A/N: Ok, so Just so it's understood, I might not be able to post all the time, as I only have few days off. I think it should also be known that I rarely write, (as I'm more of a zoologist person) so I may have bad grammar or incorrect spelling (which would be less often since I have an autocorrect [it auto corrected my misspellings of auto and corrected when writing this]) Also, I would love your feedback on how you feel about the story and any grammar mistakes, things that are hard to understand, as I didn't give enough of an explanation, or how I should make it better in general. Thank you for your time and please, enjoy the story.

Carlton rushed downstairs, the smell of bacon urging him to move faster. He jumped down the steps, and into the kitchen. His father was in the room, cooking scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

Carlton sat at the table, waiting for the food to be finished. He was chanting "Bacon. Bacon. Bacon." Over and over again, getting louder until he was screaming it. His father gave him a plate of food, then got one for himself.

As they ate breakfast, Clay noticed that Carlton seemed to be a bit off colored. He was thinking about asking him about it, when his thoughts were inturrupted by a knock on the door.

Carlton got up and walked to the door, looking out it to see John standing there. He swung the door open, not noticing the loud noise it gave from hitting the wall.

"Hey John, how've you been?" Carlton asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm just trying to figure out about Charlie. About how fake Charlie was saying that real Charlie was a robot. It's just, we've known Charlie her whole life, and not once did she ever seem to know."

Carlton replied. "It's so early in the morning."I'm so tired."

"I can come back later if you want." John offered.

"No. I've got to be somewhere later. I've got something I need to return." Carlton answered

"Ok, well I'll see you soon then." John said as he started walking away.

"Bye John. Meet me tommorow at noon. I'll be free then." Carlton called to John. John nodded, then headed back in his car. Carlton closed the door and sighed as he headed back to his room, not even finishing his breakfast. He needed to go somewhere. Somewhere only he could go...

Carlton went upstairs to his room. He grabbed the picture that was set neatly on his desk. It was one of if not the only neat thing he had. His room was messy and disorganized.

"Note to self, clean room later." Carlton said as he laid on his bed. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Carlton woke up, Michael by his side.

"Welcome back Carlton," Michael greeted him as Carlton started to crawl from under the table.

"Hi Michael," Carlton said as he stood up. He looked around, sure enough the only thing he saw were tables, the stage, and many pictures that Michael drew himself.

"Is it just me, or is it very barren in here?" Carlton asked, swearing he remembered there being more stuff than last time.

"It's not just you. Someone's been coming in and stealing our stuff. This wouldn't be a problem, if we could go to the outside world and get more things. I would try and stop them, but they looked desperate and helpless." Michael replied coming out from underneath the table behind him.

"How often do they come in?" Carlton asked, curious about Michaels answer.

"About once a week. This has been happening for about two months now." Michael responded. Carlton was shocked. He knew Michael couldn't be joking about his answer, he seemed so genuine.

"I can go outside, maybe I can try to bring some stuff to you." Carlton offered. Michael smiled.

"Yeah that sounds good. And when you come back here, can you bring some food. It's been 15 years and I've been craving donuts recently." Michael said.

"I thought you could make whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, and that you didn't have to eat." Carlton laughed.

"I don't have to eat, but I can still eat if I want to. Also, if I could make whatever I wanted, we wouldn't be losing stuff." Michael said in response. Carlton grabbed his drawing.

"Well I'll be back tonight when I go to sleep, and this time, I'll bring donuts for you." Carlton said as he went back under the table. Michael smiled, and waved goodbye to Carlton. Carlton waved bye back and laid down. When he woke up, he was back in his bed. He set the drawing on his desk and wrote a sticky note to himself saying to but a box of donuts. He checked the clock. The time said 3:09 pm. He decided he was going to go meet Jessica at her place.

So that's the end of the first chapter. The reason it's so late after Carlton wakes up, is because time in that world is slower in the real world, meaning two minutes in the dream world is like five hours in the real world. Let me know how I did, and how I could improve. See y'all around. Byeeee

P.S all the chapters are going to be about this long. I actually put the planned second chapter with the first to make it longer. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me and I will answer them the the best of my ability. Bye for now -Foxydabest