Corn? I think you mean my ultimate REVENGE

by memoryLight

Summary:

After Jax hurts Gangle by ripping up her drawing, Dreamer is on the hunt for revenge. Will this eventually result in a Jax redemption arc? Possibly.

Notes:

So I drew Dreamer on my Tumblr if you want to check him out.

Chapter 1

My Tumblr, if you want to check it out

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Dreamer didn’t like the Digital Circus. He hated how he couldn’t remember anything from his old life. He knew someone waited for him in the real world, but his brain wouldn’t work. Also, he found the circus too bright and its ringleader, Caine, way too overbearing for his own good. However, that didn’t mean he disliked the other people who were also trapped in the virtual landscape, well, with an exception 

If a competition existed for the worst bunny in the world, the winner would automatically be Jax. Even if Dreamer couldn’t remember anything of his previous life before putting the headset on, he knew that all bunnies should be cuddly, small, nice, and fluffy; not whatever Jax is: mean, rude, selfish, ugly. The purple rabbit made sure to make everyone’s life as miserable as possible with his awful pranks that no one found funny.

Of course, that didn’t stop Dreamer from trying to enjoy his time/imprisonment in the “Amazing” Digital Circus by spending time with Ragatha, Gangle, Kinger, and sometimes Pomni (Zooble tended to avoid him, but he will befriend them. Mark his words). 

But, today, oh today? Today is going to be different than the other days. Today Dreamer will get his revenge after the atrocity Jax committed.

The day started like any other day: Caine introducing a new “adventure” for the group to complete along with Bubble’s occasional comment, Pomni staring off into space, Kinger being Kinger, Ragatha fussing over Dreamer because Jax dumped him into the Digital Lake the day before and she worried that he could catch a cold, Gangle chatting with Zooble, and Jax being the worst. 

“Doesn’t that sound fun?!” Caine asked— quite loudly— as he waved his arms excitedly. 

“To be forced to rebuild the entire Digital Carnival because you destroyed it in our last adventure?” Zooble scoffed, “Nah, count me out.” 

“Come on guys!” Ragatha chirped, sounding a little strained. Dreamer could tell she didn’t like this adventure as well, but she partook in them anyway to prevent something called “abstraction”. He had no idea what the heck that meant, but he figured he shouldn’t find out. “Think of this as a team-bonding activity!” 

Jax walked up to the doll and slung his arm around her shoulder, “Come on, doll, be honest. None of us want to do that.”

Pomni snapped out of her daze, her black fuzzy pupils returning to red and blue, “I want to do that.” 

“Wonderful, Pomni!” Caine boomed, “Anyone else?”

Ragatha seemed lost in thought for a second before sighing, “Well, I don’t think it’s very safe for Dreamer to be in a construction zone…” she took the time to glare at Jax, “So someone should look after him while we work on Caine’s adventure..” 

“Not me.” Zooble deadpanned before stalking off and sticking out their hand to reveal one of the Caine symbols. 

Gangle took Dreamer’s hand and smiled softly, “I can take care of him, Ragatha. Don’t worry.”

“Great. Thanks, Gangle!” 

Dreamer took the time to express his gratitude by imagining a smile via thoughtbubble. Even though Kinger and Zooble didn’t have mouths, he still hadn’t figured out how to talk yet. 

So the day continued as normally as it could in the Digital Circus. Gangle and Dreamer were squirreled in her room, drawing to their heart’s content. Gangle talked as she drew, much to Dreamer’s enjoyment, because she usually talked about the few things she remembered of the human world. Her knowledge usually stemmed from the characters she drew, like a yellow rat with a lightning bolt tail and a girl with blue hair in large pigtails. 

“Are you done?” Gangle asked, looking up from her drawing. 

Dreamer nodded as he lifted his drawing to the light to inspect it. Messy lines of crayon stained the crisp digital-paper. 

“Were you trying to draw a castle?”

He looked up to see the floating thoughtbubble that presented a clearer image of his goal. He’s gotta learn how to control his ability because the last time he swore his thoughtbubbles became heart-shaped when Gangle passed by the other day. 

“It’s really good.” she complimented, offering a small smile. 

