Veronique took a deep breath before dealing with the situation at hand, wishing she could just have a normal dream as much as sometimes those journey entertained her.

  She kept waking up exhausted after she had them and it wasn’t pleasant at all when she ended up in the Asylum.

  Every time it felt as if she was dying.

  “Alright what now?” she slowly said already checking if she could interact with things and was disappointed when she found out she could.

  She explored the place and noticed the house wasn’t exactly tidy, on the contrary it seemed as if a hurricane had passed through it.

  A box in the living room caught her attention, it seemed to belong to some kind of toy

  “Your best friend Clanker only 9,99 from Joyful Dreams?” she read out aloud from the box, but aside from the this dynamic colorful writing on top there were no pictures or anything of the product, just an empty box the size of a shoe box “jeez for a price that low it’s either some cheap crap or an outright scam” she thought out aloud then heard a noise and turned towards it in alarm only to be meet with a strange sight.

  There was a Chihuahua shaped toy right in the hallway looking at her with two glowing blue eyes, it had a bigger head then the real thing but the overhaul shape clearly resembled that kind of dog despite it being all plastic

  -Hi, are you my new friend?- a robotic voice had came out from the small speaker Veronique could barely spot on the thing’s chest.

  “Err I guess so” Veronique had said uncertain, could she have ended up in one of those folklore legends where ghosts would either kill you or leave you alone depending on your answer? but as far as she knew there were no killer ghost dog toys.

  Can dog toys be ghosts in the first place? How would such thing even work? Maybe it was just a classic case of a toy being possessed by an evil being.

  Then what was up with the packaging? Could a cult be involved?

  The toy started jumping around her out of joy and now that it came closer to her Veronique paled seeing that the thing was leaving blood footprints all over the place and most of all there was dyed blood near its mouth area

  “…Do you have a lot of friends?” she tentatively asked her horror maniac instincts kicking in, as if on clue the toy’s eyes turned red and its whole face opened up revealing a several sharp metallic teeth resembling an open bear trap that kept opening and closing with a loud clank.

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  It opened at a full 180 radius

  -ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US! ONLY US!- it kept repeating with a distorted loud voice

  “Sorry, sorry of course I am only friends with you!” Veronique was quick to say before the thing attacked her, those words seemed to calm the toy down who reverted back to its harmless form

  -My Friend!- it had said then Veronique kicked the thing away, jumped out of the window and started running out the street of what appeared to be a normal neighborhood.

  …Or it would be normal if she wasn’t seeing several of those toys overwhelming and killing people in packs.

  “FUCK! OF COURSE THE BLOODY APOCALYPSE CAME SHAPED AS CHIHUAHUAS!” she swore as they started chasing her then at some point she tripped, but instead of feeling sharp teeth on her she simply had feel in her cozy bed at the Asylum

  ‘When will this shit end?’ she had thought, completely exhausted from having to deal with those dreams as she started coughing blood.

  Main Dinning Room

  After her latest nightmare Veronique couldn’t fall asleep again, so she ended up going to breakfast looking like the living dead

  ‘stupid evil chihuahuas’ it wasn’t that they scared her, but she couldn’t make heads and tails as on why she was dreaming out b movie horror plots? Then there was that Asylum…could it be that she got some kind of brain damage from her memories of her other life and this was the way she was trying to process it all? She could only be dreaming about the Asylum because she knew her fate was supposed to be committed to one…but what was that mysterious woman all about?

  ‘Ugh I don’t know how long I can take of this’ then she had an idea ‘next time I will try to grab her before I end up in a generic zombie scenario or something of the sort’ even if most of all she wanted to stop ending up in the Asylum.

  “You seem a bit tired dear” the Duchess had interrupted her thoughts

  “Nothing bad, it’s just a nightmare” Veronique was quick to say trying to be dismissive about it

  “Nightmares?” Duchess Lucretia had repeated

  “She has them a lot” Rhea had jumped in the conversation “Sometimes she wakes me up”

  “Sorry Rhea I will try to be quieter” Veronique was genuinely sorry about it, since the child herself was recovering from nightmares about the Scorpions’ attack and she didn’t want to disturb her ‘Sleep is really important to young children’

  “I don’t want you to have them at all” Rhea had pointed out sounding angry at the response

  “I will tell the staff to have some calming tea brought up at Dinner, that should help you sleep”

  “Thank you Duchess” Veronique politely said even if she had other thoughts ‘I doubt this will be solved by teas

  “Don’t mention it” Duchess Lucretia had gently said

  “Dreams are quite a fascinating puzzle” Ivan had said from his spot at the end of the side tables “Huntings of the minds, sometimes the best thing to have them disappear is to say them out aloud”

  “Err” the last thing Veronique wanted was to do that ‘How in the world could I ever explain them? I have to make something up’

  “But I can understand this is a too much of public setting” the man had said cutting the discussion himself before Veronique could utter another word.