Astro had always considered you a good friend and held you dear to him. You were always able to tolerate his tiredness and comfort him when needed, so he felt a need to do something in return. After a while of contemplating, he realized he could fill your dreams with wonders and joys that one could only dream of. Literally. Waking up from a happy dream always put people in a good mood for the day. He did his very best to adjust the dreamscapes to what he thought would be your liking, even if he made sure it still pleased himself. He thought you'd like it, he really did.

The morning after he'd granted what he hoped your wishes were, he looked around for you—looking forward to seeing your cheerful state. When he did find you, however, you were far from it. You seemed more tired than usual, a blank yet displeased look resting on your face. Unbeknownst to Astro, the dream had morphed into a nightmare, awaking you into a cold sweat. He felt a little confused at your disheveled state, holding his blanket tighter around his shoulders in anticipation as he speed-walked over to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. He watched you groggily turn around, rather quickly questioning it.

"What happened? Why do you look so tired today?"

Astro silently hoped that what he suspected hadn't happened, though had a feeling it did. Guilt was already bubbling up inside of him, and he'd feel 100 times worse if you confirmed his suspicions.