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Episode 25:

Call Me Your Dream Girl

-Twyla-

Evening of Tuesday, October 3, Twyla sulked as she ascended the stairs to the dorm in the shadow. Blondie had obtained some type of light magical protection from Cleo that prevented Twyla from using her shadow. Plus, Blondie managed to hide in plain sight. Twyla would catch a glimpse of Blondie's sunglow hair only to turn around and not see her. Catching Blondie off guard was impossible. Billy must have told them that I was asking questions. What is it that they don't want me to see?

She paused when she stepped through a familiar shadow on the senior landing. She slipped out of shadow and whispered, "Billy?"

Billy became visible as he glared down at her, "What do you want?"

Her eyes scanned his disheveled form and spotted a purple shimmer upon his neck. Her lips curled in disgust as she gazed at him, "That's from Mal, isn't it?"

"Twyla-"

"You always seem to be covered in something." She gave a dry laugh, "And that day in the hall, Darling told you to go away-"

"Are you accusing me?" Billy asked incredulously.

"You two weren't getting along in those last few days before." She inhaled sharply, "Because she knew about you and me."

She lowered her head and whispered, "Was there anyone else I need to know about?"

Billy huffed as he stomped up the stairs. A paint can collided with the side of his head and covered him in red.

Twyla dodged the paint as she peered up the steps and spotted a hovering Porter Geiss.

Porter tossed and caught a spray can in his hand, "Yeah, Billy, why don't you tell us who else you messed around with!"

Billy wiped paint from his face, "Porter, let me pass."

"Into death?" Porter holstered his spray can and cracked his knuckles, "Gladly."

Billy ran into the senior hallway and became invisible as Porter dove towards him. Twyla slid into shadows and watched the mayhem.

Porter summoned multiple cans of paint and coated the hallway in red, "Face me coward!"

Billy's paint coated form dripped in the center of the hallway.

Porter's brow twitched in irritation as his ghostly glow darkened. He threw his head back and screamed as dozens of chains sprang forth like snakes rearing back in the grass. He thrust his arm forward and the chains leapt into action.

Billy raised the scales of his arms and batted away chains as he dodged.

Porter was persistent. He sent volley after volley after him.

Billy swung his arm, his reptilian gaze hyper-focused on his opponent. Sparks flew as he knocked chains away. His eyes widened as Porter zoomed towards him wielding a chain like a whip.

Billy grunted as he deflected it.

Porter cackled like a maniac, "No one can save you from death, playboy! But don't worry. You'll join Darling soon enough, not that she'll want to see you."

Billy snatched the chain as Porter brought it down and tucked it in the crook of his arm. He rotated his scales as he grabbed Porter's arm.

Porter's eyes widened as his arm shortened and solidified, "What are you doing to me! What the hell is this!"

"Condensing you," Billy announced as he pulled Porter close.

"Stop eking my ecto!" Porter screeched as he kicked his feet in protest, "How can you do this? Why do you know this? What-"

Billy stood face to face with Porter and hissed, "If you want to haunt me that's fine, but keep Darling's name out of your mouth. You know nothing about her."

Porter's eye twitched as he laughed and pushed himself through Billy. He flipped midair and wrapped a chain around Billy's neck, "You think you can order me around?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Mal asked as she stepped into the hallway.

"Ending his playboy lifestyle," Porter smirked as he flew upward and yanked. The chain around Billy's neck tightened as he was dragged along.

Mal ran forward and screamed as she raised her hand and cast a red-tinted spell. It hit the chain in a burst of smoke and Billy landed on the floor with a thud as Porter escaped through the ceiling.

Billy coughed and removed the chain as Mal slid on the paint-slick floor in front of him. He tossed the chain and caught her as she fell, "Careful, it's a little wet."

Twyla stepped out of her shadow to take a closer look at the chain. On the edge where the spell had collided was the purple shimmer of Mal's magical signature.

