• She wobbly stood up and looked around her surroundings. The first object she saw was a blue box with pictures on it and one word plastered over it: 'Mefljikovac'. She blinked and slowly pronounced the word. It sounded weird to her ears, and she looked around once again and noticed the room was in the colour pink. The bed she previously was at was pink, the pillows were pink, a small pink backpack on top of the table was pink, even the door was pink. Everything in the room was in the same shade of pink. It seems that the only object of a different colour is the blue box.

    Stretching her body, she noticed the window behind her and saw. Turning around she gasped in shock that even the view outside the window was also in the same shade of pink. The view contained a small garden with a bridge on top of a small stream and terrifying looking plants that seem to be - for some weird reason - facing towards her direction.

    "...I need to get out of here...." She muttered to herself, shivering as she felt the temperature of the room rise. Hastily, she grabbed the blue box and put it inside the small pink backpack that felt smooth to her hands. The content of the small pink backpack seemed like it shouldn't have been able to fit inside the backpack, but it did. It was a canvas, and there were several brushes and different coloured ink bottles in the backpack.

    She was terribly unsure on why there was a bunch of painting related objects in the small pink backpack she found, she curiously took a brush and dipped it into one of the bottles and splattered it onto the canvas that looked very similar to the room she currently is in. Immediately after doing that, she heard a giant 'swoosh' sound and saw that the room was now indeed splattered with the blue ink she used on the canvas.

    'Amazing!' She went over to the blue now on the floor, on the wall, on the bed, table, door, and window and touched it. It felt sticky, she thought to herself. A loud thunder boomed and caused her to remember that she needed to get out of here now and that if she looked back at the window... Was it her or are the plants even more closer to the window than it was before... Then the plants talked.

    "Jesteś chłopcem!!!!"

    !!!!!

    "AAAAHHH!!!" Feliks jumped up in shock as he heard another thunder rang throughout his house. Panting, he felt his whole entire body drenched in a cold sweat. Looking around, he saw his familiar colourful and bright room around him as it usually is.

    "Feliks! Are you alright?! I heard you scream! Is it another nightmare about the...you-know-what...." He heard Torris's - oh so calming - voice, and latched onto him feeling Torris's warm body and the sweet smell of raspberries and wild flowers all mixed together.

    Taking a deep breath, he shuddered again when another thunder rumbled, and slowly breathed out. "...No...Something else...It's something incredibly messed up, Ris."

    Torris didn't understand what Feliks meant and tries to calm the shivering mess, which is Feliks, that is latching onto him tightly and albeit a bit painfully the best way he can.

    He started to hum a lullaby that he knows both Feliks and him cherished long time ago. Feeling Feliks stop shivering below him, he carefully took Feliks's, still tightly gripping Torris's body, hands and softly whispered a good night to the sleeping Feliks, before going back to his own room to catch up on his previously disturbed sleep.