Post by timharper on Nov 2, 2016 11:38:20 GMT
Freddy rolled over in his bed. It had been months since he had dreamed of the strange world where he seemed to have power and influence beyond his measly 8 years. The world where strange creatures that responded to his every whim and he suffered attacks on the creatures he could summon at will from an odd assortment of men, women and beasts (including at one point a crazed gorilla). But somehow tonight felt different. He knew before he drifted off that he would be returning….
His hunch was right…he materialised in what seems to be a boggy landscape surrounded by some of his most devoted creations; a huge version of his favourite Teddy, the odd creatures that reminded him of sacks with legs, those….things….he called insidious madness. But he also saw creatures he didn’t recognise, ones he couldn’t summon. Some tree like creations and what appeared to be a spider in a dress. They converged upon him, muttering words of appreciation and greetings. They seemed to have constructed some sort of lair since he had last been here too….something was going on.
Before he had chance to question anybody, he was pounced upon by what appeared to be a homicidal baby wielding a carving knife. Without thinking the dreamer closed his eyes and with a loud bang the baby was thrown across the room, and he rushed off and hid behind the teddy muttering to himself.
“Master,” muttered the spider. “We have been awaiting you. We are being attacked by one of the invaders. A man who calls himself Leviticus. He is after our homes, he is driving us away. We must fight him”.
Without speaking the dreamer drifted deeper into the bog. Somehow he knew that was where he needed to go. He needed to meet this foe and destroy him once and for all. The other members of his motley crew followed, wordlessly, deeper into the mists of the bog. He noticed his Teddy had gained a helmet from somewhere since his last visit; he wondered what benefit that would give him in what he knew was a fight to come.
Suddenly, they were on him. A rag tag bunch which seemed to include a woman in some sort of machine, a strange creature of ashes and dust and some crazed looking people who seemed to show no fear of him. As they advanced upon each other he summoned some of those odd creatures that he found so uselful in his fights in moving his other monsters around…daydreams…
“Go away, we’re playing here” the dreamer called out in warning to those who foolishly sought to oppose him. But they paid no attention. Indeed, rather than running away they attacked, and suddenly the spider-lady was gone. Well, he never did find out what she did or who she was, no great loss. And look – one of the monsters he had stictched together had managed to kill Leviticus. Job done, the dreamer could go home.
The dreamer looked to his side and saw that the monstrous trees had planted cover, through which Teddy was marching. He saw his daydreams push him toward the woman in the strange suit. Before he tell the Teddy not to bother though, he saw Leviticus reappear through the mists. His attention distracted for a moment he spotted Teddy through the trees hugging the armoured machine and tearing it to shreds with his teeth, the crazed strength of the bear clearly too much for the metal to deal with. An anguished cry from the woman within and suddenly Teddy’s pink fur was a deep shade of red…blood.
On the other side of the bog things weren’t going to plan. Leviticus and his henchwoman had joined the fray and quickly defeated his stitched monsters, both of whom had gambled their lives and lost. Under sustained attack the dreamer used his powers of manipulation to push the Teddy toward Leviticus and his female companion. In one swift swoop the monstrous bear had ripped them both to shreds, forcing the woman to flee and Leviticus to disappear again.
The dreamer was prepared this time, and looked at the Teddy, who had lost his helmet in the confusion. “Kill the waife” he thought, but before he could use his powers on Teddy for a second time he felt himself struck by magic; once, twice, three times and then, suddenly, blackness. As he drifted out of sleep he saw the Teddy struck down by a man in a strange and powerful looking suit.
Freddy woke in his bed, sweating. He dared not fall back to sleep, he could not remember a dream so bloody as that since he had started having them, just over a year ago. He fought sleep, fought it as hard as he could but eventually he drifted off again.
He was standing in the middle of the bog again, but all was quiet. The same people who he had seen when he had returned for the first time in months were all staring at him, a look of relief on their faces. The dreamer could see they were all injured, not a single one seemed to have escaped without some sort of injury, but none seemed to bad. It was clear that when he had vanished things had take a turn for the worse, and nobody needed to speak to confirm it.
The spider seemed to glide over to him. “Master, you are back. We killed him. We killed Leviticus. Your revenge is complete”.
“No,” thought the dreamer. “Revenge will not be complete whilst I suffer defeats in battle. Not until all the outsiders are driven from my dream world”.
