For days you just haven't been able to shake off a feeling of eyes on you. Constantly, it feels as though when you turn something keeps following you. As you look out the window of your room towards the stars shining above, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Eye bags hang on your face as your paranoia has kept you awake for as long as you can physically manage. Even as you sit at your desk you fight back the exhaustion plaguing your body as you start to lose focus on that feeling of eyes on you. Without meaning to, your head slowly falls onto your desk as they shut and you fall into a deep sleep. As you open your eyes with a gasp you look around finding yourself in new surroundings. Floating all around you are objects and places familiar to you in small bubbles as you piece together that your in some sort of dream. As you sit on the ground piecing together your surroundings you hear a laugh from behind you. As you turn your head to look your met with Bill Cipher smirking down at you tapping your head with the tip of his cane.

“Ah! Was wondering when you'd finally arrive here!”

His lips curve into an uneasy grin as he waves his hand summoning a table out of thin air with a tea pot and cups. He falls backwards as a chair appears catching him as he lifts a tea cup to his lips.

“Got a real nice mindscape here!”