The Mayor shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He couldn't sleep; he was too worried about Robyn and Sportacus. Sportacus hadn't yet called which could only mean that Robyn was in a bad way. Deciding that he wouldn't get anymore sleep this night the Mayor got up and decided to clean up the mess in the bathroom before anyone else got up and trod on the glass.
The Mayor opened the bathroom door gently and dropped the bucket of water he was holding in his hand when he saw that there was no glass on the floor. The mirror was as it had been and nothing was out of place. He couldn't believe it, what had happened? Had the mirror really broken injuring Robyn?
The Mayor looked down to see the extent of the damage he'd made by dropping the bucket and almost hit the floor in shock when he saw there was blood on the floor instead of water. He couldn't understand what had happened, he had put water in the bucket and it had come out as blood. The blood had spread to cover nearly the whole floor and seemed to bubble in places as if it was boiling. The Mayor watched in horror as the blood boiled on the floor, it moved towards him. He tried to run but as he turned to leave the bathroom the door slammed shut and wouldn't open. The Mayor tried desperately to open the door but it wouldn't budge. The blood moved faster towards him its boiling heat filling the room.
The Mayor gave up trying to open the door and started banging desperately on it and shouting in hope that someone would wake up and try to get him out. Over the roar of the boiling blood the Mayor heard maniacal laughter which grew in volume as the blood engulfed him.
The Mayor sat bolt upright in bed waking Bessie. Bessie turned on the light and saw the Mayor looking rather pale and trembling.
"Milford, what's wrong?" Bessie asked stroking the Mayor's cheek.
The Mayor came to himself at Bessie's touch and held her hand, "I had a bad dream that's all."
"Do you want to tell me about it? It helps."
The Mayor smiled faintly and squeezed Bessie's hand, "its fine. Nothing worth mentioning really."
"Are you sure?" Bessie pressed.
"I'm sure. Come, we need some sleep tonight or we'll be worth nothing in the morning."
With this the Mayor laid back down and Bessie had no choice but to turn off the light and go back to sleep. She'd ask again in the morning.
Whilst the Mayor was having his nightmare Ziggy was also struggling to pin down sleep. He'd woken earlier in the night from his own nightmare which had put him off candy permanently. Even though Ziggy was now twenty two years old his penchant for candy had only reduced a little and he still had his favourite giant lollypop. Reluctantly Ziggy recounted his dream in his mind, there had to be some meaning to it.
Ziggy had found himself as a child in something of a candy world. Everything was edible and he had had the time of his life eating every single bit of candy he could find. The only problem with this bountiful gift was that the more Ziggy ate the hungrier he got. All Ziggy could do was eat and eat, he tried to stop but his stomach would roar like an erupting volcano and more and more food would appear in front of him.
By the time that Ziggy had eaten a mountain of candy which was the size of a lighthouse the dream started taking a very nasty turn.
The sky in the candy world went black and boiled sweets fell from the sky like hail stones. The sweets got bigger and bigger and hit Ziggy continuously. Ziggy tried to run away from the candy hail and into some shelter but couldn't, all the candy he'd eaten had made him grotesquely obese and his legs wouldn't carry him. As best as he could Ziggy stumbled down a marshmallow road and saw a sea of melted chocolate swelling some distance ahead. The hail of candy continued to beat relentlessly and with growing force.
As the storm went on the candy hail fell with such a force it cut Ziggy where it hit him. The size of the hail grew with time and eventually a piece of candy hail fell from the sky that was the size of a rock. Ziggy looked up just as the candy rock made contact with his head.
Ziggy shivered at the memory. The nightmare had seemed so real despite being in a candy world. As a child he'd always dreamed of a world made of candy, a world he ruled as a king and could eat as much as he wanted. Ziggy wasn't sure how all these years later the dream had come back and how it turned into something very nasty.
After an hour more of reflections upon his dream Ziggy finally managed to go to sleep again but he did so with caution. Ziggy hoped he'd never have another nightmare like the one he'd just had.
Meanwhile the cameras on the walls of Pixel's house picked up something walking across the town square. This something was unknown and unexpected. This something didn't belong in Lazytown.