[ BASED OFF OF DREAM GAME! CAN BE OC x OR CHARACTER x ]

The Dreamsphere. A place where people could end up in if they fell asleep. In the Dreamsphere, all rules of life are completely gone, and replaced by rules you make up. Anything is possible. And, if you were someone like Mafioso, you owned the Dreamsphere. _

Mafioso woke up, in the same place he was before he awoke. Safely in his bed, with the sheets all bunched up around his waist. He woke in a cold sweat, and he couldn’t seem to remember what happened before he awoke in the Dreamsphere. _

Mafioso let out a sigh, and stood up, walking to his closet to pick out an outfit. He ended up picking out the same thing he wore everyday—a black suit, a black furry coat, his large black outlaw hat, and black boots. _

Mafioso figured he should relax, and take a break from collecting people’s stud depth, except, his plans were interrupted when one of his men, Britalian, burst into his room, huffing as if he were out of breath.

”Boss! Thank God you’re here! There’s someone in our territory! I’m not sure if he owes us stud depth, but Made Man saw him walking around.”

Mafioso nodded, and took the sword from his desk, walking past Britalian.

“I’ll deal with him myself.” _

And so, he did. He wandered around the warehouse, before walking into the forrest around the building. Mafioso ran his gloved hand over his jaw, tracing his stubble, when a sudden twig snapping took his attention back onto the situation. _

Mafioso looks around, but noticed a black figure hiding behind a tree. He slowly approached it, and took the sword from behind his coat. The figure was huffing, clearly out of breath, but that didn’t stop Mafioso. _

He drew the sword, trapping the person to the tree. The figure let out a surprised noise, and froze up, as they felt the sword on their neck.

“Gotcha.”

Mafioso said, in his cold English accented voice, as he slowly walked from behind the tree, glaring down at the person.