Amity slept beside her girlfriend, Luz. Despite the humans occasional snoring, Amity never had problems falling asleep next to her.

She lay on her stomach, her eyes closed and mouth open. A bit of drool leaked from her mouth and onto the pillow, with the sound of her quiet snores.

Suddenly, Amity felt a sensation within her, as though she were floating. She thought of herself levitating up, out of the large bed, and towards the ceiling. Then, she imagined she passed right through it, phasing through the roof of the Owl House and out into the night sky.

It was then that the dream turned to a nightmare.

Amity opened her eyes. Her surroundings had changed instantly, from Luz's bedroom to something else entirely.

The room she was now in was entirely white; white floor, white walls, white ceiling. She sat in some kind of a chair, also white, looking up at about a 45-degree angle.

Amity realized something else was wrong; she couldn't move any part of her body at all. She couldn't speak, or swallow, or even blink. All she could do was stare ahead at the blinding whiteness.

In her peripheral vision, Amity saw something strange, something terrifying.

There were six beings who had suddenly appeared in the room with her. Out of the corner of her eye, Amity saw one of them begin to move closer to where she was. The thing had a disturbing movement to it; it walked elegantly, yet awkwardly at the same time. It was unlike anything she had seen before.

As the being came into her full line of vision, she got a good look at it.

The creature was humanoid, thin, around four feet tall, with smooth, grey skin. Including the thumbs, it had four fingers on each hand, and its limbs were thin and spindly. The thing had no hair anywhere on its body; it didn't have genitalia of any kind, either.

Looking at its head, Amity could see that it appeared too large for the rest of its body. There were no ears to speak of, with only two small holes functioning as nostrils and a thin slit serving as its mouth.

However, the entity's most disturbing feature, by far, was its eyes. They were large, almond-shaped, and completely black. They were devoid of any sort of empathy or warmth.

Amity lay there, still paralyzed, as the thing touched her face with its right hand, its long, thin fingers resting softly on her cheek; they felt cold. It moved its head closer to her face and looked at her with those horrible eyes.

As its eyes peered into Amity's own, she began to feel a wave of different emotions move through her; anger, hatred, joy, curiosity, pity, love, confusion, fear. She felt every emotion come and go within seconds of each other, as though they were being sorted through and categorized.

The entity continued to stare as Amity began to recall memories in her head; a memory of her and Luz dueling, the night where she and Luz danced together, and the same night where their relationship changed forever.

Steel restraints sprang up from the sides of the chair, closing around Amity's arms and legs and binding them. Then, eight spidery, metal instruments slowly folded out from underneath the chair to hang over Amity. Each instrument had a bladed, sharp end to it, as though it was some kind of device made for surgery.

It sprang to life, loudly whirring. The creatures looked on, indifferent, as the spindly metal arms moved downwards, closer to Amity.

Her eyes widened, and she realized that she now had some control over her face. It didn't do her any good though, as she still couldn't move her body; even if she was able to, it wouldn't matter due to the restraints that held her down.

Her eyes shot open.

Amity sat up a bit and looked around at her familiar bedroom, then over at her girlfriend.

"...Luz?"

She looked at her for a few seconds more, then fell into her arms. As Luz held her, she began to sob, loudly and uncontrollably, into her chest.