Billy's eyes snapped open. It was dark all around him as the images of his nightmare replayed clear as day in his head. His pants split open on stage and the audience laughed. The media had a field day humiliating him and it all went downhill from there. No one took him seriously or appreciated his creative genius. His usual stunts with his costumes and makeup made him a laughing stock and subject to harsh ridicule. His mother loomed over him telling him that she was right all along. Then he was replaced by some new teeny-bopper wearing a ghastly outfit.

It was the most horrible nightmare he's ever had. As his eyes focused on the ceiling the images started to fade and he released a held breath. Billy scrubbed at his face and groaned. It had to be this horrible situation he was stuck in. Staying with these people, supposed relatives or something, in the middle of nowhere. This was giving him bad dreams. There was no other explanation.

Billy sighed and rolled onto his side, hugging the flat, sorry excuse for a pillow. He nearly jumped out of his skin at a dark figure hovering next to him. Backed up against the wall he knew he was done for. Someone had discovered where he was and was going to kidnap him for his fortune! Or worse, it was the teeny-bopper from his nightmare here to kill him and replace him as the most famous pop star in the world! But the longer he stared and the more his eyes focused he noticed the figure was small. At least smaller than what he imagined the replacement to be. Man, they were recruiting kids younger and younger these days…

"You ok?" came a timid voice.

Oh, never mind. It was just the brat. Big brown eyes glanced up at him from that mop of brown hair. Billy glared down at him, "What the ham, dude?! Your parents never tell you that hovering next to someone's bed is weird, you little creep?!"

Spencer flinched, his face twisted into a frown and his eyes grew glassy as he fidgeted with something behind his back.

Ah, crap...If the kid cried and his mother found out he's the one who made him then Billy would be in for a world of trouble. But he also didn't know how to fix it. He coughed, "What...What were you doing anyway?"

The kid failed to suppress a sniffle, "Looked like you were having a bad dream…"

"Yeah, it was horrible. Like super DUPER horrible, worst thing you could imagine in this world. What of it?"

As Spencer stared at the floor he held out a stuffed animal. It looked like a cartoon whale but it had a horn like a unicorn. Billy had no idea what it was but it was cute and he really liked it. Not that he'd admit that out loud. Then Spencer squeezed it and Billy was really floored. It glowed! Multiple colors!

"This used to make me feel better when I had bad dreams. You can borrow it," Spencer said as he handed it to Billy.

He took the stuffed animal and watched the glowing lights slowly change colors until it stopped. He gave it a squeeze and it glowed again.

"What is it? I mean I know it's a night light but like...what animal is it?" he asked.

Spencer shrugged and fidgeted, "Dad said it's a whale or something. I don't remember."

"It's like...a unicorn and a whale...or dolphin. Porpoise, maybe?"

"A what?"

"A porpoise. I saw one at a sea show once, it was wicked cool. So this is like a...unicorpoise maybe? So cool."

Spencer just blinked at him as Billy grinned at the toy. He liked the idea. Something unique yet gorgeous, just like him. He saw the kid smiling at him and he forced a halfhearted glare.

"I'm too old for childish stuff like this," he scoffed. Then the kid frowned and Billy got a weird feeling in his gut. He didn't like it. "Uh...but, it'll do, I guess…" he muttered.

Spencer smiled a little, scampered back to his bed and climbed in.

Billy looked down at the toy as the lights faded. He gave it another squeeze and felt calmer. Billy glanced over at the kid, feeling...something bad about snapping at him before. Was this guilt? That thing his mom always told him he'd feel one day. If it was then he didn't like it and regrettably, he remembered how his mom told him he could get rid of it. Apologize. He felt his face heat up from what he was about to do.

"Uh, hey, kid? Thanks…"

Spencer rolled over and smiled at him, "You're welcome. Goodnight."

Billy coughed away his embarrassment as he lay back down, "Night."

Billy watched the colors glowing from the toy. He didn't want to admit it but Spencer was right, it did make him feel better. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad after all.