Buttercream knew he couldn’t trust just anyone now, but he felt if he couldn’t trust Hammie he would have forgotten everything thanks to a savior button. These devices were Starting to seem less like helpful things and more like sinister weapons of obidience. Not that buttercream had the knowledge of those words. He was about as knowledgeable of unhappiness as a fish of the Kansas prairie. Not at all. He was so overwhelmed. He wished it was over. He wished he could wake up. He wished it were a dream. And then buttercream realized. It was. He squinted his eyes as hard as possible but couldn’t wake up. So he told Hammie. “I know why this place is called Remia. It stands for REMia. Rapid eye movement. A type of sleep. I think I know why they’re mon-“ just then, Hammie ran towards his friends. Buttercream heard loud talking, then quiet talking, then they all came over to the corner. “As I was saying, the reason they monitor us is because we’re in a dream. There are things, emotions, images, they keep from us because they don’t want us to escape to the real world. But I’m going.” S. Quetzal and Trinity agreed, but Z. Quetzal seemed to be gone from the conversation. She ratted them out. They rushed out to find every nearby savior button unpressed. But then they were blinded by the flash that followed. She got in the box.
