It was hard to remember.

This form was not meant to think like players.

It was too small.

How long had he been like this. Forced into a form nothing like his own.

A small keening sound escaped him.

"Aww... are you unhappy again,"a voice taunted, a small face scowled at the masked face looking down at him.

"..." he hissed, an amused chuckled escaped the other and a finger poked him making his tiny white Blob body fall over.

"Dream Dream... or rather, lets call you Dre. This body is mine now, no one knows or will care. After all, I've made you a Villain," the voice sneered, "they don't even know those silly hunters ejected you from your own body."

I Hate you Dream hissed from the Blob.

"Love you too Dre," The Dreamon taunted, and left laughing.

Dream... Dre... the blob wailed his sorrow.

How long till he truly forgot.