Kitty: I purposefully do not use his name too often or explain who he is in detail for reasons of A) Not spoiling future possible plot; and B) Not spoiling the ending of the series for those who haven't read it yet. If you want to know, I'll tell you privately. And yes, this will make sense. I'm just writing it like one would write another Sandman volume. Except this time its set in LazyTown, isn't that nifty?
"Identity blurs on the moon's road."
-Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman: A Game of You"
\\Pools of sorrow, waves of joy…\\
Glamoured in all the pink of a peony, the pixie danced along the road of dreams, the rift between the dreaming and the waking, spinning around in circles and swinging the suitcase around her in great arcs. Music followed her everywhere, from all sides. She wondered if it was her imagination, but it seemed that the colors had gotten brighter as she followed the road. When her feet finally touched the ground (for she had been walking on the sands of dream-stuff, and not the true ground at all), she opened the card once again.
"In the front pocket of your suitcase I have included all legal documents you will need on the trip." The note began. "I wrote on the front of the card your human name so as not to call attention to who you are. To spare you any grief, I also went through the liberty of packing multiple pink outfits, as well as a diary so you may inform me constantly of the goings-on. I insist that this not fall into the wrong hands, lest someone else see my words upon the pages and find out your true nature. You'll have everything else you need when you contact Mayor Milford Meanswell, who just coincidentally happens to legally be your Uncle now. Lucky you. Stay as long as you like, but I will only allow you to return if you finish your mission. I wish you luck, and hope that you make many new friends."
She slowly turned the card to look at the front again.
Embossed on the front in bright pink stylized lettering was the name Stephanie.
She blinked.
"Stephanie. My name's Stephanie…" she tried it out, rolling the different syllables over her tongue, and finding the pronunciation she liked best. "…Hello, my name is Stephanie. Could you show me to the Mayor's office, please?"
She was ready.
As she looked through the town, she was rather confused. The place was almost desolate, and for all its bright cheer, she saw not a soul to fill the empty void. The only comfort was a telescopic lens.
"Smile for the camera…" she thought, bearing a grin, "…at least I'm not alone…maybe it's a TV show? Oh, there's the mayor." Her grin brightened, and she bounded towards the man. Best to make a good first impression as a happy little girl.
"Hello Stephanie, Oh, over here, Stephanie!" He waved to her.
"Hi, Uncle Milford!" She greeted back warmly, overjoyed to find that the Mayor was so nice.
"There you are, Stephanie!" The Mayor responded happily when she had walked up to him. They embraced in a cheery hug, and she was pleased to find that he smelled of cookies and citrus cleaning products. She liked him already.
"I'm so glad to be here!"
"And I'm so glad to have you! Oh, we'll have a wonderful time…how was your trip?" he asked her. She blinked, and mentally told herself that as long as she didn't tell him directly how she got there, she wasn't lying.
"Oh, it was alright. I like trains." She told him, remembering a trip she took with the original dream lord through the dreaming on a train.
"I'll take your suitcases, then…" he spoke, reaching for the handle…
"NO!" She shouted, remembering what she was told, "…It's okay; I got 'em!" she said, picking up the very light suitcases. She didn't need to be discovered so easily.
/Meanwhile, miles underground…/
The thin figure watched the girl through the telescopic lens. He wasn't blind to her faerie glamour, and he had become very suspicious.
"Well, THIS could mean trouble…" he muttered to himself. He knew full well who she was. He just didn't know why she was sent. And for what reason. He settled for pacing the cold, steel underground.
/Back at the Mayor's house…/
"Wow, Uncle! This is a nice place you have here!" she said, admiring the kitchen. She remembered the few times he had been allowed in the kitchen of the dreaming, but it had been much too big for her to stand. She had settled for cleaning up afterward instead of cooking after a few failed experiments with some daisy cookies, one of her own recipes. "I think I'll like it here…"
She soon realized that the smell was real, and not just a memory of the failed experiment with those cookies. "…What's that smell?"
"Oh-oh dear, oh…" the rotund man in the yellow suit scurried to the oven, opening it just to have a curtain of gray smoke billow out into his face. Needless to say, he was dejected. "Oh. Oh dear, I was baking a cake for Ms. Busybody, but I think I might just be making a mess for myself…"
"Ms. Busybody?" she asked herself, remembering a chubby blue-haired woman who had visited the dreaming a week ago demanding a visit to the top of the Eiffel Tower privately. "Yuck."
"Um, why don't I show you to your room?" he asked. As she left the room, she noticed that he had closed the oven door on an already burnt cake, all while having the oven still on 350. She twitched her foot to the left as they were leaving the room, using just enough power to shut off the oven. The little pixie girl was surprised that he hadn't burnt the place down already.
"This is your room!" he said, when they had entered.
"Wow…" she gasped when she saw the window with a butter sprite flower in the window. She didn't know there were any butter sprites left, and she thought of how nice it would be to live with a fellow faery creature, even if it was bound to a flower.
"Make yourself at home and take a rest…" the Mayor told her, getting ready to leave. She could have sworn he had said 'yourselves', but brushed it off as her mind playing tricks on her.
"Oh, but Uncle Milford, I'm not tired!"
"Really?" he questioned, surprised.
"Really! In fact, I was kinda hoping to play now…" she looked outside hopefully, remembering the music she had heard on the walk here.
"Oh! Well, uh, here ya go!" he spoke, handing her a deck of cards.
"Playing cards?" she muttered in disgust questioningly, looking at him with a hurt expression.
"Have a nice summer!" he told her, waving and leaving the room.
She sat down on the bed, dejected. Looking at the card she had been given before her trip, she slipped it in with the other luggage, and settled for building a tower of cards.
No news from the new Sandman.
\\...Are drifting through my open mind\\
Okay, so this is about halfway through the first episode. I do it this way so it doesn't seem unprofessional. And this way, once you find out exactly WHO I compare certain characters to, you'll watch the episodes again and again comparing the episodes to the fanfic, going "OMG IT IS TRUE!"
And it will be a very lovely joke for me.
Because people will think you're nuts until you show them the fanfic.