I opened my eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar place. All I could see was gray, green, and purple surrounding. Then I noticed a person floating towards me. The guy had gray hair, a black and gold outfit, and an eye patch.

"Where am I Pirate guy?" I asked.

"You're in a dream, and I'm not a pirate," he answered amused.

"Sure you aren't," I said sarcastically, "So who are you, and what do you mean I'm in a dream?"

"I'm Nightmare, a dream incubus. Also, this is the Dream Dimension, which I control," he said proudly.

"Good for you, now why am I here?" I rolled my eyes.

"You're here because I wanted to meet you," he smiled, "I also was trying to avoid paperwork," he muttered the last part under his breath.

"Oh, so this is because you are lazy," I said bluntly.

"I am not lazy," he said offended.

"Sure you're not," I rolled my eyes. Can't believe the lazy guy would use me for an excuse. I thought.

"I'm not lazy and I'm not using you for an excuse!" he shouted.

"Crap, another damn mind reader," I muttered half to myself.

"Yes I am a mind reader," he said.

"Stay out of my head," I demanded.

"No," he smirked.

I raised an eyebrow and smacked him across his head. He then started vomiting blood all over me.

"What the hell?" I wiped blood off my face.

"I'm a sickly incubus," he coughed.

I sighed, "Go to the doctor you damn idiot."

"No," he stopped coughing.

"Why not?"

"I hate doctors."

"I do too, and yet I go when I have too," I responded.

"No, you go to a vet," he shot back.

"That's because… Hey, stay out of my head," I yelled at him. We then started a full out argument about the differences of doctors and vets.

By the time we were done arguing, I was about to drag him by the ear straight down to the hospital. Then I started to wake up.

"The next time I see you I am dragging you to the hospital!" I yelled at Nightmare.

"Who are you taking to the hospital?" I looked over at Boris, who was sitting on the bed.

"I'm taking an annoying bastard, you want to come with us?" I invited.

"What annoying bastard chu?" Pierce popped up beside Boris.

"The annoying incubus," I answered and sat up and pushed the cat off.

"Oh, so you mean Nightmare," Boris said knowingly, "Sure, I'll go."

"Cool, Pierce, you coming?" I asked the mouse.

"Sure, I'll come," he gave me a hug.

"Get off of Sam, you damn rat," Boris growled.

"Eek, save me Sam," his grip got harder.

"Cut it out you two, and get out," I got up and shoved them out of the room.

With those two out, I went to get the clothes I had on the other day. I groaned at what I saw. My clothes were missing. In their place was another torture device. I sighed and put the dress on.

It was black dress with dark red at the edges that came to just below the knees. It had long sleeves. It also came with a pair of black and red striped socks that went past my knees and a pair of black death traps.

"Are you done yet?" Boris groaned for the millionth time.

I answered that by walking out. "Just wondering, who took my clothes?"

Boris smirked, "I did," he said triumphantly, "and I'm not giving them back."

I sighed, "At least give me back my backpack," he threw it at me and I caught it, "Thanks," I slung it over my shoulder.

"Ok, now let's go," he grabbed my wrist and drug me off, with Perce following behind.

Poor Nightmare, he's going to be forced into going to the hospital *Evil laugh*