The Dreamcaster: Chapter 11
CBPrincess
Jane, is everything okay?
“Ugh! Where is she?! I want the juicy details, Jane!” said Crissie, shaking her monitor back and forth. It was already nearing midday and, much like all of Crissie’s hyperfixations, she knew she wouldn’t be able to write a word. Tabbing over to the still empty word document of today’s story, she laid her head down on her desk, groaning in her arms.
Miss Snorington came over and gave Crissie a pat on the back, “There, there, baby girl. Does someone need a playtime break?”
With her head still down, Crissie shook her head no. “I just wanna revel in my misery,” she said, a mixture of sarcasm and seriousness in her tone. She tilted her head to the side, “Can you bring me a bottle, though?”
“Of course, sweet pea. One bottle coming right up!” said Miss Snorington, making her way over to the kitchen area.
Looking back up at the computer, Crissie picked herself up, attempting to shake off the writer’s block. “Okay, no more miss nice baby! You’re going down, Mr. Story!” she said, grabbing her mouse and doing her best to force something out.
It’s was a quiē̸̼t̷ m̴ŏ̸r̶̞n̸̦̈ï̶n̵̢̑g̷̯ ̴͈ḯ̴n̷ t̸̫͌ẖ̷̕ȩ̴͌
“What the…” shouted Crissie as she thumped her computer screen, “Not again!” Sighing in frustration, she hit refresh. Since it was able to fix the corrupted text last time, she anticipated it would work the same way now.
I̶͓̕t̶̗̉’̶̙̓s̴̫͋ ̷̹̾w̸͕͑a̷̯̓s̸̪̊ ̸̥̊ạ̸̐ ̴̯͊q̶͉͘u̷̻͝i̸̡͠è̶̩t̴̩̋ ̶̛͚m̷̘͌o̸̡͊r̸͉̈n̸̡͠ȋ̵͔ñ̸̝g̵̝͑ ̸̱̍i̸̱̅ṋ̴̎ ̵̓͜t̵̪͊h̷̙́ę̶̆
“Aaaand…it’s worse. Miss Snorington! We need to contact Master!” yelled Crissie, cursing her luck that something screwy like this would happen precisely when she was going to get back to work. She exited out of the document and closed out of her browser, grumpily muttering to herself, “I’ll just take today off and work a day this weekend.”
Miss Snorington came over and gave Crissie a pat on the back, “There, there, baby girl. Does someone need a playtime break?”
Crissie turned to look at Miss Snorington with a strong sense of deja vu, “Um, didn’t you just say that. Also, weren’t you getting me a milk bottle? Where is it?”
“Of course, sweet pea. One bottle coming right up!” said Miss Snorington, making her way over to the kitchen area…again.
Tilting her head to the side, Crissie watched Miss Snorington disappear around the corner towards the kitchen, confused beyond belief. “That was…odd,” she said, scoffing off the weirdness of her Groundhog Day moment. Still, while on the surface she’d convinced herself that nothing was wrong, she couldn’t shake this feeling that something bad was on the horizon.
“D-Did Miwth Shnowington jus wepeat hewsewf?” asked a small voice from the other side of the room. It was Buttercup, who was peeking out from the dollhouse, “Cuz if she did, ish not da fiwst timb.”
Crissie stood up and made her way over to the dollhouse, leaning down so that her face was at eye level with Buttercup, “It’s not? When did you notice it?”
“Wewll, she was cweaning da same two fings ovew and ovew again. She awso kept goin to da chawgewr even when she was chawged!” said Buttercup, growing more and more panicked with every word, “She’s been weiwd evew since…you wrote awll dat Jane stuff.” She tightly clasped the hem of her dress, having been holding onto this for a few days and too afraid to bring it up.
And just as Buttercup expected, Crissie snickered at her assertion, “Oh, pssh! You worry too much. I’m sure there’s an easy explanation for all of this.”
RUUUUUUUUMMMMMBBBBLE!!!!!
Suddenly, the entire nursery began to rattle as if an earthquake were happening. Crissie tumbled to the floor while Buttercup stumbled over to the dollhouse’s couch and grabbed onto it for some semblance of security. Eventually, the shaking subsided somewhat. It didn’t fully disappear, but it did allow for Crissie to get back to her feet.
Rushing to the kitchen as fast as she could, Crissie was shocked that Miss Snorington was nowhere to be found. “M-Miss Snorington! Where are you?!” After a few seconds of silence, she turned and bolted back to the main nursery area, finding Miss Snorington hooked up to her charger.
“I-I towd you!” screamed Buttercup, jumping up and down while pointing at the idle teddy bear robot frantically.
CRAAAAAAAAAAASH!
Crissie ducked for cover as one of the walls of the nursery collapsed, with nothing but an empty dark void existing behind it.
“D-Da nuwsewy is bweaking!” cried Buttercup, tears forming in her eyes. She ran to her crib and began grabbing as many plushies as she could.
Meanwhile, Crissie dashed to her computer. “Master! Tell me what to do! P-Please!” She waited for a few seconds before seeing a message pop up in the center of her computer.
