Author's Note 2: Very rarely do I remember my dreams. But when I do, they're wild AF. And, yes, most of this is accurate. King was actually in the dream. I have taken the liberty to replace the people I know in that dream with other OPM characters, though. Aside from that, everything else is exactly the way I dreamt it.

"Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those that share-"

King punched Zhongli in the face, then continued kicking him while he was down.

"As your God-King-President, I declare that today is National Skyline Chili day!" The God-King-President, Markiplier declared. "And we do this not because we are masochists, but because we know our bodies can take it!"

"HAIL THE GOD-KING-PRESIDENT! HAIL THE GOD-KING-PRESIDENT! HAIL THE GOD-KING-PRESIDENT!"

After having a nice meal from Skyline Chili, King paid 37,000 dollars for it, and went to the moon.

Then, King saw Saitama walking his dog, Tatsumaki.

"Hey, King. Did you sell Purple yet?"

"No, I didn't. They're giving dividends in three timelines, so I think I'll wait for that before I consider my options."

"Okay. Drive safe, man." Saitama said, before picking Tatsumaki up and running towards the finish line.

King then scooped up some moon dust and started putting it in a box.

"Well, are you gonna help me scoop up moon dust, or are you just going to stand there?" King asked the suited man.

The suited man stood there, watching. King continued scooping up the moon dust.

After he had a boxful of moon dust, King took a taxi to Jupiter.

Getting off the taxi, King walked past the stores selling people and trees and tree-people, and entered the palace at Saturn's great hexagon.

"I got the moon dust. Anything else you wanted?" King asked Gilgamesh.

"Well, the mongrels have been begging for some fur coats. Do you think you could help me with that?"

"I'm not sure about that one. The Jedi and the Gurkhas are having a long debate over Mount Everest's water. I'll try, though."

"Good. That will be all, King. Oh, on the way out, could you feed my dogs?"

"Sure."

On the way out, King and the suited man saw Gilgamesh's dogs, Rei, Ashe, and Lihan (from Bad Ending Party).

"Eh... could you feed them this time?" King asked the suited man.

"Sure, I can feed them." The suited man responded.

"No, please-" The suited man put the tacos in the bowl, and Lihan started eating.

"I don't wanna, I don't wanna-" Tears streamed down Ashe's face as she buried her face in the bowl of burritos.

The suited man grabbed the nachos, and saw that Rei was whimpering.

"Please, I'll be good, I won't misbehave again, please don't..."

The suited man set the bowl down.

"NO! I BEG YOU! I WON'T DRINK AND DRIVE AGAIN! I WON'T! I PROMISE!"

The suited man wordlessly put nachos in the bowl, and Rei started eating.

The suited man stood up. "Where to next, King?"

"Ritchie Everett."

King and the suited man started dancing, as they appeared in the fifth dimension.

Sanguine, Daedric Prince of Debauchery, and Santa, Daedric Prince of Cheer, appeared in the fifth dimension, holding trays of drinks.

King took a drink from Sanguine, and the suited man took a drink from Santa. The suited man proceeded to take rainbows from his pocket, and paid Santa five rainbows. King kicked Sanguine in the balls.

"Hey, [REDACTED]."

"Yeah?"

"Think fast."

King took out a gun, and shot the suited man in the face.

The suited man woke up.

The suited man then brewed himself some coffee, and after 30 minutes, realized he still remembered the dream.

"...Shit, I gotta write this down."

Author's Note 3: Honestly, I've been having a lot more fun writing these than I have my other fanfictions. Might just focus on these just to get myself back in the groove of actually writing again.