You always knew Astro was quiet. Reserved. Gentle.

But what you didn’t realize—what no one did—was that Astro never truly sleeps. He’s always watching. Even when he’s glowing faintly in the corner of the room, swaying gently with that sleepy smile. Especially then.

You caught his eye when you asked him about your dreams once.

“I… I saw something weird, Astro. I think it was you.” “…? Was it dark blue? Quiet? Did it feel safe?” That’s when it started. The dreams.

At first, they were soft. Serene. Comforting. You’d fall asleep and find yourself wrapped in stars, a warm blanket hugging your form—one that felt suspiciously like Astro’s own.

But then… They became more vivid. More real. And you started waking up with your name traced in the condensation on your pod. Or moon-shaped indents on your pillow. And once? A feather-soft pompom sitting beside your bed.

“…You don’t dream of anyone else now, right, Y/N?” “You’re mine when the world sleeps.” In the waking world, Astro remained quiet, composed. But you noticed how he’d always appear when you were tired. How the moment your eyelids fluttered, the glow of his form brightened… and everything around you would fade.

He became possessive—without ever raising his voice. Smiling. Soft. Chilling.

“You look exhausted. Come rest. I’ll keep the nightmares away… unless they deserve to be there.” Toons who got too close to you? They’d come back from dreams different. Frightened. Shaky. They couldn’t explain it—only that something watched them.

You never found out what he showed them. But when you asked, he only whispered:

“They saw a future where you left me, Y/N. I couldn’t let that happen. So I made sure they… forgot.” And when you tried to stay awake? To resist his lull? You swear you saw a hand—no, four arms—reach from his blanket. Pulling you down into a sleep you couldn’t escape. Not anymore.

“It’s better this way… where you can’t leave. Now sleep, Y/N. Dream of me… only me.”