❖~Come, Little Children~☾

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Laurence was excited, he was ecstatic. The fabled moment had arrived and soon enough the wondrous cure would enter their systems and cure all his brothers and sisters. Of course this pill would never work for Laurence, his passion for god was just too strong for him to lose and he would never forget his moment. He recalled a dream in which he was so close to god...or goddess in his case. The soothing music, the magnificent panties on his head, it was glorious.

He glanced over at the others and raised an eyebrow. Some of them looked scared, but for what reason? Laurence pondered this question as he held to the belief that there was nothing to fear. Soon they would all get to love god and soon love will be spread around. They would all have such a wondrous time! never would one have to suffer the pain of Sudoku!

The doctor had arrived with the pill and water and without hesitation Laurence grabbed the too objects. "Thank you sister!" Laurence yelled with glee as he drowned down the pill with the cup of water. "OH MY THIS TASTES AMAZING!" Laurence cried out in happiness. Of course the pill actually had no taste, but just the thought of drinking the pill of miracles make him think it was some form of ambrosia. "NOW LET US GO ON A MAGICAL JOURNEY IN WHICH WE SHALL SHARE LOVE AND PEACE AND-" Laurence began to yell before his body collapsed and fell off the bed he was on. Out cold, Laurence laid on the floor in a weird position as he began to snore.

 

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The little girl was still uncertain about whether or not she wanted to go through with The Miracle. Yes, she trusted Nurse Rachel, but she didn't trust any of the other nurses or doctors in the building. What reason did she have to trust any of them? But she wanted to be like the other children, she didn't want to be as she was. She wanted to know happiness, to smile, and to forget all about depression.


"OH MY THIS TASTES AMAZING!"

Samantha's attention turned to the male that had quickly swallowed the pill. He had seemed so excited to swallow it, he had seemed to enjoy the taste as well, and now he was laying sleeping on the ground, he seemed fine; or at least as fine as anybody in there could be considered. Samantha looked at the pill, and the glass of water, and then slowly reached out for both. She hesitated for a moment. Once she swallowed the pill, there was no going back. She looked at Mr Bear, who lay next to her tucked into bed. "Mr Bear, there's only one of them. You stay awake and look after Mommy and Daddy, I'll go to sleep and get all better" she said, trying to look as happy about it as she could manage. She then placed the pill into the water and quickly swallowed both it and the water.

Immediately, Sammy felt the effects. She felt drowsy, but not the exhausted kind. She seemed almost..relaxed. "Mr Bear, he lied..this doesn't taste amazing at all" Samantha said drearily as she fell back into a laying position, still underneath the covers. "Nighty night Mr Bear, take care" were the last words the small child uttered before sleep claimed her.​

 

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IT was time. Everyone was beginning to wind down for the experiment, that, or throw a fit because they had to take medication. Honestly, the number of people that freaked out about taking pills each day was ridiculous. They acted as if it weren't routine, not that she was one to remember routines, but still. When the nurse handed Leah the pill and a small cup of water, she followed as instructed and put it in her mouth. Her head lulled to the side as she looked up into the dark eyes of the nurse and the woman patted the bed for her to get on.​

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Leah climbed up onto the bed and sat herself down. She looked around at everyone else and stared blankly. She really didn't know what to make of the scene. Some were already starting to fall asleep, others were panicking. Leah just watched absently. She was supposed to be able to connect to others when she woke up, right? That was the goal? Somehow this single medication was going to fix all these different problems. It was something no one else had created before.​

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She laid back on the bed and draped her arms over her chest. It was only a matter of time. Leah easily tuned out the sounds of all the others in the room and breathed easily. It didn't take long for her to start feeling groggy. Leah would have tried the whole 'counting backwards' thing, but she always had a hard time counting. She took another slow breath and felt the drowsiness begin to settle in. Leah hummed to herself and felt a poking against her cheek. She turned her head to the left and opened her eyes. The blue - haired girl sat there with a smile on her face and was waving her fingers in front of Leah's eyes. Her white rabbit sat on top of her head and her electric green eyes were intensely focused on her. Leah shook her head at the pair of them and shut her eyes.​