G̸͙͆e̶̛͕t̸̗́ ̸͔͠ọ̶͝ű̸̢t̶̞̔ ̸͎͝n̸̩̆ȯ̶͉ŵ̴̥!̵͔
“NO!” screamed Crissie, unable to decipher what she was seeing. She tabbed over to Discord. If she couldn’t talk to Master, she’d at least be able to send out a message for help. Unfortunately, every bit of text from Discord’s website was corrupted. Regardless, even if whatever she sent was scrabbled, it was better than nothing.
CBPrincess S̷o̸m̶e̴t̷h̶ing’s̴͇ n̸ǒ̴ţ rḭ̴g̸̬h̶͙t̶!̵͉ ̷J̵A̸Ǹ̸Ė̵͉!̷̖ Tḁ̶́l̸k t̵̩o m̵ẻ̷̠! H̶̡́è̴l̷̛̙p̵!̸̟ G̵̦o̸̟ fi̴ǹd̷͈ Ma̸̯s̶ť̷e̸͎r̶̪ ̸à̶t̶͖ ̴͍t̵͉͝h̵͇e̵͙ H̶́͜Q̴ ̴̗o̸̙͘ḟ̴͖ ̶̮C̴̻̊r̷̺i̵̠̍ŝ̶̥s̵̝͒B̴̜̍ạ̸̈́b̶̼̌y̸̫͖͌̈́ ̶̣̈́D̷̯́i̶͖͝͠A̶̧̛͖p̶̢̊͑ḙ̸̊̒R̸̼͐̽ͅ ̸̣͒C̵̜̄͛ŏ̷̰̈́m̸̡̻̄P̶͎̓ả̴̱̃ͅN̸̩̪̿y̸̘̎̋y̴͓̌̇
Sparks flew from Crissie’s computer and moments later, the whole system went down. Snagging the portal key off of her desk, she quickly made her way over to the dollhouse and grabbed Buttercup, who had shoved nearly a dozen stuffed animals down her dress and diaper.
CRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBLLLLLEEE!!!!
The nursery began to fall apart rapidly. The shaking once again knocked Crissie to the floor. She looked up just in time to see the still inactive Miss Snorington get pulled into a black hole of nothingness.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Crissie crawled over to the toy box, which thankfully had not been pulled into the endless void. With a shaky hand, she managed to push the key through the fake lock and turn it, opening up a portal inside of the toy chest.
“Buttercup, hold on tight. We’re gonna be okay, I promise,” said Crissie, hugging her human dolly close to her chest. Taking a deep breath, she jumped inside the toy box just before the entire pocket dimension nursery swallowed itself whole.
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Crissie’s eyes fluttered awake, the sounds of birds and distant cars all around. She was back in the park where she woke up last time. She moved to get up, discovering that Buttercup, now back to a full-sized Rhys, was lying on top of her. She shook her formerly shrunken dolly to wake her up, “B-Buttercup! Please get off me!”
Rhys came to, quickly moving himself off of Crissie, “Oh gosh! I’m sorry!” He stood up, stumbling since he was unused to being up so high, “Hey, my lisp is gone!”
Turning her attention towards Rhys, Crissie snickered wildly, “You may want to cover up, Rhys. That’s not the only thing that’s gone. Hehehe!”
Looking down, Rhys yelped and quickly covered up his exposed lower half. Since hoping between dimensions returns whatever clothing someone was previously wearing when they left, Rhys was stuck in nothing but a t-shirt. “W-Why’d I have to get pulled into your nursery while masturbating?” he said, scoffing at his own self-deprecating humor.
Crissie giggled some more, “Come on, let’s get you something to wear. Then we need to go and find-"
RUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBBBLLLEE!!!
Crissie and Rhys are brought back to the ground as, much like with the nursery, the ground in the park began to quake. The pair of AB’s staggered to their feet and, with their arms around each other, made their way over to a line of trees, collapsing again near the roots.
“W-What’s happening?! I thought we were safe?!” shouted a very panicked Rhys.
And Rhys wasn’t the only one panicking. Hugging Rhys close, Crissie looked back towards the epicenter of the rumbling, watching with awe as the once flat grass began to bow downward, creating a small hole. The shaking soon came to an end with the hole remaining.
With his face buried in Crissie’s arms, Rhys leaned his head out, “I-Is it over?”
With her eyes wide, Crissie slowly shook her head no. Without saying a word, she climbed back to her feet and crept her way towards the hole.
“C-Crissie! What are you doing?!” asked Rhys, beyond confused by Crissie’s bold actions. He hunkered down, hugging a nearby tree.
As Crissie approached the hole, a cold sweat began to form on her forehead. She peaked over the edge, horrified to see an empty void of nothingness, just like the void that surrounded her nursery. With a quivering lip, she clutched her ever-tightening gut and turned back towards Rhys, “W-We need to hurryyyyOOOOH!”
BLOOOOOOOOOORRRRT!
Crissie’s diaper rapidly expanded, filling with a full day’s worth of brown mush. Needless to say, the anxiety finally got to her. “...hehe, m-maybe after a change.”
TO BE CONTINUED…