Greetings everypony my name is Pumpkin Spiiii...I--I- I mean Dream Baker, but please call me Dream. I am a draftpony from the High Mountains. I currently live in my bakery near the Everfree Forest. Please feel free to ask me any questions.
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Victor sighs as he sits in the dark beside Dream’s bed. He checks the bandages wrapped around her head for what seems to be the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes. He silently wishes that he could have helped her on his own, but he knows so little about magic.
Glancing over at the PTCD (Portable Transdimensional Communication Device) sitting on the nightstand, he sighs and steps out of the room for a breath of air. He pauses a moment, hearing the two alicorn princesses having yet another heated argument in a room nearby. He would be glad when this whole thing was over with.
Victor slowly paced the floor near the door of the hospital chamber. Despite the cold, stark tiles on the floor he did not make a sound as he trod slowly back and forth, his sharp teeth working at his lower lip. The steady beep of the machinery was beginning to make his head throb and the strong chemical smell of the cleaners began to sting his nose. He was becoming more and more on edge as he waited for the two sisters to complete their task. He stood to one side as Princess Luna finished her preparations, and then asked him and her sister to leave them alone.