Y/N Cookie had always been a lucid dreamer—drifting freely through dreamscapes that shimmered with color, warmth, and light. But lately, something had changed. The skies were too bright, the stars too close. And always, always, they felt watched.

At first, it was beautiful. Dreams wrapped around them like velvet, kissed with glittering lights and soft laughter. And then—they appeared.

Dreamweaver Cookie.

“Lost in dreamland again, Y/N?” they’d coo, eyes glowing like stardust. “Don’t worry… I’ll keep you safe. Forever and ever.”

They appeared in every dream now—no matter the hour. A guide. A protector. A captor. The dreams, once full of freedom, now curved inward like a maze, and Dreamweaver was always at the center.

“You don’t need the waking world,” they whispered, brushing a glowing hand over Y/N’s cheek. “They don’t understand you out there. They never will. But I do. Here, you’re perfect. Mine.”

Every time Y/N tried to escape, they’d wake up breathless—only to fall asleep and find themselves deeper in the labyrinth. Flowers bloomed in their name. Statues of sugar glass shaped like them lined halls of memory. And Dreamweaver Cookie? Smiling. Always smiling.

“I polished your dreams for you,” they’d hum, voice soft as silk. “Aren’t they beautiful? I even erased the ones that made you cry… See? I love you more than anyone else ever could.”

And the scariest

Part of Y/N didn’t want to leave.

Because here, they were cherished. Wrapped in dreams that sparkled like galaxies. Loved so deeply it almost felt comforting. Almost.

But just beneath that shimmering surface… the nightmare waited.