Mal struggled to her feet as she glanced around the hall, "What did you do to piss off a poltergeist?"

Billy laughed as he stood, "Don't worry, it's just ghost paint, it will disappear after a while."

Mal folded her arms, "Still doesn't answer the question."

"Billy cheated on him apparently," Twyla quipped as she deposited the chain in her shadow.

Mal turned with eyes wide, "Billy and… Porter?"

"What? No!" Billy shouted, "Porter and Spectra are dating. They did date. They were dating. Its' complicated. Point is, Spectra came on to me and Porter is mad."

"So evil," Mal quirked a brow, "You are just full of surprises."

Twyla gazed down at her paint covered shoes, "How long does ghost paint take to wear off?"

Billy shrugged, "An hour or two. It might reappear in the light of a full moon but only if a message was written with it."

"Gasp!" Abbey shouted, "Who hunted on this hallway?"

All heads turned. Twyla ran towards her with arms wide, "Abbey, you're out of the infirmary."

Abbey allowed the hug, "Yes. I told you I heal. Come, I hope you take good notes. I miss tons of schoolwork."

Twyla laughed as she followed Abbey up the stairs, "Don't worry Abbey, I've got you covered."

Later that evening, Twyla and Farrah stood at the podium in the dorm for the midnight watch.

Twyla leaned over the podium when a faint scrapping on the lock of the dorm door was heard. She whispered, "Did you hear that?"

Farrah furrowed her brow in confusion. The door clicked as it was slowly opened.

Twyla grabbed Farrah's hand and dragged her into the shadows. A moment later, Blondie crept inside the dorm almost blending with the objects around her.

Twyla narrowed her eyes, "What is she doing? Why doesn't she notice the lack of guard detail?"

Blondie rounded the corner and snuck into the bed area. Twyla held Farrah's hand as she dragged her through the shadow of a bed close to Blondie. She had to shield her eyes because the light trap covering Blondie obscured most of her vision.

Farrah tugged on Twyla's sleeve, "What's going on? Can you let me go?"

Twyla ignored Farrah as she peered around the bed. Her eyes widened as she watched Blondie slide a small object under Cleo's mattress.

Now I've got her. Twyla smirked as she snuck back to the podium and shoved Farrah out of the shadows. She now had a witness, and if she timed it just right, she could get Blondie.

She glided into the shadow just outside the dorm door and waited. Sure enough, Blondie slipped out of the dorm and turned. When Blondie's back was to her, Twyla grabbed her and dragged her into shadows.

When Blondie fell, the light trap dispersed leaving the shadows pitch black inside. Blondie responded to her change of environment with a punch to Twyla's face.

Twyla gripped Blondie with her shadow arms, "Ow, Blondie, its me! What did you bring Cleo? What are you two plotting?"

Blondie threw her head back and smashed Twyla's nose, "It's too dark in here, you are not interrogating me here, traitor!"

Twyla grabbed Blondie's face with her primary hands, "Traitor? What is your deal? Look just tell me what you were doing. Why give Cleo something this late at night? Why not deliver it during the day or when you guys have your super-secret meetings?"

Blondie's eyes scanned wildly about and she stomped down on Twyla's foot. She shoved Twyla backwards as she turned with her arms stretched out in front of her, "I can't see, let me out of here."

Twyla walked towards Blondie and sighed, "Keep your voice down, geez."

As Twyla reached out to Blondie, footsteps echoed up the stairs. Twyla shoved Blondie out of the shadows and ran back to the podium. She turned to Farrah and whispered, "I think we might get a night raid."

Farrah nodded and went into the bed area to warn everyone else about the random inspection.

Twyla popped out of the shadow and stood guard as the door opened.

LT Ching entered the dorm, "Where is your second entry controller? I could kill you now and no one would find you until morning. Such a sloppy guard rotation is unacceptable."

Farrah walked around the corner and stood at attention, "LT Ching, all windows secure at this time, ma'am."

