[@BladeSS4][@AngelofOctober][@Landaus Five-One]

[color=#E82222][center][u][h2]Tristan[/h2][/u][/center][/color]

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Blinking, as if he blinked into a new schizophrenic existence. Rubbing his eyes only made him realize the shelved puppets were on both hands. Tristan felt so estranged by the familiarity of the home he loved. It was like the very fabric of reality reset, but the files were irreparably corrupted. Surrounded by unrecognizable homes filled by a sprawling countryside; the large barn beside their residence enclosed by their white-picket fence and harvested crop fields. A fabricated painted with perfect detail, it just happened to be detailed with numerous errors. Was that the sky glitching out? Was this a side-effect of the medicine? Oh, wait. He forgot he hadn’t taken his medicine yet...

“I’ve never had such an interesting dream before.” Tristan uttered with complete denial, messaging the back of his head; it was still sore from waking up. Quickly remembering why he ran out in panic in the first place, running around the house and noticing a couple red robins pulling out worms from the dirt. He sighed in relief, accepting the incongruity of the situation of the shadow of birds flying down for a morning snack, somehow appearing to be his sister falling from the roof. It must have been his imagination... 

He glanced down at his puppets both pointed their arms in the same direction. Looking toward the barn; the doors were conspicuously creaked open. Heading that way to investigate; considering maybe he was the marionette attached to strings. Passing the stone well, hearing sounds like growling from the inside.

“Huh. Looks like Lassie needs a paw, anyone speak dog?” Angi chimed in, moving its mouth. Shushed by Tristan, Luci’s arm pressed against Angi’s lips. Slowly approaching and peeking down at the well, only seeing the water at the bottom. 

“Doesn’t look like a boy is trapped in the well…” Tristan said with awkward laughter; partially to make light of these strange events, and also finding his own reference clever.”

“Not yet.” Luci commented with a sinister tone. Two beaming red eyes pierced through the water’s surface. Tristan bolted away from the well; and his house.

“That’s-it. You’re-both-so-grounded.” Tristan huffed between shallow breaths. Ending up amongst a group of three children, that were clearly not from around here. One boy and girl that both appeared to be similar in age, and an androgynous kid that couldn’t have been much older than his own younger brother. All of their expressions seemed to read that they were experiencing the same phenomenon; though overhearing the exact questions the older boy had asked confirmed that assumption.

“Uh. Pardon me?” Tristan interrupted with a polite smile, puppets both happily waving. Unfortunately, before uttering his own greeting. His stomach did so for him, letting out a moaning cry that donuts were calling his name. The puppets both immediately held their mouths, like they tried to stop themselves from bursting out into laughter. Was it too much to ask his dream, to boot up a new save?