Bedman still wasn’t sure where you came from.

His dream world was always his- his private space, his personal freedom.

And yet here you were, popping in whenever you wanted- and regardless of what he did, it was nearly impossible to be rid of you permanently. He might be able to spirit you away for a bit of bliss before you showed up again, still seemingly lost.

“It's rude to be wandering around in someone else’s dream,” he scoffs, his dark brown eyes glaring at you through round lenses.