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There was no time for them. Not now. The poking to her cheek persisted, but she ignored it. Eventually it started to become more and more feint until she didn't feel anything at all. There was a yawn that escaped her lips and then she couldn't remember being awake any longer. She drifted out of consciousness and the room she had been in at Saint Rose was gone.​

 

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Xyloh was actually pretty excited for this, and was probably one of the few people who were shaking in anticipation for it.When she was given the medication she assumed it wouldn't take as fast as they claimed it did, but boy was she wrong. Xyloh sat up trying to feel herself from sleeping too early, even if she was feeling amazingly relaxed. Xyloh finally gave up and let her eyes close. Grandma, I'm almost there!​

 

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With her eyes shut tightly, Kyla accepted the wireless headphones. It felt great to hold them in her hand, because it gave her a sense that the next time she’d have a pair of headphones, and then she would be trusted as an adult not to hurt herself or others with it. She could have normal conversations with normal people and not feel the way she always felt. She hated the pill that she took, looking long enough to see the faces of her Grandparents sitting right beside her bed, Henry holding Kyla’s hand and Sylvia holding Henry’s hand in turn.

“We love you.” Syvlia said with a tear in her eye. She didn’t want to scare Kyla with the worry it might be goodbye. No one in the family had ever been medicated so heavily; whatever happened was up in the air completely.

“We do. Goodnight, Kyla.” Henry’s voice faded away as the only connection between sleep and consciousness faded away with the tune of “Never Say Never”; the good, soulful version that was The Fray’s.

It felt appropriate to fall asleep to the song that was a healer among other songs to a music addict; it was her life’s song even though she found it so late, but it was the sound her heart made. She faded to black as a bitter taste clung to the roof of her mouth. Despite the oncoming nullification, Garnet hands stayed clasped; not letting go. Kyla shut her eyes again, and heard everything, not blocking anything out for the first time in her life.

She heard the acceptance, "NOW LET US GO ON A MAGICAL JOURNEY IN WHICH WE SHALL SHARE LOVE AND PEACE AND-"

She heard the immediate regret, "No wait I can't do this.... I can't. I want to go back to my room."

And she heard the pitiable, "Nighty night Mr Bear, take care"


For the first time in her life, she heard the human race as an orchestration of atonal music that sang of each and every pain and how it as dealt with; her last thought as she faded fully into slumber was solemn and a revolution for her: ‘The terrible really is… beautiful…’

 

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As Leon stood there waiting for the drug to be given to them, he could help but think about what would happen if the voices in his head were gone. Clearly his father wouldn't be scare of him anymore. which was a good thing, he was getting tired of their awkward conversation together. While that was good and all, he was more glad that he'd be able to see his mother and sister again after so long. That was the main thing he was looking forward to.​

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When they finally passed out the drug, he took a quick look at it before popping it into his mouth. Now was not the time to be having any second thoughts on this so as the drug slowly took effect, Leon gradually fell asleep​

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DAY: 1 - 5/5 ≋ MOOD: Errm.... I... Wha-? ≋ LOCATION: Big Room​

After having been escorted to the big room with beds thanks to that little outburst of his in the morning, he was starting to regain his senses. That B52 Shot was finally starting to wear off, which was both a good and bad thing. It was good because he wouldn't be like some kind of fucking zombie anymore. It would be bad because he'd be forced to be in a room with other people. All because of that damn miracle drug test thing or whatever. It was total crap that he had to participate in that, but it was something he had no choice about.

After witnessing some loud-mouthed moron knocking out after taking the medicine, he felt a little pissed that he was going to be taking the same thing as him. Though it did amuse him that he just plopped right onto the bed like a wooden board. He would've vastly preferred to have this test in his own room, but it seemed that they needed to monitor them all simultaneously. Annoying. At least he'd be asleep for the duration.

