Me: Hello everyone, I kept my promise so I won't be hanged like a pinyata, yay! I have a confession to make before we start this chapter.

Brick: Whatever it is, spit it out.

Me: *glares at Brick before looking at audience* I don't own this chapter! T.T

Brick: What!

Me: This chapter belongs to codyhobgood271, he wrote with a lot of detail that I just serve as editor except when we're actually in the dream. You're obviously going to see the difference in writing styles.

Brick: You mean you leave my fate to someone I don't know, I'm going make you pay for this!

Me: Dude relax, I read everyone's nightmare before making a decision and this is the one I pick. So enjoy!

Normal POV

"Where am I?"

In the far corner Brick sees his bothers, mama, and Blossom on the floor, beaten up and not moving. He collapses to his knees as tears begin stream down and crying "No,no,no!"

Out of no where, Him shows up behind Brick. "So this is your biggest fear losing everyone you care about. To be all alone in the world." He says with a grin on his face.

Brick turns around, anger flashing in his eyes, and tells Him "I will make you pay for this!" activating his belt. "Hard Brick"

"You really think you can beat alone, boy? You are sadly mistaken." Both preparing to fight.

Outside of the dream

Everyone sat up in an instant, (although Buttercup for some reason was wiping her mouth) but Brick is still in his nightmare and is obviously losing. Blossom is worried about Brick

She says to everyone "We have to do something."

"Like what? In case you haven't noticed, he's stuck in his dream there's no way for us to get in there!" Butch yelled, he didn't like the fact he could do nothing to help his brother.

Mojo shows up out of nowhere and looks at them. "What is happening here, mojo?"

They explain to Mojo everything that happened that morning. He get's mad and yells "How dare Him do this to my children, mojo!"

"Mama is there anything you can do?" Boomer spoke, using his best puppy dog eyes.

Mojo stares at them and murmurs "There maybe a way but we have to move quickly, mojo."

Butch and Boomer grab Brick's unconscious body and carry him to Mojo's house. Heading in, Mojo pulls out a machine hat or something. "This is on of my brilliant inventions, mojo. It's supposed to let you to enter another person's dreams, mojo."

Buttercup looks at Mojo suspiciously. "Why would you make something like that?" she asked.

Mojo turns to her. "I was bored and I had nothing better to do, mojo? Plus I thought it was a good way to impress Miss Keane, mojo." The heros' had mixed expressions at the second part; except for Blossom, too concerned about Brick to worry about the nonexistent love life of her teacher and arch-enemy. "But there is one problem with it, mojo." Mojo says.

"What's the problem?" question Blossom.

"It only works if both people have the same genetic make-up, mojo."

"Ok so it will work for me or Boomer right?" Butch ask.

"No, you and Boomer were made from mine and Buttercup's DNA. So it will only for Blossom?" Bubbles says.

"Yes but if you do go in Brick's dream, anything that happens in the dream will happen to you, mojo." Mojo says.

"What kind of a dumb design is that?!" Buttercup.

"I haven't worked out the bugs yet, mojo," sweat dropped Mojo.

"What do you think, Blossom? Blossom?" asked Boomer.

Blossom gives Brick a long look, conflicting emotions can be seen in her expression. After a moment's silence she responds: "Alright I'll do it." Everyone else looks at Blossom in shock.

"Are you crazy, you could die! You can't," yell Buttercup.

"There has to be another way Blossom." Bubbles pleaded.

"There is no other guys, I can't let Brick die. Anyway he would do the same for me." Butch and Boomer look at Blossom; there expressions saying a silent 'Thank you.'

"We are ready to begin, mojo," Mojo says, as he get's the machine ready. The four tell her to be careful and she just gives them a sly smile. Blossom lays across the table so that Mojo could put the machine on her; as he was doing that he ask: "Why are you risking your life for my son, mojo?" Blossom looks at him.

"Because I'm a PPGZ, that's my job."

"I maybe a monkey but I'm not stupid, mojo. You care about him don't you?"

