we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…

the song was a haunting melody that twisted through the dreamscape like a memory, nothing more than an echo of the real song.

you were having a nightmare again. you always did, when you were sleeping over at the pines’s house. it was one of those vivid ones that blurred the lines of the real and the fake. the house was different… wandering it only led to the same few halls, stretching and twisting until you found yourself in an odd room with a piano, a couch, and a record player.

i know we'll meet again some sunny day

the demon leaned against the piano, head tilted back like he was enjoying the music, his one uncovered eye closed, his arms crossed.

yet that one cat like eye opened when you stepped into the room. he turned to you, a feline smile gracing his lips, one gloved hand tracing the piano as he drew a step closer, the flared ends of his yellow waistcoat flowing rather gracefully as he moved. a top hat sat crooked on his yellow, black tipped hair.

“you’re here.”