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Sitting down on the play rug during play time, Phyre remained by herself as she pretended to play designer, moving blocks into certain shapes and pretending they were furniture. The main character in her playing was her yellow vespercat plushie she always had with her, making it move blocks and making it say comments like 'This chair needs to be blue, not green!' or 'I like how that table looks next to the shelf.' To Phyre, this was way more fun than doing a game with the other nightmares who were on the other side of the rug, because she got to use her imagination to make cool rooms for her plushie to play with.

However, maybe it would be fun to have someone else play with her? After all, mommy had told her that she needed to try and make more friends besides her growing collection of plushies. According to Candy 'Plushies are nice friends, but other nightmares can be leagues better once you get to know them.'

As Phyre went to grab one of her blocks, she noticed a different hand than her's going to grab it. Huh? She didn't have such beautiful purple skin. Who's hand was that? Slowly turning around, Phyre was then face to face with the geist who had just tried to grab her toy. Who was this freshling? She had never seen them before.

Being calm and quiet about the situation, Phyre knew she had to address the problem at hand. Did this freshling mean to steal her toy? ", Ummm... hello. Were you going to take my toy?"

She could tell they were lying, seeing it in their eyes. Even though She knew that she should turn the other in, she felt that maybe it would be better to try and befriend them? After all, they seemed very nervous and she knew she had never seen this freshling playing with the others. Keeping her voice down to not alert the care takers, she leaned in closer and whispered to her ", You really mean it? You want to play with me? Because I would like to play with you if you really did. No need to be shy around me."

"I am playing interior designer," Phyre explained, pointing to a few of the blocks while remaining quiet over all for her. She wasn't about to have this girl get in trouble. Well... not yet anyway ", That is a blue couch, and that is a yellow lamp, and that is a red table. I am trying to pretend to made a living room for my mommy. And this-" she held up her plushie ", Is who I am pretending to be the designer. Do you understand?"

Hopefully the other did, since she wasn't sure how else to explain it ", If you don't understand, we could play a different game. Maybe pretend we are spies in a mansion, and we could build rooms with the blocks that we need to pretend to go through?"

She gave a nod and began to gently take all her block furniture apart, beginning to make rooms and doorways that the plushies could go through. She even managed to get a few figures that they could use as guards, and a sparkly ball that was there prize goal. As Phyre spoke about her mommy though, she noticed how the other didn't seem to like that. Did she have no mommy like she used to not have? This girl must be very sad then, super sad. She had to try and cheer the girl up somehow!

"Okay... do you know how to play pretend spies? I want to make sure before we begin to try and do so. Wouldn't want you to get confused," Phyre gave her a small smile ", I'm Phyre by the way. What is your name?"

Phyre jumped a bit at her shouting, not expecting it with her being so quiet. She didn't make any loud noises back though, just tearing up some before getting a grasp of herself ", Okay... Sorry... there are some nightmares and daydreams that don't know how to. I feel sorry for them, because imagination is the most fantastic thing to ever exist."

Giving a nod to what the girl said, she handed her a plushie she cared a lot for ", My brother gave me this plushie, but you can use it for now as long as I get it back."

"Yeah, that is what imagination is in a way," Phyre smiled, tearing up no more. She felt a little better now, having only started to tear up earlier in fear of offending the girl. She didn't mean to cause the girl to think that she thought she was dumb, and it brought back memories of being lonely and afraid to cause people strife due to her mutations back in the orphanage ", Why am I letting you use it if it means so much to me? I'm not letting you use it because you have been nice. I am letting you use it and play with me because out of everyone in this room, I feel you need a friend the most. No one should feel the need to be alone, I learned that when I was adopted. So now I try to be as nice as I can to everyone, even if they haven't been completely nice to me."

Phyre then turned to grab her yellow vespercat, her tiny single wing visible for Anara to see as it started to flap some from Phyre moving. Her tail was now visible as well, showing that it too wasn't normal at all. Just like Anara, Phyre was a mutated nightmare.

It took everything in her to not just start bawling and running off. Why was it so hard to make friends with non-plushies? Besides Anara NEEDED a friend, it was even more apparent now that Anara had opened this up a bit more. Without another word, she scooted close to the freshling, but didn't take a hold of the plushie. Instead she gave them a hug, tearing up as well. If only this girl could understand that she did understand what it was like ", I thought that not that long ago when I had no family, alone in the orphanage. No one liked me, no one wanted me. No one could look at me like I was a normal child. Everyone talked about how bad looking I was while I was still in there presence, and all the other nightmares made fun of me. The fallen children made fun of my tiny single wing and how I could never fly like they would, and the demon children made fun of my tail while throwing pebbles at me. The adults always would tell me no one would want to be my friend, let alone adopt me because I was different. So I refused to have friends. I didn't need them, I didn't need anything. No one... nothing."

She pulled away some to try and look Anara in the eyes, smiling affectionately at her. When she looked at her, she didn't see a mutation. She saw a normal freshling who needed a friend ", I was proven wrong, and I want to prove that statement you said wrong too," she then let Anara go, taking the plushie back but soon offering yet another one for her to keep ", I am giving you this one for you to keep."