(A/N: It's time for yet another shout-out to CandyMoon6583 for writing a(nother) book featuring MY book, which made me laugh until I cried.  We've crossed over so often that we basically share a universe by this point. :D I think her new book has a lot of potential, since it's promising to contain crossovers and mergers of all kinds(and possibly a contribution from moi), and I'm hoping to see some of my favorite fandoms make an appearance!  Keep up the awesome work, Bailey! <3)

Mabel Juice:  "It's like coffee and nightmares had a baby!" -Grunkle Stan

Day 1: Twitchy

Y/N was pacing down a hallway, counting her steps as she went.  She reached the corner.  Seventy-nine.  She turned around and walked back the way she had come.  Sixty-five?  She retraced her steps yet again, trying to make each pace as even as possible.  Ninety.  Okay, this building is seriously messing with me.

No matter how much time Y/N spent exploring her new home, it was difficult to get her bearings. Even though each tier of the Fearamid was smaller than the previous one, the dimensions of the building and the placement of the rooms kept subtly shifting.

Y/N decided to give up counting steps before she drove herself insane and wandered towards the kitchen, intending to fix herself another cup of coffee.  So far, she had slept as little as possible.  Under Bill's thumb though she may be, she was determined not to make it easy for him. 

She stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway.  It was difficult to tell, but the door she had just walked past appeared to be one she had never seen before.  Curiosity warred with caution as she took in the simple, rough door frame, so out of place among the gothic décor.

Curiosity defeated common sense as Y/N reached slowly for the door handle...

Only for her vision to turn black-and-white with a loud *pop.*

"I don't remember giving you the go-ahead to snoop in my private rooms, kitten!" Bill warned, having appeared suddenly between Y/N and the door.  She snatched her hand back, remembering Bill's earlier threat and not eager to have her flesh melted off. 

"I don't remember you telling me anywhere was off-limits," Y/N shot back.

"That's why I'm giving you one warning instead of simply obliterating you."  Bill's eye glowed blue as his stick hands burst into flames.  "Don't presume I'll be so nice if you try it again."

"You're so thoughtful," Y/N growled.  Then a thought occurred to her.  "Wait, if you can pull me into the Mindscape like this at any time, then why do you always wait until I fall asleep?"

Bill's insane cackling was so loud Y/N had to resist the urge to cover her ears.  "Because it's hilarious to watch you wear yourself out trying to stay awake for days on end!"  He wiped away an imaginary tear from his eye.  "As if that would do you any good!"

Before the echo of his laughter had finished reverberating through the hallway, Bill had vanished.  Y/N, once more in the world of color, scanned the blank stone wall with surprise.  Bill had taken the mysterious door with him.

Day 2: Haunted

"What is it this time?"  Y/N's voice didn't reach her own ears over the deafening sounds of warfare and carnage.  Not eager to open her eyes but more apprehensive of the unknown, Y/N looked up just in time to dive out of the way of one of Stanford's war machines, which missed her by inches.  The spikes on the sides brushed against her as it passed.

Unable to regain her balance after the reckless leap, Y/N crashed to the ground, curling immediately into a protective ball and feeling the bite of road rash in half a dozen places.

You'll have to do better than this, Bill, she thought bitterly.  This isn't any more frightening than any other Friday afternoon at home.  Who do you think helps Dad test these machines?

"Who do you think's driving that machine?" Y/N heard Bill's disembodied voice retort.  Y/N looked back at the tank to see Stanford, wearing a helmet and goggles, riding in the mounted driver's seat and wheeling the contraption around for another run at her.

"Oh, that is a low blow," Y/N said aloud as she scrambled to her feet and faced the oncoming tank.  "Seriously, my dad wanting me dead is less believable than last night's giant spider attack."

Bill didn't respond as Stanford's machine thundered towards her.  Rather than leaping out of the way, Y/N stood her ground until the tank was right on top of her.  With the agility she possessed only in a dream, where the laws of physics are flexible, Y/N grabbed the cannon and swung herself up onto the tank.

"Sorry about this, Dad!" she grunted as she punched Stanford squarely in the face, knocking him off the seat and sending him tumbling to the ground.  Y/N quickly clambered into the vacated seat and commandeered the controls, finding them familiar under her fingers.

Let's have some fun with this, shall we?  She smiled to herself, steering the tank across the uneven battlefield and aiming herself at the indistinct combatants in the middle distance.  Before the round wheels had lumbered twenty yards across the charred earth, her surroundings dissolved into colorless static.

"Oh, come on!" she complained.  "I was on a roll- pun intended!"