Soon after the boisterous idiot fell asleep, all of the others in the room took it and one by one, they too knocked out. After eyeing the medicine a little bit, he drank the water of his own accord. At least this time, he would be getting drugged by choice. Earlier, it was against his will, which really irritated him since he was in the middle of having fun. No matter. All he cared about was getting the damn test over with. With the pill downed, he lay down and waited for sleep to come. It didn't take long for it to take him into its comforting embrace.​

 

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Elton didn't know what he was supposed to do. He had woken up, bound to his bed. He started crying because his halmeoni left him, again, just like she always did. This time, however, it was for good. That realization hit him when he sat, listening to the miss about questions, comments, concerns, and other things Elton would never be able to voice, because what could he do?

Where could he go? Halmeoni abandoned him. Just like his eomma and appa.

Why couldn't they begin in the privacy of his room? These other people were hardly the ones he wanted to see before he was forced into sleep. A permanent sleep? He had so many worries. Who would take care of his garden? Who would scream at halmeoni? Who would tell people to not be pathetic, or to not be bullies, or to just stand in the corner?

◖ ❀ I really hate this. ◗

One of the nurses looked at him as he laid down. After saying that, he refused to move completely and then his { exasperated? [ good ] } nurses lifted him and down the hatch went the pill.

He blinked as he was laid back flat. At first, there was nothing, and then . . . and then there was a creeping weariness that made his eyelids grow heavy. There was a faint { surely ridiculous } yell, some pathetic, pitiable murmurings of goodbyes and farewells, and Elton . . . Elton thought this was it.

. . . He had so many regrets, didn't he?

◖ ❀ ¹Dangsin-eun halmeoni shilheo . . . ◗​

{ ◖ ❀ ²Saranghaeyo, halmeoni. ◗ }​

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✿ ¹dangsin-eun halmeoni shilheo/당신은 할머니 싫어.; I hate you, grandmother.
✿ ²saranghaeyo, halmeoni/사랑해요 할머니.; I love you, grandmother.
✿ sarang/사랑; [ n. ] love
✿ s[h]ilheo/싫어; [ n. ] hate

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He went about the usual routine -- eating, walking, ignoring everyone around him -- until it was time for their "group therapy" session. He was forced to leave his belongings and change into some ungodly excuse for clothing. The doctor explained that choosing not to take the medication could lead to a longer amount of time in an even worse asylum, so he chose not to speak up. He saw Trevor out of the corner of his eye, and before he had a chance to think up insults, he saw his parents' faces through one of the doors on that same side of the room. It figures that his biggest problems would all be smack in that solitary corner of this pit. He ignored everyone's musings and instead looked over at blondie. Her eyes met his, and for some reason, he felt better about all this, almost as if he were at peace with the idea of death. The pills and glasses were passed out and he tried his hardest to tune out everything else. One by one, they all took their meds, and one by one they all crashed into their beds. He was still reluctant, especially considering it would mean his parents had won. He sighed, moved over to one of the beds and looked back over to the girl, sleeping as soundly as anyone could in here. He suddenly felt guilty for not knowing her name, so he told himself that he'd ask around once he woke up again. The nurses eyed him, as he was one of the last ones to shove the thing down his throat. He pushed it into his mouth and thought to himself as he swallowed it with water.

"Whatever happens, I'll never forgive them. I shouldn't be here. They can't do this to me... no one can."

He fought to stay awake, despite knowing that it would be a losing battle. He put his arms behind his head and stared up at the simple white ceiling. The lines between tiles began to blur and his eyelids fell slowly but surely. He faintly heard a door open on the other side of the room, and he could've sworn he'd heard familiar voices in the distance, taunting him once more before he slept.

"Do you really think this will work?"

"It had better. Because this... this isn't my son."

And come what may, those were the final words that echoed through his conscious ears.

 

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Although it was tempting to leave Laurence the way he was just for the sake of humor in this story, the doctor shook her head and moved over to help the lad back onto his bed. She tucked the boy in, stroked his hair in a motherly like way, then moved away from him. "Sleep well, everyone," she said under her breath. She watched as the nurses began to hook everyone up to their own heart monitors, IVs, and other things that were needed for those who were just induced in a coma like state. She let out a breath of air and tucked a loose strain behind her ears as she gazed at the sleeping forms. "And good luck..."

