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Dylan smirked as the world started to fight back against his influence, the Dream Eater clearly fighting his creation. Through sheer force of will he managed to hold the basics together, though the Dream Eater managed to create a series of jagged spikes - which Estelle quickly dispatched, protecting the Pride from the most dangerous of them. It was an exhausting struggle, but he held on, Selan’s aria guiding him to depths of magical reserves that he never knew he had. 

Then, the Dream Eater stopped fighting all together, it’s attention drawn to the sight before it. Don - the biggest and baddest of all bros - was creating the most wondrous thing that Dylan had ever seen. It was a giant robot replicant of the man himself, so large in scope that it even gave the Dream Eater pause. 

And that pause was just what Dylan needed. While the creature was distracted, Giant Don Mech reeving it’s engines, Dylan’s mind drifted back to what Lucy had suggested before - [i]”You should put the dream eater in a dress." [/i]

He could see it in his mind, quickly sketching it out as Trixie reformed the pompadour. A heavy skirt, with layers upon layers of frills, a tight corset, pinching in tight to point of distraction, and a heavy train that ran along the ground. With a sudden whoop Dylan made it so, the Dream Eater staggering under the weight that appeared out of nowhere. 

Women’s dresses weren’t always the easiest to move in, even with years of practice. Suddenly the Dream Eater had to deal with the heaviest layers of cloth, pulling the creature down with the sheer weight of it, despite the fact it looked deceivingly light. And worst of all, it was bright pink, lacy, and just so darn [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/24810/1887210-tumblr_lkyeruljdd1qazn0d.jpg]cute[/url]. 

“Take that!” he yelled as Trixie fired her pompadour gun.