This is just a dream [Andrina]

[rogerrabbit]

And there she was. Roger just knew that she would be there, across this scary looking chamber, all tied up, but very much alive. He had fought through more dragons and beasts and evil witches than he could even count just to see her alive again, and there she was. “Snow! Snowflake, it’s me, Roger!” he cried out, rushing over, ready to hold her in his arms and get her outta those darn ropes and then they’d be okay again…except as he got closer, she seemed to be paler, and a lot less alive. To his horror, that was about when he noticed the bright red apple at her side. How had he not noticed that before? But no, he couldn’t panic yet, he knew the cure for this, so he kissed her…and nothing happened. Resisting the urge to panic, he kissed her again…and again…and still nothing happened!

Eyes wide in terror, he tried shaking her. “Snow, c’mon, wake up, I love you, that was true love’s kiss, remember? That’s supposed to wake you up!” he cried.

“You fool,” a voice behind him laughed and Roger turned around in fear, because…no, it couldn’t have been, it couldn’t have been Judge Doom, he was Dipped, he was gone! But there were those glowing red eyes, all he could see behind a cloak that looked worthy of one of the Harry Potter bad guys. “She can’t wake up, no matter how hard you try.” And then came that squeaky laugh that he scared the bejeesus out of him before, so he backed up, shaking his head, because no, Snow had to wake up!

And that was when he started hearing a strange sizzling noise…one that he had heard before…his stomach twisted in all sorts of knots before he dared to turn around. Snow was gone, nothing but the dress she had been wearing and…DIP! And much to his horror, his foot had sunk into the same Dip!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T DIP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Then he woke up. In the middle of a diner. The entire restaurant was kind of staring at him actually, and now he realized that he had carrot cake all over his face because he had wound up falling asleep on said cake, because he hadn’t been able to sleep ever since he realized Snow wasn’t coming back, because he just couldn’t sleep alone anymore…so not only had he been scared inkless, and had an audience staring at him without laughing, but now he had wasted a perfectly good carrot cake.

Oh, not to mention the fact that about a minute later, he had landed outside of the restaurant because he had been literally tossed out because he was scaring away patrons. He spit out some gravel and dirt that he unfortunately got in his mouth when he landed face first on the sidewalk and then shot a very rarely seen death glare in the general direction of the diner. “SOURPUSS!” he shouted, not knowing what else to say, seeing as he was still shaky from the nightmare, let alone being tossed out. If he kept on screaming like this, he was gonna ruin his voice, and that wasn’t even the worst of his problems. God, how was he supposed to live without Snow like this…or at all, really? He couldn’t even cry anymore, he was all outta tears, really. All he could do was feel…well, feel like a complete shell of his former self…because without Snow, maybe he was better off Dipped…but nah. Suicide wasn’t a Toony thing to do, and besides, where was he gonna find Dip around here?

So all he could do was…well…stand there. Lost, with nothing to really live for, not even much laughter, because no matter how hard he tried, he had forgotten how to smile.

[Andrina]

Andrina was sniffling like she was just recovering from a tragic sobbing session, which was probably the truth, though she was having a terrible time recalling. She felt shaking and tired and a little ill, but whatever the reasoning for such sickness was lost to her now and she wasn't exactly keen to remember something that made her sad so she didn't try. She simply stood up from the tree she had apparently been sitting under, brushed off her pale blue romper, hugged herself tight, and headed down the path in hopes of figuring out where she was. Normally, this is something that would cause any person alarm, but this had to be about the tenth or eleventh time Andy had found herself in some poor state in some random place with only a faint memory as to why. At this point, she was to flat out exhausted to try and figure out what was going on and her head too riddled and torn apart to find the right mind to seek help. Sos he walked, and breathed, and did her best to stay in one piece, because if theres one thing Andy is, its resilient. No matter the horror life throws at her, even in this severely troubled state, she can bounce back. Resilient and too stubborn to ever believe life is not worth living, even in the darkest of times.

She kept on a path she found until she came across a diner in the middle of a town. The town of...Trenale. She lit up a bit, proud of herself for remembering, though her expression was stolen by one of concern upon laying eyes on a very put down looking man. He looked that kind of dramatically sad that you only see in cartoons, not that that was a particularly strange thing around here, that much she was certain of. Still, cartoonish or not, it was very clear he was not having the best of times. She sigh, it wasn't like she had a surplus of happiness to give away right now, but it physically pained her to think of walking away from him with such a devastated look about him. So, with a small hesitation, she approached.

Are you okay? she asked him kindly, leaning down to try and see his face and pushing her blonde hair behind her ear. She struggled to think of something that might make him feel better you...its going to be okay, okay? She said with a sad smile I promise.

[rogerrabbit]

It took a moment or two for Roger to realize that when someone came over and asked if he was okay that it wasn't just some remnants of that dream he was having. After all, he had barely been able to sleep lately, apart from the nightmares, and he had only joke woken up. Even after such a god awful nightmare, it stood to reason that he would perhaps have issues snapping himself out of it completely. Once he did realize that, wait, he was really hearing someone, he jumped up to look at who the voice belonged to, because he wasn't at all sure if he recognized it, and when he saw the very pretty blonde, he knew he didn't know her very well, although he could've sworn he had seen her around, had always figured that he should say hello, but then his ADD tendencies would get in the way...but gosh, she didn't look at all like the girl he had noticed, at least...well. She looked as much like her herself as he looked like himself right now. And that was just another sign of how sad everything was lately.

But apparently the sad looking girl was assuring him that it was gonna be okay? Maybe it was just desperation, but he answered, "Y-y-you really think so?" and swallowed back the lump that was growing in his throat. "And...g-gosh, are you okay? Y-you look sad too..." His typical stutter was even worse than usual, not only because he was still convincing himself he wasn't gonna get Dipped by Judge Doom again, but because he had this insane urge to make this girl laugh, but he couldn't seem to find it in him to do so. How could he when he hadn't been able to laugh lately??

And that was when it suddenly hit him...what if he was never able to make anyone laugh ever again?? What if he had been so utterly crushed that that was it for his Toony days, and he was just going to be this depressed looking guy forever!??

Great. As if he wasn't already upset.

"H...how do you know it's gonna be okay?"