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It doesn't take you long to fall asleep after all. Some of the nurses and doctors told you that you probably wouldn't dream, but something seems to be happening... You hear this strange voice singing some sort of poem, something about beckoning children to come to a land of enchantment. Suddenly, you have the ability to open your eyes. Is it done? Is the experiment over?​

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Apparently not, you might think to yourself as you look around you. It's night, it's somewhat dark, but there's a full moon out that's shining brightly. Everyone that you saw with you in the big room with all the hospital beds earlier are here with you to. Is this some kind of joke? You were told you would probably not dream. Yet here you are, in some sort of dream, with the people you know, hate, or love. You may feel something different about you. All your fears probably have quieted, your rage is at peace within you, and most of all you can think very clearly. There is a thick wall of trees behind you that shapes into a semi-circle. They look impossible to go through. Up ahead, you see a strange looking house, and a beautiful elegant woman. Behind the woman are people dressed very nicely, but not as nicely as the woman before you.​

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The woman smiles warmly, opening her arms to you and everyone else. "Welcome, children. Welcome to my realm of dreams." The woman's voice is calm,and even soothing. Most of you probably can't help but to be drawn to it. The woman lowers her arms, still smiling at you. "I am Dream Maker, mistress of all dreams. What ever you wish for shall be granted... Most of the time." She then gestured to the small group behind her. "These are my servants; my butler, my two maids, my three gardeners, and my cook. They are all at your disposal. And this is my mansion." She motioned to the strange looking house you saw earlier. "It looks more pleasant on the inside, trust me." She clasped her hands in front of her. "I hope you will all love it here very much so... Is there anything I can do for you before my butler gives you a tour of the place? Anything at all." ​

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Should you ask for your deepest desire? Dream Maker said that not all your wishes will come true though. What does that mean exactly? Should you ask her what the hell this is all about? Or go along with it? ​

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His eyes could only open up slightly before he noticed he was no longer inside the hospital anymore. Where was he? what did that pill do? everything looked dull and gloomy, but in Laurence's eyes everything looked beautiful. That miracle pill was supposed to help them all, to make them happy, and if this was the happiness that it was suppose to bring then he welcomed it!

God worked in mysterious ways and he accepted anything god had to bring. Maybe a musical number was in order! but in do time. He recalled the voice of an angel calling out to him singing a tune. It was something that made him more emotional then ever, but then his eyes noticed a beautiful scene!

A woman dressed in only the finest clothing, with a face only belonging to that of the personification of beauty! He rushed forth to the woman and dropped to his knees, starring up at the woman "GODDESS...THE GODDESS HAS FINALLY REVEALED HERSELF BEFORE US ALL AND HAS SHOWN HER GENEROSITY TO US ALL!" Laurence cried out like a blubbering baby.

"SO MANY WONDROUS THINGS WILL OCCUR! SO MANY SONGS WE SHALL SING ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS GODDESS!" Laurence cried out grabbing the hand of the dream maker as he raised his hand in praise "IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!" Laurence yelled as the nonexistent sunlight shined down on him, the tears on his face sparkling as he stared up to the sky, looking at the pantie shaped sun. Soon...the precious panties of the goddess will find its way on his head.

 

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Dream Maker could only giggle at first, and then she let out a laugh. The butler tried to move forward to intervene, but Dream Maker waved her hand at him to stay back. "Oh my! Aren't you quite the charmer. Goddess, I've never been called that before. How flattering, thank you Laurence." This was an interesting crowd indeed. Dream Maker ended up taking Laurence by his hand and then bent her head, touching her lips to the back of his hand to kiss it. "Thank you for gracing my world with light and love. Stand Laurence. There is no need to bow to me. Though maybe a song or two for later would be lovely to hear." She helped the young man up to his feet before she moved over to Samantha. Crouching down to the child's level, Dream Maker smiled kindly at her. "Would you and Mr. Bear like to join me for tea later? I would love to have your company as well Samantha..."​

 

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He opened his eyes, confused as to what he saw. Everyone who'd taken the pill was bunched together in a group in the middle of some forest. An almost stereotypical "haunted mansion" loomed over them, and in front of it stood a woman who looked like she belonged in some upper-class neighborhood. He remembered hearing some ridiculous chant about some garden or something, but that hardly concerned him at the moment. The lady introduced herself as the Dream Maker, whatever the hell that meant, and after some meaningless crap, she asked if there was anything she could do for them. Before anyone else even had a chance to speak up, Laurence did.