Ching nodded, "Your log."

Farrah walked to the podium, picked up the log book and handed it to Ching.

Ching briefly glanced at it before she tossed it aside with disinterest. She stalked towards the latrine, her head on a swivel as she inspected it.

Twyla peaked around the corner and peered into the bed area. It was the first time this year there had been a night raid and it set her on edge. Everyone kept up with their chores but they had also been focused on other things. Chores were on the bottom of the to do list and Twyla hoped that her classmates had kept everything up to standards.

Ching opened the latrine door and commanded, "Everyone up, into the latrine."

Everyone hustled into the latrine and Ching closed the door and inspected the bed area. She tossed beds, kicked over trunks and went through everything. She appeared to be focusing on jewelry.

Once the entire dorm was trashed, she glared, "Both of you into the latrine." Twyla and Farrah obeyed.

Ching followed behind them, "Turn out your pockets and lie face down on the ground with your fingers spread."

Everyone pulled their pockets inside out as they lay upon the floor. Twyla glanced in Cleo's direction. Cleo was calm and collected as Ching patted her down and moved on to the next person.

Once Ching had completed her search, she glared down at everyone, "The sink had a hair in it. Unacceptable. Clean this up, I expect it to be inspection ready in ten minutes."

Everyone scrambled to clean under the watchful gaze of Ching. Once she gave the good to go, she departed the room. Everyone let out a collective breath of relief.

Lagoona put her hand to her chest, "I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I can't stop shaking."

Twyla looked at Cleo sideways, "It was almost as though she was looking for something that was stolen."

Cleo looked down at her, "How strange. What makes you think that?"

Twyla turned towards her, "Gee, I wonder. Could it have been the pat down? Or maybe it was the way she searched all of our things. Either way, it's weird that Blondie snuck in here and gave you something then we get a night raid."

Cleo put her hands on her hip and raised an eyebrow, "You say the strangest things, what are you going on about."

Twyla growled, "Don't play dumb. Blondie was in here, she slipped you something. What was it?"

Cleo stepped back, "You're awfully aggressive for a self-proclaimed night owl, you look like you could use some sleep."

Twyla took another step forward, "Farrah and I both saw Blondie give you something tonight. Don't pretend like it didn't happen."

Farrah vigorously shook her head and squealed, "NO! I didn't see anything at all. You grabbed me and took me to that dark place with no explanation. You kept taking me further and further into that dark, I felt like I was suffocating. The only thing I could see were those eyes of yours, glowing that wicked blue. Oh, I won't sleep well at all."

Twyla gasped and leaned back, "What? You couldn't see anything? Not even that bright light trap that Cleo had on Blondie?"

Farrah covered her face with her hands and shook her head, "Nothing but those demon eyes, floating in the dark, haunting my dreams forever."

Everyone backed away from Twyla.

Cleo wrapped her arm around Farrah's shoulders and patted her back, "There, there, no need to fear the boogeyman when you have a De Nile present. I will keep you safe."

Farrah sobbed quietly.

Abbey huffed and walked over to Twyla, "I want to believe you, but why Cleo do something to harm us. You need rest. I take over your shift as entry controller. You be refreshed in morning and make good decisions."

Twyla gasped, "Are…are you saying I make bad decisions?"

Abbey shrugged and nodded, "Most times yes. But with sleep I think you get better."

Twyla furrowed her brow as she walked to her bed, "Yeah. Sleep, I guess that's what this boogeyman needs."

Cleo escorted Farrah to her bed and placed a light barrier around the bunk, "Here's a night light Farrah, keep the bad dreams away."

Billy groaned, "Cleo do you have a night light that isn't powered by the sun."

Cleo scoffed, "I'm powered by the sun. Why would you expect anything less?"

Billy rubbed his face with his hands, "Don't know what I was thinking."

Cleo raised an eyebrow as Billy climbed into Darling's old bed, the bunk below Farrah's and made the entire bunk disappear. She rolled her eyes, "Well if that works and everyone is happy, I'm going to bed."