There was no response from the one who controlled her dreams.  As the indistinct grey void began to re-form into surroundings, she could only brace herself for whatever horror awaited next.

Day 3: Deranged

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Wendy asked hesitantly.

"Peachy.  Why?" Y/N responded immediately.

"Well... you haven't left your room since last week.  And you've barely been eating the meals Soos brings."

"I'm not hungry."

"Y/N... have you looked in a mirror lately?" Wendy pressed.

"The mirrors will steal my soul!" Y/N hissed.  "I mean... not as such.  Why?"

"I thought not."  Wendy walked on stubby wooden legs to the door and whistled.  A moment later, a decorative vanity galloped into the room and stopped obligingly in front of Y/N.

"That's still creepy," Y/N muttered, but examined her reflection regardless.  She hardly recognized herself.  After three short weeks in Bill's pyramid, her eyes had become sunken, with deep shadows under them from her self-imposed sleep deprivation.  Her hair was dull and stringy, and her cheekbones were more prominent than she remembered.

"I can barely remember what it was like to be human, but I'm sure that's not a good sign," Wendy said gently.  "Why don't you go take a nice bath and relax?"

"NO!" Y/N shrieked.  "If I relax, I'll fall asleep.  I'm safe when I'm awake... safer, anyway."

"Y/N, this isn't good for you!" Wendy urged.  "I know the boss is making it hard on you, but please take better care of yourself!"

Y/N ran one hand through her hair while she waved the vanity off.  "No... I don't need that.  I just need another cup of coffee, that's all."

"Y/N, that won't help!" Wendy protested, but Y/N was already out the door on the way to the kitchens.

She barely paid attention as the walls stretched and shrunk wildly around her.  There was no way of being sure if it was being caused by the building's unnatural shifting or her own delusion.

The teapot, whose name Y/N had learned was Grenda, was near the sink with the teacup Candy.

"Hello, honored guest!" Grenda greeted her in her gravelly voice.  "May I boil something inside myself for you to ingest?"

Y/N couldn't find it in herself to be disgusted by the offer.  "Coffee, please."

She tapped her fingers in an irregular rhythm against the table as Grenda brewed the coffee.  Her left eye twitched and her foot tapped the floor, unable to keep still as she waited.

Grenda poured the coffee into Candy.  To Y/N, it seemed to pour at an agonizingly slow rate.  As soon as the cup was full, Y/N snatched it off the table and drained it in a single gulp.  

"Do you want more?" Candy offered.  Y/N simply stared at her, hands shaking violently.  Is this another dream?  I can't tell anymore... Where am I again?

"Hey... HEY!" Candy shrieked as the cup slipped from Y/N's numb fingers, a sizable chip breaking off the edge as it clattered against the floor.

Candy's screams of pain and Grenda's shouts for help went ignored as Y/N staggered out of the kitchen, trying to run but stumbling with every step.  Leaning against the wall for support, Y/N tried to make her way back to her room, but the Fearamid itself seemed determined to thwart her.  Corridors turned at impossible angles, staircases appeared and disappeared at random, and she found herself repeatedly traversing the same hallway she was sure she'd been down before.

Gasping, she clung to a wall sconce for support, ignoring the heat on her fingers from the torch's flame.  Taking a steadying breath, she stumbled forward again, intent on reaching her room but not sure what she would do after that.

I can't fall asleep... I can't ever fall asleep...

"Still awake?" a distant voice seemed to ask.  "Not for long..."

Day 4: Raving

Y/N screamed herself awake yet again.  In fact, she didn't stop screaming for several minutes after waking up.

She heard the shouting of Wendy and Soos as they tried to calm her down, but she simply went dead silent the moment someone touched her.  She stared blankly at the wall until she was left alone.

I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this SOMEONE HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE ANYONE JUST SAVE ME OR KILL ME I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE 

"Sounds like someone's about ready to give in," Bill said smugly.  Y/N looked up to see him floating an inch away from her head.  She hadn't noticed herself fall asleep.

"This can all stop, you know," Bill remarked casually.  "All you have to do is ask."

Y/N stared at him blankly.  He stared back, amused.

"Here, I'll make it easy for you.  Just repeat after me: Bill, please stop."  Three little words.  It's that easy.  In fact, I'd say you're pretty stupid for not giving in already."  He adjusted his bow tie in anticipation of his victory.

"Never," Y/N croaked, her voice raw from screaming.

A flash of surprise seemed to cross Bill's yellow face, but it was gone in an instant.  "Suit yourself," he agreed, and with a snap of Bill's fingers Y/N's nightmares returned in full force.

She awoke screaming once again, this time with only one thought on her mind:

I have to get out of here.