Okay, okay... look, I only made this damn chapter so I could get into the swing of things, and you know what? Why not utilize it in the best way possible! Dreamscaping! Yes, in this chapter, he is visited once again by his long-dead nemesis... Ernest! I'm not sorry.

Spinning and swirling, twisting and turning. I jolt awake, it must've only been at least 5 or 6 minutes since I closed my eyes, except it's so dark I can barely see within the murky darkness. I scan across the room, and sit up and rub the crust out of my eyes. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. I waltz over to the window and stare out the window to see a brilliant, beautiful moon staring right back.
"Whoa, that's some hell of a moon," I say.

Without warning, an arm slid and rested onto my shoulder. "I know what you mean, Vern."

Horror shook my body as I suddenly slapped the hand away and backed up against a wall. Oh god, please. No, why did it have to be him!?

Ernest stood there with his big goofy happy smile, one that said 'Free hugs', honestly. I made the attempt to run away, only to find that my legs were like sludge. It felt as if I were on the sea floor with cinder blocks tied to my feet.

"Where ya goin', Vern?" he asked, making my gut clench up in pure agony. I did not wish this, I didn't want any part of this. Ernest began to spew his random advertisements at me, god, I hated those. I just- I just wanted them gone! After what felt like a millennia, and about 7 advertisements later, I finally make it to the window, and luckily for me, there was a ladder! I swung my heavy-as-steel legs over the window sill and began to climb down. Suddenly without warning, the ladder shook violently and began to tip backwards. I let out a cry for help, but not even Ernest was there.

With a mighty crash, and a few sickening cracks from my legs, and one particularly bruised knee, I hit the ground. As my vision drifted in and out, Ernest came into my view, "Now I told you to watch out for those ladders, Vern!" he said accusingly right before I blacked out.

Several days later, I woke up in a hospital with my left leg hung up, and an IV into my arm. Something felt wrong though, and boy was I right. Suddenly, Ernest appeared from the end up my bed and said whilst slapping my now painfully aching knee.

"Hey Vern! How ya feelin'!"

"Somebody get a gag to stop his screaming!" One of the nurses shouted as another nods and runs off. Vern had randomly started screeching bloody murder in his sleep for no explainable reason. Where was Luna when you needed her?

Author's Note

...admittedly, this was kinda fun to write.

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^ Whoopsie! That's supposed to be the second ad that I referenced. Apparently Fimfiction's YOUTUBE tagging doesn't support specific timing. Rip.

Also, I know that this chapter was INCREDIBLY short. I promise you that I will get a long one out for you guys and gals (if any).