Twyla waited until everyone was in bed before she slid into the shadows and stepped into the adjacent dorm room.

She crept towards Blondie and hovered near her head. Her eyes scanned the shadow for the familiar line in the deep. She spotted it, like a curtain dividing the shadows from the dream plane. She pressed through the curtain, a task made difficult as a red chain formed around her waist and tried to anchor her to the shadow. She grunted and stepped through as the chain hissed on the other side. She tilted her head as it flailed against the curtain.

What is that thing?

She ignored it and turned her attention to the sea of doors before her. She spotted a door as bright as Blondie's hair with three bears decorating its front. Guess there's a first time for everything.

She turned the key and opened the door to Blondie's dreamscape. Her lungs filled with air as she took a deep breath and dove inside.

Falling into Blondie's head was strange for Twyla. Normally when someone slept, she liked to craft a nightmare catcher so they could have good dreams. She had never dived into the dream, much less altered it but Twyla knew she wasn't going to get the truth out of a well-rested Blondie.

As the vibrant colors of the dream sped into view Twyla's shadow appearance changed and she gently landed in a swirl of shadow onto the grassy meadow below. She looked down at herself, she knew she took on the form of how Blondie viewed her but she was not expecting to be quite so short.

She also could not fathom why Blondie would conceive such an outfit for her. Twyla could only describe her outfit as buried in ruffles and lace. The flower-print button-up blouse was tied at the neck by a giant purple ribbon. The buttons were engulfed by ruffles and her hands weren't even visible beneath the ruffled cuffs. The skirt was a solid purple; it was short but the ruffles and lace buried anything that could have been revealed underneath. Twyla scowled at the wedge ribbon sandals with the lace socks she had on.

Socks with sandals, really Blondie.

She looked around and headed towards a cottage further in the woods. Her headband of three giant ribbons bounced with each step. She noticed that her footprints left sand trails as she walked, which was good for her, she would need to know where to find the exit. As she drew near the cottage, everything seemed out of proportion, objects were either too big or too small. Nothing was the right size.

Twyla spotted Blondie sobbing in the middle of the cottage next to a broken chair, "Blondie, what's going on?"

Blondie looked up at Twyla and pointed at the chair, "The only thing around here that was just right is completely broken. This is just too much. Nothing is going right for me."

Twyla sat down next to Blondie, her skirt grew larger and she had to push it down, "No, not in your life, I mean what is going on between you and Cleo?"

"Cleo? Oh, everything is just right between me and my bestie Cleo," Blondie wiped her eyes and pulled Twyla close, "You know I love this dress on you, it is too cute. Just right for you. I think you need more ribbon though."

Ribbon burst forth from the ruffles on Twyla's shirt in all colors and Blondie giggled. The chair behind Blondie repaired itself and Blondie smiled, "Somehow, I just know this will all work out. I don't know why I feel safer with you here."

Twyla sighed as more ribbons burst forth from her headband, "If only you trusted me in real-life." Her skirt grew larger and she huffed, "I am so done, stop controlling the dream Blondie."

A brush appeared in Blondie's hand and she began brushing Twyla's hair, "Dream? Oh, yes it would be a dream if you could stay this cute forever, no stabbing of friends, no chasing people. Just cute, adorable little you."

Twyla growled and snatched a hair out of Blondie's head, "What am I a doll to you?" She clenched it in her fist and turned it into nightmare sand.

Twyla stood up, opened the window to the cottage and threw the sand into the air. The atmosphere completely darkened, the candles in the cottage snuffed out as the wind howled.

Blondie stood up and glanced around, "Twyla bunny froufrou, what's happening?"

Twyla scowled as the oversized ribbon bow on her head changed into bunny ears, "Never call me that again."

Blondie ran and held onto Twyla as the cottage began to shake, "Little bunny froufrou, hopping through the woods. Little bunny froufrou, help me I've been good."