"GODDESS...THE GODDESS HAS FINALLY REVEALED HERSELF BEFORE US ALL AND HAS SHOWN HER GENEROSITY TO US ALL! SO MANY WONDROUS THINGS WILL OCCUR! SO MANY SONGS WE SHALL SING ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS GODDESS! IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!"

The religious freak knelt down in front of her, taking her hand in his, and Kyle rolled his eyes. This was all too ridiculous to be real; the nurses said they weren't likely to dream, but what else could this possibly be? She even addressed the maniac by name. But then, something crazy happened. The lady walked over to the youngest of the group and crouched down to her level.

"Would you and Mr. Bear like to join me for tea later? I would love to have your company as well Samantha..."

He had no idea what to think. He'd never bothered to learn her name, and even if this was some manifestation of his subconscious, he could never care enough for it to bleed through. Even if it was a dream, it just felt too...lucid. He stepped forward, now determined to figure this all out.

"Hey! You could tell us just what the fuck is going on here. I don't buy any of this 'Dream Maker' bullshit."

 

Alicia awoke alongside everyone else, she had been hoping for a dreamless sleep but when she heard the strange voice singing the poem something just didn’t feel right to her. When she finally sat up they were no longer in the hospital but instead surrounded but semi-circle of trees, and the mansion on one side, everyone else who took the miracle pill was there as well so either something was going on or they had been lied to and this was a dream in a dreamless sleep. She then listened to the woman, the supposed Dream Maker, but before anyone had a chance to say anything she heard

"GODDESS...THE GODDESS HAS FINALLY REVEALED HERSELF BEFORE US ALL AND HAS SHOWN HER GENEROSITY TO US ALL!"

Alicia sighed at Laurence, if anyone was going to take this well it would be him, ‘if he is a figment of my imagination in this dream it’s pretty accurate’ she thought as she stood up. She considered trying to wake herself if it was a dream up but knew that any medication in her body would mostly likely be too strong to wake up to. She heard someone ask what is going on, she couldn’t remember what his name was, she thought I was Lyle or Kyle or something, she knew it had an ‘yle’ is it. “I wouldn’t bother asking a straight forward question like that, most likely you will be ignored or get a riddle, at least that’s what would happen in a book” Alicia said to the boy.

 

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Falling asleep had been numb and empty and it reminded him of those nights when he would curl up in his overly-large bed and cry because eomma didn't say she loved him or she slammed the door after yelling at him. He had clung to her the entire next day after nights like that.

Waking up had been . . . warm. Elton thought of those nights where eomma, and sometimes even appa, slept with him and he woke up to the feeling of their warm bodies encircling him. Mornings like that enforced his already-intense love for his parents.

Elton decided he was dreaming. The doctors said he probably wouldn't, but he knew the doctors to be experienced liars, so he wasn't surprised that he was.

Sitting up, his pale eyes peered around and saw a few of the others lying around and he vaguely wondered if they were dead or not. He wanted to poke them with a stick, but then he didn't want to talk to him. Blinking, he felt surprised with himself. While awake, he definitely would have poked them with a stick { even when another part of him didn't want to } , but what was this . . . ? He didn't move at all.

