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   The six proceeded to sit at a nearby picnic table, eating their popcorn. Little Agent just stared into nothingness while chewing his snack. Not because of the thing he had felt earlier - he just liked staring into nothingness.
   "So what was up with that weirdo popcorn guy?" asked Lady Narwhal, procuring another of her favorite animals from seemingly empty space.
   "What do you mean?" replied her sister, Lord Tigress.
   "Something about him just felt off! Something bad...." She hugged her narwhal.
   "I felt it too," revealed Daddy Potato.
   "So did I," added Little Agent, his eyes unmoving from the spot on the table which he had deeply looked into for five minutes. "There was something sinister about him."
   "well i didnt notice anything" said Mandarin Orange, who then punched Little Agent in the arm. He still didn't stop looking at the spot.
   "Just look at him!" exclaimed Lady Narwhal. She pointed at the popcorn guy, who was now selling the treat to a different family. As he reached down to grab another bag, he looked at Lady Narwhal and frowned deeply. He didn't take his gaze off of her until he turned to give the bag of popcorn away, that menacing scowl quickly turning into a somewhat disturbing smile.
   "There is something weird about him, I'll give you that," agreed Best Welsh Buddy.
   Mandarin Orange nudged Little Agent, and pointed to the cart. As they watched, the popcorn man opened a door on the side of his cart and stepped out. He walked toward the party, and, as he shuffled past them, Little Agent caught a glimpse of his dark eyes. They looked non-human - Little Agent didn't know why, but they looked like the eyes of a dragon.

The branches of the dark, leafless trees hung overhead Little Agent as he nervously trod down an old, bumpy cobblestone road down the dark forest. An ominous nighttime sky could be seen between the gaps of the trees, with only the moon illuminating his path. He, quivering, looked to the left of the forest to see a pair of yellow, owl eyes peek back at him before it flew away quickly into the nighttime air, startling Little Agent. Something felt wrong about this place. He could almost taste the presence of another being in the air. He had to make sure to -
Suddenly, an abrupt crack echoed through the air. It had come straight from Little Agent, who suddenly froze, and after gaining the bravery to move, looked to his foot to see he had stepped on a piece of popcorn.
An evil chuckle sounded from behind him. Little Agent spun around. There was nothing to be seen. The chuckle could be heard to his left. He turned once more. Nothing but the trees. The voice rose once again from behind him. Little Agent slowly walked around in circles, trying to spot the voice, while he trembled and his heart raced with fear.
Without warning, the face popped out from the darkness. "Would you like some popcorn?" The popcorn guy asked.
Little Agent's scream echoed throughout the house. Everybody woke up with a jolt and ran to his room, having guessed by how shrill it was something terrible must've happened.
"What is it, Little Agent?" Daddy Potato asked, having just run into his room along with Tigress, Best Welsh Buddy, and Mandarin Orange.
"this better be good" Mandarin Orange noted sternly.
"I had a nightmare, Daddy Potato! The evil popcorn guy was-!"
"Seriously?! That was it?!" Best Welsh Buddy groaned.
"Go back to sleep." Tigress instructed.
"Why's everybody up?" Lady Narwhal yawned as she entered the room as well.
"Don't tell me you didn't hear that." Best Welsh Buddy said in disbelief.
"Hear what? All I know is that nobody's in their beds anymore."
"Little Agent had a nightmare." Daddy Potato informed her.
"Oh noes!" Lady Narwhal squealed, hugging her narwhal. "He need some milk!"
"hes fine" Mandarin Orange said. "can we just go back to bed"
The group started to leave the room, going their separate ways. "Daddy Potato?" Little Agent asked as Daddy Potato began to exit the room.
"Yes, Little Agent?" Daddy Potato responded.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Daddy Potato took a moment to consider how much he cared for and wanted to comfort Little Agent. All the love and heart he wanted to give him, and what this extra tidbit of comfort meant to him. Daddy Potato finally knew what to say.
"Brick no." He declared as he left the room. "See ya in the morning."
"Oh." Little Agent frowned. "Okay."
Something about the popcorn dream had felt so real - so vivd - but maybe it was just a dream?
Maybe it was.

i'll write a chapter tomorrow