Dreamer waved his thoughtbubble away and prayed that his face didn’t burn bright red. He pictured a wall and a pin, hoping she would get the message. 

“Sure! We can pin it up!” 

He blinked happily and jumped up, running over to the large stage on the other side of Gangle’s room where she hung up her most precious drawings on the back wall (including a few of Dreamer’s because he’s special). 

Gangle helped him pick the perfect spot for his drawing (it happened to be right next to the first picture he ever drew: a messy picture of a dark hole with the words “EXIT” written on it. Pomni had a field day over that). 

“Perfect.” Gangle sighed, glancing at Dreamer.

“What the %&*!# is this?” 

A familiar purple rabbit stood in the middle of the room holding the picture Gangle drew. His yellow eyes squinted as he held the paper up to the light. 

“Don’t!” Gangle squeaked, her comedy mask suddenly turning panicked. 

Jax kicked a few digital-crayons away, “If you’re going to draw something, might as well draw something pretty.” he announced before carelessly ripping the paper in half and tossing it away. 

Dreamer wanted to scream at Jax for what he did, but he also stood horrified at the simple but atrocious action. Of course, the stupid bunny left soon after, and the room fell deadly silent (the silence broken by Gangle’s mask falling and cracking, followed by a soft whimper). 

. . .

“I know, I know.” Ragatha sighed, trying to tuck Dreamer into bed. “What Jax did was terrible Dream, and I’ll talk to him tonight.”

Dreamer tried to protest, but his thoughtbubble expressed it through a dark mass. Since when does Jax listen to anyone? All he cares about is himself and whatever makes him laugh!

Ragatha gently lifted the silver crown from his head, “I promise I’ll talk to him, but you know how Jax is. He never listens.” 

He finally calmed himself down to look at Ragatha and her sorrowful expression. She brushed her red yarn-hair out of her face and hugged Dreamer. “You know what? Let’s break into Bubble’s kitchen tomorrow and bake something to cheer Gangle up. How does that sound?”

The idea did sound appealing to the young boy, plus he found Bubble to be more bearable than Caine. Dreamer often wondered if the bubble could be befriended, but often hesitated approaching him because, well, teeth. 

Dreamer relented because he knew that prioritizing Gangle’s feelings came before unleashing all of hell’s wrath upon Jax. He nodded, relishing the warmth that washed over his body when Ragatha smiled at him. 

“Okay, it’s settled then. Sweet dreams, Dreamer.” 
The boy nestled into his sheets and closed his eyes, drifting off into deep sleep and falling into a world of muddled faces and distant voices. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Dreamer's villain arc begins/j

So during the span of several digital-days, Dreamer hatched the best plan his little devious mind could come up with. It all happened when Caine decided to transport the entire cast to a new world called “The Amazing Digital Farm™” so they could have “fun” by doing physical labor. 

The bright side of the farm is that they got something else to wear for once, Dreamer got himself a new pair of mint-green overalls and a silver shirt that he got to keep. After all, someone can only wear just pajamas for so long before growing tired of it. Oh! And the best part of all? Dreamer discovered the one thing that Jax feared: corn (and farms, but corn is easier to use). 

Now, after days of waiting, Dreamer will finally enact his REVENGE by making Jax cry. No longer will Gangle be bullied by Jax (and hopefully he gets the hint and stops messing with Ragatha as well) for his entertainment! He will finally avenge his friend once and for all!

Unfortunately, the plan involves talking to Caine of all people. Caine isn’t a bad whatevertheheckheis, but he would rather not talk to a giant pair of teeth with strangely horrifying eyes. And he can’t get Ragatha or Gangle to talk to Caine for him without getting suspicious. Thankfully, he has a backup adult for the backup adult. 

“Why do you want to talk to Caine, Dreamer?” Kinger asked, gently tugging at his robe to grab his attention. 

Dreamer snapped out of his daze and glanced at the chess pieces, who studied him with concern. His hands ran over the purple fabric again, trying to ground himself to his reality. 

“Uh, no reason.” he thought. Unfortunately, Dreamer hadn’t figured out how to communicate responses like that, so he just shrugged. 