Without uttering a word, the dreamer marched through the bog, determined that next time he found some outsiders it would not be him who felt the pain of defeat. Besides, Lord Chompy Bits was sure to come back and help him soon…where was he…?
His hunch was right…he materialised in what seems to be a boggy landscape surrounded by some of his most devoted creations; a huge version of his favourite Teddy, the odd creatures that reminded him of sacks with legs, those….things….he called insidious madness. But he also saw creatures he didn’t recognise, ones he couldn’t summon. Some tree like creations and what appeared to be a spider in a dress. They converged upon him, muttering words of appreciation and greetings. They seemed to have constructed some sort of lair since he had last been here too….something was going on.
Before he had chance to question anybody, he was pounced upon by what appeared to be a homicidal baby wielding a carving knife. Without thinking the dreamer closed his eyes and with a loud bang the baby was thrown across the room, and he rushed off and hid behind the teddy muttering to himself.
“Master,” muttered the spider. “We have been awaiting you. We are being attacked by one of the invaders. A man who calls himself Leviticus. He is after our homes, he is driving us away. We must fight him”.
Without speaking the dreamer drifted deeper into the bog. Somehow he knew that was where he needed to go. He needed to meet this foe and destroy him once and for all. The other members of his motley crew followed, wordlessly, deeper into the mists of the bog. He noticed his Teddy had gained a helmet from somewhere since his last visit; he wondered what benefit that would give him in what he knew was a fight to come.
Suddenly, they were on him. A rag tag bunch which seemed to include a woman in some sort of machine, a strange creature of ashes and dust and some crazed looking people who seemed to show no fear of him. As they advanced upon each other he summoned some of those odd creatures that he found so uselful in his fights in moving his other monsters around…daydreams…
“Go away, we’re playing here” the dreamer called out in warning to those who foolishly sought to oppose him. But they paid no attention. Indeed, rather than running away they attacked, and suddenly the spider-lady was gone. Well, he never did find out what she did or who she was, no great loss. And look – one of the monsters he had stictched together had managed to kill Leviticus. Job done, the dreamer could go home.
The dreamer looked to his side and saw that the monstrous trees had planted cover, through which Teddy was marching. He saw his daydreams push him toward the woman in the strange suit. Before he tell the Teddy not to bother though, he saw Leviticus reappear through the mists. His attention distracted for a moment he spotted Teddy through the trees hugging the armoured machine and tearing it to shreds with his teeth, the crazed strength of the bear clearly too much for the metal to deal with. An anguished cry from the woman within and suddenly Teddy’s pink fur was a deep shade of red…blood.
On the other side of the bog things weren’t going to plan. Leviticus and his henchwoman had joined the fray and quickly defeated his stitched monsters, both of whom had gambled their lives and lost. Under sustained attack the dreamer used his powers of manipulation to push the Teddy toward Leviticus and his female companion. In one swift swoop the monstrous bear had ripped them both to shreds, forcing the woman to flee and Leviticus to disappear again.
The dreamer was prepared this time, and looked at the Teddy, who had lost his helmet in the confusion. “Kill the waife” he thought, but before he could use his powers on Teddy for a second time he felt himself struck by magic; once, twice, three times and then, suddenly, blackness. As he drifted out of sleep he saw the Teddy struck down by a man in a strange and powerful looking suit.
Freddy woke in his bed, sweating. He dared not fall back to sleep, he could not remember a dream so bloody as that since he had started having them, just over a year ago. He fought sleep, fought it as hard as he could but eventually he drifted off again.
He was standing in the middle of the bog again, but all was quiet. The same people who he had seen when he had returned for the first time in months were all staring at him, a look of relief on their faces. The dreamer could see they were all injured, not a single one seemed to have escaped without some sort of injury, but none seemed to bad. It was clear that when he had vanished things had take a turn for the worse, and nobody needed to speak to confirm it.
The spider seemed to glide over to him. “Master, you are back. We killed him. We killed Leviticus. Your revenge is complete”.
“No,” thought the dreamer. “Revenge will not be complete whilst I suffer defeats in battle. Not until all the outsiders are driven from my dream world”.
Without uttering a word, the dreamer marched through the bog, determined that next time he found some outsiders it would not be him who felt the pain of defeat. Besides, Lord Chompy Bits was sure to come back and help him soon…where was he…?