Two bunny teeth and a pair of bunny paws appeared on Twyla. She pushed Blondie away and pointed a fluffy paw at Blondie's face, "Your just right world has gone all wrong Blondie. Your best friend is now your enemy all because you failed to complete the task assigned to you."

Blondie gripped her lace smock and shook her head, "But…but that's impossible. I…I know I said it was stupid but she wouldn't hate me…would she?"

The wind outside picked up and ripped the roof off the cottage. The ribbons, lace and fur on Twyla were taken away by the raging tornado swirling around them. Twyla smirked as she grew taller, "Do you even remember what you were supposed to do? Tell me."

Blondie sank to the ground as the rest of the cottage was torn apart. Tears spilled from her eyes, "Twyla what am I going to do?"

Twyla reached out and pulled a ribbon from Blondie's dress, "You are going to show me what you've been up to." She thought up a jar and placed the ribbon inside it. The ribbon emulsified as it became the sand of the dreamer.

Blondie scrambled to get away from Twyla and sprinted further into the dream, "I will find it, I will find it."

Twyla tucked the jar into her pocket and followed as the ground rolled like an ocean and changed into a dark cave. The further Twyla and Blondie ran the more apparent it became that Blondie was running around the treasury.

Twyla frowned, "What is it? What are you looking for in here? Tell me."

A loud growling noise echoed off the cave walls. Blondie cried as she ran into another large cavern filled with treasure, "I'm sorry, it's too much! I can't find it. I can't find it!"

The treasure pile grew larger as did the noise. Twyla gave out a frustrated scream, "What are you looking for, just tell me!"

One of the walls of gold behind them crashed. Gold coins scattered all around as a nightmare fueled bear barreled through. Its fangs and claws were extended unnaturally and its eyes were glowing orbs of blue flame. Twyla gasped, "Oh no, I used too much sand."

Blondie screamed, "Everything is too much! This is the worst, how am I supposed to find a gold coin in a pile of gold coins!"

Twyla sprinted into her full height and grabbed Blondie's arm pulling her along, "Ugh! Impossible task is impossible, got it. Running is key here; your nightmare is growing larger by the second."

The bear knocked down a large pile of coins. Blondie screeched, "I just want to get out of here. Help me!"

Twyla shoved Blondie face first into a pile of coins, "Stop panicking, tell me why you are looking for a gold co- UNH"

She was thrown forward by a large paw. Blondie took one look at the bear and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Twyla coughed as she sat up and gazed at the bear. The bear watched Blondie sink into a treasure pile. It then turned to Twyla and changed shape.

Twyla gasped and started to back away, "Oh no…it's becoming my nightmare."

She turned and dashed away as the nightmare bear morphed.

Its ears extended into two long ponytails tied with shrunken heads. Its fur striped with red and white as the brown became skin. The blue flames condensed into onyx jewels as it completed its transformation into nightmare Freddie with bear claws, "My my my, what have we here? A little girl completely out of her element? Don't worry dear, Freddie will give you a hand."

Nightmare Freddie cackled as she conjured up more nightmare sand.

Twyla sprinted up the treasury stairs. When her foot landed on the five-face clock tile, a surge of electricity shot through it and cut it to shreds, "Ah! Why? Where are my prints? I need to get out of here!"

She limped up the stairs as knives pierced her arm.

Nightmare Freddie laughed as she launched several knives, "Oh Boogey, come out and play~"

Twyla pushed herself to run despite the pain. She spotted her footprints and followed, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, as fright kept her going. She held her hand out and the key to the exit appeared, she slammed against the door and struggled to fit the key in the lock. She whimpered as Freddie neared her before she felt the click of the door. She pushed through and fell onto the floor of the shadow. The red chain ceased its hissing as it grabbed hold of her once more. She crawled through the shadow and into her bed. She would deal with her bleeding arm and the jars of sand later, she was exhausted.