Kinger stared off into space for a minute before blinking, pausing, and then screaming; which resulted in his attempt to laugh— which looked as if Dreamer were convulsing (again, he really needed to learn how to vocalize without a mouth.)

“Did you know that Pomni tried to build an exit a few days ago?” Kinger wondered, collecting stay pillows from the floor (Jax, being the absolute worst destroyed the chess piece’s impenetrable pillow fort for fun). 

Dreamer shook his head. That explained Pomni’s strange behavior about wanting to go on an adventure for the first time. Finding an exit had always been her main priority, worrying Ragatha. Apparently, Pomni had a greater risk of being “abstracted” than all the others. 

Kinger handed him a pillow, “She failed, of course, but I’m sure she tried her best. She made a door that opened up to his black room filled with green numbers!”

The boy picked up three more stay pillows before returning to the selected spot for Kinger’s pillow fort to be rebuilt. 

“Why hello Kinger and Dreamer! What are you two doing?” Caine boomed, appearing out of thin air. He flinched, dropping the pillows in surprise. 

“Hi Caine,” the chess piece chirped in response, “Dreamer was just helping me rebuild my impenetrable fortress! And he also wanted to talk to you.” 

Oh no, this has been the moment he’s dreaded the entire morning. 

“Is that so? Well, I’m glad to hear that the little prince is finally opening up!” His body twisted as if he were made of rubber and Dreamer cringed at the sight. Caine then proceeded to  “Well, what do you need? A new adventure, perhaps? You could help me come up with a new activity for the rest of the cast to do!” 

He frantically shook his head and backed away, Dreamer did not need to have a massive pair of eyes right up in his face. “Personal space!” he wanted to scream.

Caine drifted closer to him, “So, what do you need?”

Kinger gave Dreamer a thumbs up, “You can do it!” he encouraged. 

“Corn, lots of corn.” he thought, imagining that his thoughtbubble would completely be overwhelmed by corn. 

Caine cocked his head, “Corn? That’s a bit odd, don’t you think?”

Dreamer glared at the oversized pair of dentures, “Just give me the corn Caine.” 

Luckily, the ringmaster relented with his request because he perked up. “Why of course Dreamer! Summoning a hundred or so ears of corns is no difficult feat for me!” 

“Just give me the fluffing corn Caine.” 

Sometimes, Dreamer’s glad he can’t talk because he would be offending a lot of adults if he did. 

“One question, where would you like me to put the corn?”

Ah, Dreamer didn’t think through that part yet. 

. . . .

Hiding a bunch of corn in his room probably isn’t his best idea, but Dreamer had to make do with what he got; which evidently meant that he didn’t have a lot of brains but in his defense that’s not his fault. His entire room used to be decorated with soft fluffy clouds, books, and smelled of lavender. Now it just smells of corn and glows with a horrendous yellow color. 

Still, getting his revenge is worth the trouble. (He prayed it did because if he has to smell corn in his room for the rest of his life…)

Never mind that, right now Dreamer has to avenge his friends, and to do that, he has to wait until nighttime. 

Huh, maybe he should’ve asked Caine later in the day… 

. . . 

“Are you sure you want to sleep in Kinger’s pillow fort tonight?” Ragatha questioned him, seemingly concerned. 

Dreamer nodded in confirmation. If he stayed in Ragatha’s room for the night, she would surely wake up to him sneaking out to return to his room, so Kinger’s warm and cozy fort it is. 

“Well, if you’re sure…” the doll trailed off for a minute before smiling a minute and ruffling his hair. “Okay, just remember that my door will be unlocked if you decide to leave the fort.”

Giving Ragatha a thumbs-up for his understanding. he crawled back into the tent and shut the door. 

He waited until the ragdoll got up and left, allowing Dreamer to perfect his plan of revenge. After this night, Jax will fear him.

Notes:

Dreamer's a little silly, but I love him for that <3

Chapter 3

Nighttime finally fell upon the Digital Circus, not an NPC in sight. Caine and Bubble were tucked into their beds, lulling themselves to sleep. Each cast member dreamt the night away, waiting to be awake by a day anew; except for one little rascal, who wanted nothing more than to GET REVENGE ON THE RABBIT WHO TORE UP HIS FRIEND’S DRAWING. 

