Dan's POV

"He thinks I'm the one who tortured him."

Nate's eyes widened. He sprinted up the stairs and gave me a giant hug. He sat down next to me and let me cry into his shoulder.

"I HATE YOU!" Phil screamed from behind the door as he kicked it again, causing me to cry even harder.

Reagan stormed up the stairs. "Listen here, you inconsiderate dork! Dan–"

"IS A TOTAL BITCH!" Phil shouted.

"AND WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT?!" Felix yelled as he walked up the stairs.

"No one had to tell me anything! I've always known! I felt bad for you because no one liked you! Not even Nate you gullible asshat!" Phil screamed back.

I hugged Nate tighter, bringing his head next to my heart.

Nate pulled away and looked me in the eye as he declared, "Phil's right. I don't like Dan."

Well thanks.

"I FUCKING LOVE HIM!" Nate screamed as he kicked the door as hard as he could.

I heard Phil gasp, probably because he had been the one kicking the door, not us.

I heard Mark whisper to Reagan, "What do you think happened to Phil?"

Reagan glared at Mark as if he was the dumbest person on Earth. "Nate's memories were taken. Phil's have been modified."

"What do you mean?" I asked, tears still running down my cheeks.

"I mean the voice stole Nate's memories, leaving him with nothing. However, we got them to return. This proved that the voice needed to up its game. Thus, not only did it extract Phil's memories, but it changed them and put them back," Reagan explained.

"So he remembers everything that we've done?" I asked a bit confused.

"Kind of. Let me think of an example." Reagan paused as she thought, but started explaining after a few seconds, "Instead of remembering being happy when meeting you in person, he might remember being disappointed because you weren't what he was expecting."

"Reagan!" Mark started, a bit shocked that she had said that. "Phil was thrilled to meet Dan in person!"

Reagan sighed, "That's exactly the kind of thing that would have been changed."

It terrified me to think that Phil hadn't been enjoying my company all those years. I had to continuously remind myself that he wasn't telling the truth every time he kicked the door and screamed at me.

"Are we opening the door or what?" Jason asked.

Mark looked at me, probably wanting to go with what I said. I sighed, "Well...maybe we could wait for him to fall asleep?"

"Good idea," Nate whispered to me.

"Thanks," I whispered back.

"Does that mean we're taking shifts sleeping until Phil falls asleep?" Reagan whispered to our group.

Mark smiled at Reagan. "You're sleeping. No complaining."

Reagan rolled her eyes before deciding, "I guess one plus side of inclusive dreams in that you have an excuse to sleep twenty-four seven."

"Wait, since when do you have inclusive dreams?" Cry asked.

"Since I had one with Mark the day you guys came to adopt us," Reagan answered as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Hey! That reminds me!" I started, suddenly remembering that Jack had been here.

"What?" Mark asked with raised eyebrows.

"Jack, uh, well...a lot happened while you guys were gone," I mumbled the last part.

"Was Jack here?!" Mark asked, a huge smile forming on his face.

"Yeah, he saved my ass," I responded, recalling him telling me to push the figure down the stairs. "Not only did Jack make an appearance, but a hooded figure did as well."

I proceeded to explain everything that had happened while they were gone, careful to leave out the fact that Jack was receiving a worse fate because of me. However, I did mention that Jack told me to tell Mark hi.

Once I finished, Nate explained the story of how they walked in on Felix and Cry having a hardcore make out session.

I laughed when he got to the part of Cry straight up dropping Felix.

Then Phil kicked the door, and my smile disappeared almost instantly.

Reagan's POV

Mark led me back down the stairs and demanded that I lay down. He sat down and I rested my head in his lap, closing my eyes.

After I had been laying down for a few minutes with my eyes closed, I heard Mark chuckle, "You kids are freaking adorable."

I smiled a bit, before drifting to sleep.

•••

I woke up in the same room, expecting to see someone.

But nobody came.

