You were in the forest, playing Minecraft on the Dsmp. Typical, some would say. But who cares? The Dsmp was doing great now, anyway. The Syndicates had taken car of everything, the wars over the disks over. No more conflict. You were taking a break from your clingy friends, George, Sapnap, Skeppy, Quackity and Bad. You were picking sunflowers.

Then, you saw your 'friend's, Nightmare, floating next to you with his Dreamon powers.

Nightmare: "Heh. Busy much, Daydream?"