#drisa

What if while they where in the nightmare dimension (is that the name?) they found Girl Dream, Mexican Dream and Drista.

They would be very wary of them, cause they all look really closely like the freaking demon that keeps torturing them in that dimension (Even more Eret, since they all are as bright as Dream, Drista being basically the same as the Dreamon)

But the more time they pass with them, more they notice that those three are actually pretty friendly (in their own chaotic way), they haven't tried killing them, make them do smthg messed up or anything, so one day they finally open up about what Dream did with them, the three just look at each other ("a deal can't be broken by anyone else than the dealer") BUT they now have something important of Dream to mess with, so for the sole purpouse of pissing Dream off, they say they will help them and their family on what they are able to do, their first act being giving Eret special black glasses that can leasen the magic he can see.

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Oh nice. Phil and Eret both being cautious around them at first before they go and then realizing that these guys are friendly in a chaotic way. Then just the three of them deciding to help them to piss Dream off. Also this would go and explain why Eret has his sunglasses in the Nightmare Realm.

I bet you’re asking yourself: who’s that gorgeous purple skinned, pink haired girl? You can call me Drisa. And I had everything once. Literally the galaxy at my fingertips. Because not only am I nice to look at, I’m a genius as well. I could have done anything with my life. Until my mom decided to totally ruin everything. All because I bought some stupid human hair dye. I swear, that’s the only reason she flipped out and tried to ruin my life!

Drisa: Uh, where am I? Why is it so hot? And what the hell am I wearing?!

Ceihara: This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

Drisa: Mom? Where are you?

Ceihara: Communicating via our connector, of course. But as to where I am, I’m home. You, on the other hand, are now standing on the dusty ground of your new home.

Drisa: Am I.... on Earth?

Ceihara: Oh, and one more thing: you can’t look the way you do. So I’ve helped by disguising you. Look, the brown hair you always dreamed of.

Drisa: And what am I supposed to do now? You drop me off on a dusty piece of empty land with a stupid disguise, this horrible outfit that obviously you picked out with your eyes closed, and nothing else?

Ceihara: What else do you need? You’re the expert on Earth matters, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ll be fine. And if you want to talk, just leave a message. I’ll check my messages from time to time.

Drisa: Don’t bother because there won’t be any. I have absolutely nothing to say to you! And I’ll be fine on my own, thank you very much.

Ceihara: I do love you, Drisa. I hope this will help you to appreciate our planet more.