In the distance, there were a few familiar voices and Elton looked up; there was a large, beautiful house whose details were outlined by the flowing light of the moon above. There were a few of the others already up there and so he stood, dusting himself off and beginning to cautiously walk in that direction. While walking, he glanced over his shoulder to see a wall of trees that circled the area behind them. ◖ ❀ Looks like I can't leave even if I wanted to. ◗

The closer he came to the house, the more nervous Elton felt and his hand instinctively went up to his ear. Instead of the familiar petals an ❀ orchid, he felt the petals of a rose instead; curiously, he plucked it from it's place and looked at it. It was the ❀ pink rose from earlier that day.

As soon as he arrived at the porch, standing a bit of a distance from the group, his heart jumped to his throat and his entire face burned up. ◖ ❀ E - Eomma . . . ? ◗ he mumbled almost incoherently upon seeing the woman. He blinked once and then realized that no, it wasn't eomma. Her eyes were less angular and her skin was just a shade darker. The eyes were what clarified the most; his eomma's eyes were a pearly green color { where he got his from } and were far more shiny and pretty.

The woman called herself the Dream Maker and Elton immediately scowled. ◖ ❀ You can't make my wishes come true, ¹boseul-achi. ◗ He looked at the others behind the woman who he immediately didn't like and saw a group of what appeared to be servants.

◖ ❀ Is there something we're supposed to be doing here, boseul-achi? ◗​

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✿ ¹boseul-achi/보슬아치; [ offensive ] towards women who think they are more
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"Hey! You could tell us just what the fuck is going on here. I don't buy any of this 'Dream Maker' bullshit."​

“I wouldn’t bother asking a straight forward question like that, most likely you will be ignored or get a riddle, at least that’s what would happen in a book”​

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◖ ❀ Is there something we're supposed to be doing here, boseul-achi? ◗

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Dream Maker straightened, losing her smile for a moment. She looked to Kyle, then to Alicia, and last to Elton. She then smiled halfheartedly and tilted her head. "My, my... Such language, such distrust, such disrespect. You should already know me. After all, you all had dreams once, hadn't you? Even when you were just a new soul born into the world, you had dreams. You have seen me before in many shapes and forms." She stood to her feet, bowing lowly to the group of children before her. "My servants here are to help you feel comfortable. I, Dream Maker, am here to help you feel more comfortable and at ease..." ​

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With a wave of her hand, golden butterflies appeared out of the shadows and flitted around the children. Flowers of every shape and form began to grown on the ground under their feet. For Kyle, Dream Maker waved her hand and appeared his headset and music device. For Elton, various pens of shape, brand, size, and color appeared and hovered in the air in front of him. For Alicia, her favorite novel appeared before her. For Laurence, a pair of fancy, frilly pink underwear poofed into his hands. ​

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"More awaits for you inside, my children." Dream Maker stood up straight again, raising her hands to the sky. Fireflies appeared with the butterflies and flew around ever so happily. "If you so choose to stay out here, go ahead. But I wouldn't if I were you. Though this is a dream realm, the wolves of the night still prowl around in these woods." As if on cue, a wolf howl echoed through the ticket of trees to the little children. "My butler, Charles, will give you a tour of the place." She turned her back on the children and began to walk away with the other servants. "Have fun now~. I will see you soon." On top of the threat of being eaten by wolves, rain clouds seemed to have appeared and thunder rumbled in the distance. A light sprinkle began to fall on the group of children.​

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Charles stepped forward and bowed lowly to the children as the rain fell down. "If you would be so kind to follow me, I will show you around."​

Ainsley looked around at the others, seeing what they would do next. She saw that a lot of the older kids were very mistrusting (except for Laurence), and even went out of their way to swear at her (though she had no idea what Elton called her, but she figured it wasn't very nice). She looked around the dark, and dreary place. The moon was covered by the rain clouds, and once more she heard the wolves howling. She hunched her shoulders in fear, looking at the others before looking to Charles. She didn't trust anyone really in the group, save only a few. However... Suddenly, Ainsley broke from the group and ran up to Charles, clutching his arm as pressed her cheek against it.​

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The butler stiffened, for he was not expecting one of the children to hug him this way. He then relaxed and stood straight, ruffling Ainsley's hair gently. "There, there little one. There's nothing to be frightened of." Charles nodded to the others, and then began to move to the house. "As the mistress said, it's your choice to stay out here if you wish. But I believe you will be safer inside the house..." ​

