'

"What's wrong with your voice?" Y/n asked.

Gardevoir's head

'W*'* *ng w* your *?' his voice was broken.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Gardevoir asked.

She didn't understand a single thought coming from his consciousness. Then everything went silent. 'That guy was plain weird,' she thought getting up.

3rd Person POV

"Hey, are you there?" Y/n muttered in the darkness of his room.

'Garrrdevoirrrr?' No snarky voice replied in his head. 'That's a lot better.' He went back to sleep.