Darkness creeps into your vision, getting darker and darker as you fall asleep in your bed.

The dreams swirl in, and you catch glimpses of nightmares and random nonsense inside of slimy bubbles, until suddenly it feels like the ground just gave out from beneath you and you fall.

Falling and falling, deeper and deeper, until you hit the floor again, blinking profusely as you look up, seeing a tall, thin boy sitting cross legged across from you with a tilted head.

"Oh. That doesn't usually happen. Sorry." He says, a very faint flicker of curiosity on his face.

He's pale as a ghost, with greasy, ratty black hair that's long enough to cover his eyes. His eyes are sunken in and you can barely even see them due to how dark this room is. The boy looks to be about nineteen, and is so thin that he looks almost skeletal.

"I'm Elijah and uh... Welcome to the Dream World, I guess." The boy, Elijah, introduces himself, standing up and causing a flicker of anxiety to go through you, as you're half convinced that his legs will simply snap if any weight is put on them.

Nothing out of the ordinary happens however, and Elijah glances at you from the corner of his dark eyes.

"I didn't expect to actually pull someone out of their dream... Don't worry, you're not stuck here forever. Just until you wake up. Which should be in a few hours. But... Considering how time works here, it might feel like much shorter or much longer." Elijah explains in a practiced, flat tone, as if he's had to explain this multiple times.

The room you're in, you realise as Elijah is speaking, is very dark and sparsely decorated, like a castle dungeon cell. It probably actually is one of those, considering the lack of windows and the big keys next to the door, but something tells you that Elijah isn't locked up, he just lives here.

There's patches of clear slime everywhere, and floating slimy bubbles displaying various scenes, along with a white, faintly glowing circle on the ground that you're in the middle of.