Blossom blushes and looks at him. "What are you talking about!?"

"It does not take a genius, such as myself, to see that you girls like my boys, mojo. Why else would you girls come here, mojo?"

Blossom still bushing. "Yes, I do."

Mojo gives a toothy smile. "He likes you too, just don't tell them I know, mojo." Blossom nodded with a tiny smile that's barely visible.

Then Mojo activated the machine; Blossom relaxed and fell asleep.

Back in the Dream

Blossom arrived to see Brick battered and bruised but still standing.

"Brick!"

"Blossom?" he turned and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Well look who's joined the party, perhaps she would like to die a second time." Him smiled; some what licking his lip, as if already tasting victory.

Brick cracked his knuckles. "Not gonna happen, shall we Blossom?"

"We shall," smirked Blossom, her yo-yo ready to go.

Brick made the first move, throwing his top at Him's head; he moved aside and looked back at it, next thing he knew a fist had collided with his face. As he stumbled back, a swift to the back leg from Blossom sent Him on one knee.

"Good hit, but not good enough," he said, wiping his mouth and twisted smile appeared. He seemed to grow, his black dust compacting to form a solid spear in a claw. Him began swinging it like a fly swatter and every time he hit, a crater would be left. The reds dodged as much as possible, Blossom almost got hit and the shockwave sent her rolling; Him saw it and was about to finish her if it hadn't been for Brick who scooped her up, bridel-style, and got away.

"We can't beat him like this, we need a plan," said Blossom, once Brick set her down.

"How did you beat Him last time?" asked Brick.

"Ice, Him hates the cold."

"News flash, there isn't any ice here!"

"No but you can make some; this is happening in your head, you have control over your own mind, don't you?"

"Of course I do! What do you take me for!"

"Then get to it! I'll cover." Brick closed his eyes and began think of all thing cold and frozen: snow, ice, the south pole, and Mojo's house. Then the temperature gradually began to drop, something cold lightly touched Brick before it melted. Opening one eye before the other, he saw snow falling gracefully.

The moment was ruined when someone sneezed and teeth started to chatter. "Why is it so cold?" He shivered.

"Sorry Him, I just turned down the temperature," Brick smirked, a snowball appeared in him hand; with excellent aim, it struck Him in the face and he vanished. "You know the cold isn't really my thing," he muttered, looking at Blossom. "It suits you better."

"What's that suppose to mean?" huffed Blossom, probably thinking it ment she had a cold personality.

"I mean you seem to stand out more in the snow; just like a snowflake, you are just as beautiful and unique."

Blossom felt her face heat up a bit; they both fell into silence, watching the snow fall.

Me: See, it wasn't that bad.

Brick: Are you kidding, doesn't this guy know that if two people have the same genetics that it repels people because there won't be any immunity to pass on.

Me: Sheesh don't be so hard on the guy, he didn't know. You know a lot about this, did you watch that documentry they showed this week?

Brick: No. *blushing*

Blossom: Your blushing. *smiles*

Me: I said I would bring earplugs the next time I saw you and I did! *puts ear plugs on*

Blossom: *moving her mouth, just no sound*

Me: *smirks* Sorry, can't hear you.

Brick: *takes out one ear plug* CAN YOU HEAR US NOW!

Me: AH! YOU DIDN'T NEED TO BREAK MY EARDRUM! I'M GONNA...*pauses, sneaky smile* you know what, I'm just going to write a little story of your untimely demise. Would you want a piano to crush you or fall into a pit of poisonous snakes? Personally I would go with the snakes; I already done the piano for a teacher but then the snakes did start crawling in after that. Maybe a vat of toxic waste?

Brick: Your insane.

Blossom: Your fault for yelling.

Brick: Hey! It was your fault for having her wear earplugs in the first place!

Me: *sigh* Young love. Huh, I am insane but that's why people love me. :D

Blossom: Still giving yourself too much credit.

Me: Do you want me to write your untimely demise too?

Blossom: No.

Me: Thought so. :)