My dreams are my own... whether you influence them or not isn't anything I consider worth a moment's thought, really. I spoke of my dreams and my own fears, not of you - must you be so full of yourself?

Perhaps you spoke of some passing dream you had; however, I remember quite clearly that I was the one who whispered those words to you long before any dream you might have had. Give credit where it's due.

You want ~credit~ for such a horrible thing? Those dreams were not any I found pleasant or soothing - certainly not dreams I would wish on anyone else. And you would claim that they are yours?

It's almost pleasant to hear you so flustered; a nice change from ink-stained and ditzy.

*comes forward, prodding Blue out of the shadows as well* And it would be pleasant as well if we could have one night without you baiting anyone. You're becoming almost as much of a nuisance as they *his hand waves in the Dreamer's direction* are. Shut up.

*winces, but seems about to obey... until a look from the girl he had been taunting seems to strike a nerve* Oh, I'll shut up, all right... but before I do, there's something I want to take care of.

*slides into view* ...You rang?

Oh no. Blue, no... is this actually necessary?

Yes. Let me have my fun.

*watches the newcomer warily, her eyes wide, wearing the look of someone who knows what to expect and doesn't like it*

*dances over to stand beside the first girl, wrapping herself around the dreamer, seeming to blend with her, leaving tendrils of herself in the other* payback is a bitch, isn't it? you made me... you let me suffer... and now it's my turn to share.

I did warn you, when she was created. I told you it would be a bad idea for your sake. Fuck the others - they can suffer, they've caused enough - except the littlest one, and she... deserves something you can't provide. But I warned you that you would suffer, precious.

*seems to be struggling with herself* Y..yes, you warned th... me... you said it would be a bad idea. You were right, and th..I was wrong.

*chuckles, watching this* it's so nice to see someone else having to deal with that sensation... i was getting tired of wanting to speak in f'ing third person, anyway.

*smiles as well* It is pleasant, isn't it? They all try so hard to keep her sane, and yet just a tiny taste of what you are, and she nearly cracks... delicious.

*ceases fighting, sinking slowly to her knees, her body trembling*