I lifted my foot off the tile I had been placed on. All the other tiles turned yellow. I sighed and tried to remember what Percy had done the night before.

He had looked focused before telling me I could walk to him. I focused as hard as I could on everything being normal. On not being ripped into the abyss and woken up if I stepped off my tile. Once I thought I was ready, I slowly lifted my foot off my tile.

Nothing happened.

I let a small smile form on my lips as I stepped off my tile. Nothing happened, so I ran around the room.

It was a weird feeling. Being somewhere that used to scare the crap out of me, and now feeling like I own the place.

I thought about that for a few seconds. This was my dreamscape. Couldn't I change it?

I closed my eyes and focused on the color blue, as it was the first color I thought of. When I opened my eyes, the walls were no longer bright red. Instead, they were a pleasant shade of blue.

I smiled, wondering if the walls would still be like this next time I came here.

Next, my mind went to Jack.

I'm not sure why, but I started thinking about Jack. I tried to shake the thought so I could continue screwing around with my dreamscape, but I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Suddenly, Jack appeared in front of me.

I instinctively screamed.

"JACK?! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled.

He looked me in the eyes and I noticed the fresh blood running down his arms.

"R-Reagan?" he asked.

"Long story. What happened to your arms, and if you have any information that we should know that would help us find you, speak now please."

He took a deep breath, "How am I here? I was just being tortured by the bitch Dan punched down the stairs."

"Hold on, Dan actually punched it? I thought he was bluffing," I mumbled before I comprehended what he just told me, "There's no way I took you away from the real world and into my dreamscape, right?"

"One, it seems that way. And two, did you just call this place your dreamscape? Isn't that a Gravity Falls thing?" 

"Do you suddenly have a problem with TV show references?" I asked, smiling.

He chuckled, "Not at all. And I do have some information that could lead you guys to where I am, but the voice split Percy and me up."

"Okay," I responded.

"The voice knocked me out when I was trying to help Phil, so I don't remember exactly how I got to where I am, but I regained consciousness as I was being dragged through a doorway. The door was painted multiple colors and there was a black skull on the center of the top half."

I pictured the door in my mind. "Alright. Anything else?"

"Just..." He paused and took a deep breath. "I miss you guys so much."

I decided to take advantage of the given situation, "Especially Mark, though, right?"

"Well duh! Mark's the–"

The room shook a bit, which I now knew was a sign of someone waking me up.

"What about Mark?!" I pressed on, knowing I wouldn't get an opportunity like this for a while.

"He's the best friend I've always wanted!" Jack yelled. I noticed a few stray tears in his eyes, making me wonder if that was what he was actually thinking.

"Want me to tell him that?" I giggled a bit as the room swayed again.

"Knock yourself out, and why's the room shaking?"

"I'm waking up!" I yelled before wrapping my arms around Jack's torso and enveloping him in a hug.

"I'll miss ya, but remind me to give you a nickname," he yelled as the room shook.

"Give me a nickname!" I returned, giggling.

He chuckled, "Reg? Regiplier? What about SepticReg?"

I erupted into laughter, "SepticReg sounds like a superhero on steroids."

"Perfect for you!" Jack smirked.

I giggled again, "Has it occurred to you that this is our first proper conversation?"

"Why else would I have pulled the nickname card?" Jack chuckled out.

And just as suddenly as he appeared, Jack disappeared.

•••

I woke up on someone's shoulder.

"What in the–"

"Oh! Reagan! You're awake!" the person cheered.

"Uh, yeah? Put me down before I pound your face in?" I responded, slightly freaked out, as I didn't recognize the voice.

The person sighed and set me down.

"Explain," I demanded of the hooded figure.

It sighed before pulling its hood back, "My name's Ro–"

I squealed before he could finish, "YOU'RE ROBERTIDK! Wait, what the hell are you doing here? And where's Mark?"

He half-heartedly laughed at me, "It's a long story."

A/N

That awkward moment when Robert isn't even the YouTuber you were talking about adding in but you thought this would be funny af

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