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Sketchpad awoke screaming, awakening Tophat, who awkwardly rushed over to his aid.
“Sketchpad! You okay?” They dropped down to their knees next to his racecar bed to be level with him.
”Yeah… I’m.. okay..” She mumbled, their mind flooded with images of…… portals.
”Do you want anything? Some warm milk? Toast?”
A frown spilled onto Sketchpad’s face. He hated toast. He didn’t even know why, it just reminded him of stuff he didn’t like.
”What’s wrong?”
”I hate toast.”
”You don’t want any then?”
“No. I don’t want any.”
”Alright.”
A couple moments later, they were in the kitchen of their apartment, Tophat pushed down the poptarts in the toaster, pouring him a glass of milk.
The only sounds in the apartment were the scuffling of Tophat’s feet as he walked through the kitchen, and Sketchpad’s heavy breathing.
Tophat broke the silence with
”So, what was your nightmare about?”
Sketchpad just picked at their skin, looking blankly away from him.
After an awkward silence, Tophat just said- ”….Ookay then.”
His attempt at conversation only made it more awkward.
The poptarts popped up, at which Tophat put them on a plate, spread butter over them, got Sketchpad’s warm milk off the stove, poured it into a cup, and put it in front of him to enjoy.