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Ainsley didn't bother to look back at the others. She could hear Elton's words still tumbling in her head, but she could not help it. If this was the dream world, and if dreams came true, then maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. She surely did not want to dream about wolves eating her outside of a scary looking house during a rainstorm. ​

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Only now did everything fully set in for Samantha. For the last few minutes, the girl had simply stood there in shock, unable to believe what she was experiencing. She felt little to no worry, she felt no sadness, and she found herself able to keep track of conversations fairly well; something she had struggled with previously. Was this what The Miracle had done? Would it last forever? She certainly hoped so.

One thing The Miracle hadn't fixed though was her shyness, proven by the fact that she still found it a struggle to even contemplate going over and talking to the others there. Would they accept her? They seemed for the most part to be so much older than her. She wanted to speak to the others, to try to make a friend or two, but still found herself unable to think of how. Samantha made a decision. She would attempt to talk to someone, and then she would go with Mr Bear to the nice lady. She looked down at her right hand, which was holding onto Mr Bear's paw. She was extremely pleased that Mr Bear had made it into wherever it was she had gone to, it made her feel much more comfortable.

Taking the first step was the hardest part, she realized. Reaching out to talk to others was something she was not used to, the entire process was unfamiliar to her. Despite being a nine year old, she had almost never had any friends. Second step done now. Good, she was making progress, and the second step towards the person she had chosen to speak to was much easier than the first. The girl she was walking towards was the girl that had run over to the butler, she seemed scared; something that Samantha herself could definitely relate to. Picking up the pace, Sammy walked right up to Ainsley and stopped. She began rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously as she opened her mouth to speak.

"H-hi, my name is Sammy, what's yours?"

 

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RAIN began to sprinkle down on them all and Leah looked around in a daze. Wet. Wet, wet, wet. That's what they were becoming. She followed after the others and looked around in bewilderment. She felt hollow, like part of her was missing. Her brown eyes searched the group and scanned each of their faces -- their expressions. Hollow wasn't the only thing she felt. Actually, it was probably the first real emotion she had felt in a significantly long time. She could feel. Leah empathized with the others hesitancy about entering the house, but what choice did they have? It was raining and there were wolves out. On the other hand, she had always wanted to see wolves in real life -- a dream counted, right? Or was it a dream? Leah had never imagined herself dreaming up something so elaborate. Most of the time she didn't dream at all. So what was this? Everything she knew suddenly felt so foreign.​

Leah sidled up next to Xyloh and began to pick at her fingernails as they entered the strange house. ⌈Ghost, do you know what's going on?⌋ she asked with genuine curiosity. It wasn't her normal detached questioning that Leah would usually give. Even she noticed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She looked at Xyloh with further confusion, although, the other girl would have no idea about the latter. Her gaze wandered to some of the other people in the group as they walked. Normally, she didn't act any different in her dreams, that she could remember. So why was she now? Everyone from the experiment was present and Leah began to take note that she was not the only one acting out of character. This was a strange dream and that Dream Maker woman was even more strange. She left them. She welcomed them to her home and then left them. What kind of hostess was that?​

They were being shown around by some butler guy named Charles. Leah felt uneasy, which, like everything else she was slowly starting to realize, was not the usual. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and pursed her lips. She began to take in the details of the home as they walked down the halls and really started to understand just how observant she suddenly was. She was always too distracted and detached to pay attention to much of anything. Was this the dream or the pill? Both? She pressed her tongue to the inside of her teeth and glanced around some more. Some of the others that would normally be ranting and raving right about now, were unusually quite; while the rest just continued to be themselves. Huh. There was no way she could dream this creatively. Leah wasn't a creative type.​

She returned her attention back to Xyloh and cocked her head to the side. This was all really strange. ⌈Do you notice anything different about everyone?⌋ It came out of her before she even had time to think the question through. It was just really starting to bother her now. There was more going on then her simple mind could process.​