She heard someone behind her. She turned around to see Wirt holding Sara’s hand. “Wirt! How are you? Why is it so dark? What’s going on?” Beatrice asked. Wirt just turned his back on her and put his arm around Sara as she leaned on his shoulder. “Wirt. What’s wrong?” Wirt suddenly turned around with an angry face. “You’re just another problem aren’t you!? Why did you come here if you were just going to beat up my girlfriend?!” Wirt asked angrily. “What do you mean? She attached me.” Beatrice said, trying to convince Wirt. “No way. Sara told me how you were going to steal me from her. I thought you were my friend! If you where you wouldn’t have lied to me and said that she was attacking you! I was about to break up with her until she told me the truth. She would never lie to me. And we both know that you would.” Wirt said, reminding Beatrice about the whole witch incident. “She’s lying! This is what I was afraid of! That’s why I didn’t want to tell you who did it to me!” Beatrice said as she tried to explain it to him. Wirt just walked away with Sara who smiled at her smugly before they both disappeared into the darkness. Beatrice didn’t know what to do but to collapse. She was on her hands and knees, crying and sweating at the same time. This was a lot to take in for her. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. They were long and skinny fingers with cold palms. Beatrice turned around startled to see the Beast. “What’s wrong birdy? Don’t like monsters?” The Beast asked. Beatrice began to run as fast as she could to try and escape but she seemed to be running in place. She looked down at her feet to see that she hadn’t moved an inch. “What the what!? Why can’t I move?” Beatrice asked. She became even more frightened when she turned around to see the Beast, inches away, about to grab her. Beatrice knew that she wouldn’t be able to run away so she decided to face him. “W-What do you want? Please don’t hurt me! I just want to get out of….wherever this is.” Beatrice said. The Beast seemed to find what she said amusing. “You really don’t know where you are?! Hahahahahahaha! Fool! This is your dreamscape. Where all of your worst fears and shame are. I’ve brought you hear to discuss something with you. I will be coming to this world for my addle wood. But, I do so love worrying people.” The Beast said. “Wait. That’s all? You’re not going to kill me? And why are you telling me this? Aren’t you supposed to keep this stuff secret? What is your problem?! What person actually does that?!” Beatrice asks. “Didn’t I just say? I love to see someone worry. Besides, you won’t remember it when you wake up. Have fun with that.” He said. “Well. Time to kill you.” The Beast said as an axe suddenly appeared in his hand. “What?! No! Get away from me! There’s no use in doing it! I’m dreaming! I-It won’t affect me!” Beatrice said. “You think this is scary? Ha. Guess what kid. When you wake up, even though you won’t be able to remember what I said to you, you’ll remember everything else. Every fear that you unlocked or didn’t know you had will stick with you even after you awake.” He said as he swung his axe at her head. Beatrice ran faster and faster until she saw something. A door!!! Beatrice opened the door quickly, only to fall once she walked through. Beatrice would have fallen to her death if she wasn’t able to grab onto the edge of the cliff that was behind the door. The beast ran as fast as he could to her. “Ha. You really thought I wouldn’t outsmart you? Wirt wouldn’t have taken the door you know. He would have been able to smell danger from over a mile away. Well, maybe next time you come and see me, make sure to bring him.” The beast said before stepping on her fingers and shoving them off of the edge of the cliff. Beatrice began to scream until she hit the ground and everything became bright…. Beatrice jolted her head up to see she was in her bed again. She began to breathe heavily. Man that was a crazy dream. She thought to herself. But there were chunks in the dream that she didn’t remember. But it seemed so real. She looked at her hands which had slight drool on them. But that wasn’t what she thought was odd. She looked closer at her hands and then suddenly a face showed up on her hand. “Wake up!” Beatrice suddenly sat up. “What was that? Jeez. I hate when I dream inside of dreams.” She said.