Dreamer slipped out of Kinger’s pillow fort, ready to enact his master plan; everything had to be perfect for maximum effectiveness. He had to be stealthy, quick on his feet, and most importantly know that Ragatha probably might disown him if she caught him (probably not, but all heists needed a really bad consequence if the person failed). He adjusted his black cloak (it was a blanket he tied around his neck) that made him look all mysterious-like and took off. 

His feet hardly made a sound against the carpeted floor as he ran through the hallway. The boy nearly tripped as he skidded to a stop upon reaching his bedroom door. 

“It's now or never…” Dreamer thought, standing on his tippy-toes to reach the doorknob and twist it to reveal the unholy grail of corn in his room.

He jumped back in time to avoid a landslide of yellow vegetables tumbling out of his bedroom. His heart leaped up to his throat at the faint rumble steadily increased in volume. Thankfully, the noise subsided and no one opened their door to investigate. 

Slipping a bright yellow key from his pocket, Dreamer held it to his face and huffed with pride. He managed to steal Jax’s key after the rabbit picked him up and tossed him like a football one day (he needed another plan to also enact revenge for that incident). 

Huffing with determination, Dreamer summoned a large basket out of his inventory (don’t ask) and began to stuff it to the brim with corn before hauling the basket to the other side of the hallway. That’s when he realized that this little task might take longer than a few minutes…

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Needless to say, the next morning everyone woke up to Jax’s terrified screaming. 

“How in the world did that many cobs of corn end up in Jax’s room to begin with?” Ragatha murmured to Pomni. 

Dreamer clung onto her dress as she and Pomni talked in hushed voices about the incident that left Jax rocking back and forth in Kinger’s fort. Sure, he should feel bad for scarring the purple rabbit for life, but in the end, it was kinda funny. Dreamer couldn’t be any more prouder of his handwork. 

Sure, it did take all night and a lot of close calls but he was successful in his plan. Jax woke up surrounded by corn and promptly ran out into the hallway in his jammies. He screamed so loud it actually woke up Caine from god-knows-where. 

Oh, revenge is sweet. 

Just like corn. 

Dreamer will see himself out now–

“Are you tired, little guy?” Pomni asked, noting how he constantly rubbed his eyes and yawned. She bent down his his height and ruffled his hair, “You even forgot to put on your crown.”

“He probably had a rough night in Kinger’s fort,” Ragatha inferred, “I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave him all alone in the Digital Circus.”

“Well, he’s lucky he did.” Zooble commented as they approached the ragdoll and the jester, “I imagine that Jax’s screaming probably would’ve erupted his eardrums. Their rooms are right across from each other, remember?” 

“True…” Pomni mumbled. 

“I guess you’re right,” Ragatha sighed, leaning down to take Dreamer into her arms. “I think Dreamer needs a nap. I’ll take him into his room, be right back.”

In his defense, Dreamer was really sleepy and didn’t have the energy to protest; so he just let Ragatha hold him close and walked to his room, softly singing a lullaby the entire way there. 

“It smells like corn in here!” Ragatha exclaimed the second she opened his door, “What happened!” 

Dreamer just buried his face into the crook of her neck and promptly passed out. He’ll deal with her lecture later, but at least he was tucked into Ragatha’s bed to sleep off his fatigue. 

Oh, and he’s fairly certain that Jax managed to connect the dots once the ragdoll starts interrogating the rest of the cast members about why his room smells like a cornfield. Hopefully, he has the sense to never mess with anyone ever again. And if he doesn’t, well, Dreamer has some extra corn stashed away under his bed. 

 

Notes:

Okay, I know this is short but I had to finish it. Originally, it was supposed to be in Jax's POV him waking up in his room filled with corn and him freaking out. But I got lazy and I also need to rewatch the pilot because I need a refresher on Jax's character.

I'll eventually write this chapter in Jax's POV because I think it will be fun. So keep an eye out for that if you're interested.

Notes:

Soooooooo, everyone definitely might be out of character but that's on me because I wrote this to save myself from writer's block. This is definitely not my best work but oh well.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of In our darkest dreams, we wake up to see light