A/N: Hi there folks. Welcome to chapter seven of this thing. Thanks for stopping by. Leave a scathing review, or a glowing one, if it pleases you. I apologize in advance.

Haruko, the one from my dreams, with the pink-hair and the bass and the weirdness, stood in front of me, smirking that awful smirk.

"Naota. Been awhile. Or...it was Takkun, wasn't it?"

"Who...who are you?"

"You still don't remember? What a dumbass."

What did she just call me? I'll have her know I got a 4.0 gpa and graduated at the top of all my classes and-

"Alright alright, I get it, you're a brain. My bad, Takkun. What a dumb name, though."

Haruko's dumber. Wait, what the – can she read my thoughts? Is she an alien? Have I entered an alternate dimension where time and space aren't real and the only thing that matters is-

"Could you just...stop thinking? The stupidity is giving me a migraine."

"F-fine. You're just too stupid to handle these thoughts. And call me Naota! Or sir."

"How about daddy?"

"O-okay. Wait, no, I see what you are now! Succubus!"

I should have known! I need some holy water or something. Does that work on succubus? Or is it succubi?

"Oh my god. It's succubi. And a bullet works best. Also, would you chill the beep out? Go back to your room, lie down on your bed, and go to sleep. Okay? When you wake up, I'll be in the kitchen, totally beeping naked, with only an beep on. Eight AM sharp. Now go, sleep, you delirious beep."

Hmm. Sleep does seem rather...attractive, right now. Damn, I have a massive beep. I hope she can't see it. Beep, she can read my mind!

"Uhh, I was just kidding about that, by the way."

"You've got a small dick, so I hardly noticed. By the way, your alarm's ringing."

Wait, why wasn't that censored – oh.

Beep beep beep beep bee—SLAM.

The alarm went off. I hit the button to make it stop. I should be awake.

"So why is the succubus of my nightmares in my kitchen, wearing an apron, and making me breakfast?!"

"Don't forget that I'm naked under that apron."

"I'm still sleeping, right? I'm not crazy, right?"

"Look, before I explain, and I promise I'll explain everything – where in God's Holy Green Earth and Saint Joseph Sweet Anne Marie is your food amalgamator?"

"Top shelf to your right."

"I swear I checked there."

"Maybe you couldn't find it because it doesn't exist?"

"Seriously? You don't have food amalgamators on Earth?"

"Nope. You have them in hell?"

"You wouldn't need an amalgamator in hell, dumbass."

"You're a dumbass, dumbass."

"Alright, this is getting old. Naota, sit your ass down. I need you to listen and listen well."

"Uhh...okay."

"Earth is in danger. Your people are in danger. And I need you to help me save the world."

"That's great and all, but I'm kinda hungry. Can we save the heavy stuff for after we eat? Coffee would be nice too. I'm not good in the mornings."

"Are you serious? I just told you the world is in danger and all you can think of is breakfast? I'm impressed, Takkun. You've grown up."

"Thanks. Man, it's crazy how real lucid dreams feel. It's like I'm actually sitting on leather!"

"That's because you are sitting on leather. Because this is reality."

"Right. So I'm gonna save the world?"

"If you get your shit together, maybe."

"Hmm. Well, the world can wait another day, right? Hey, I've heard you can fly while lucid dreaming. Think I'ma try that out."

"Uh, Naota...I really, really don't recommend jumping out the window–"

"It'll be fi – OH SHIIIIIIII–"

You know how your life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you're about to die? Yeah, that didn't happen. That's a good thing, right?

THUNK.

A/N: OH NO! IS NAOTA DEAD?! Find out next time? If there is a next time... :)