Flames was dreaming...or was he? It felt too real, so vivid...
Flames stood atop a lone hill on the border of the desert, a crimson fire in his eyes: It was gone, everyone he cared for...gone for all eternity thanks to one maniac. Flames body shook with an intense fury as his eyes glazed over, no longer seeing the ruins of the last city on the planet, not seeing the proof that he was the last living being alive...No, he saw the maniac who had murdered them all, laughing. Flames ran towards the image, pounced and...
"Menyaaaa!" Flames yelled, waking up suddenly, causing everyone to jump a few feet into the air. They...no. Everone back home was fine, the Maniacal Living Toothbrush had been defeated in a game of Dare and all was well, Flames' rapid breathing subsided and his heart beat lessened, when he noticed the people around him. He tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth: "Huh?...Oh, sorry about that..."