Now I'm a huge comic fan. Top of the list is Sandman. I did some math, and came up with this. LFG + Sandman + Little sleep = Crack/Crossover fic! Plot is a little sketchy, mostly a way to deal with the plot bunny. Pre The Kindly Ones.



Cale stirred uneasily, murmuring quietly. Something was poking him in the back, most likely a rock or twig. Slowly, he woke up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The sun slanted through the trees, the golden light tinged warm green. He smiled stretching. Around him, his companions awoke from their slumber. Or whatever Richard did at night. He tended not to think about what the warlock did when he wasn't awake. He shrugged, then paused. The dreams were getting stranger. Normally, he didn't remember his dreams. But these, these were stuck in his mind, almost like they were branded into his memory. He shook his head, banishing his thoughts. They had a long day's trek ahead of them. And he didn't need to be distracted by thouights of dreams. Besides, they were only dreams, right? What power did dreams have? Soon, the group was off and a thoughts of dreams were lost on him.



Dream sighed, touching the sand in his pouch. It was a new habit he picked up, which in itself was odd. The King of Dreams was one loathe to change. The dark man stood slowly, walking through the Dreaming. Rarely did he walk the world of the mortals. That is, until the Burgess incedent. After the Burgess incident, he found himself further entangled in human affairs. What really bothered him was that he didn't mind. He had changed more than he had thought. And he didn't care. The other Endless noticed as well, mostly his older sister. Absentmindedly, he brushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. It seemed his contact was going have to be more direct. Carefully tucking his helm under his arm, he started the journey out of the Dreaming. He needed time to think. First, he stopped by his sister's realm. Best to warn her before he disappeared again. Last time that had happened, she had been worried sick. He doubted he'd be gone for seventy years, this time. Best to let her know anyway. The Shaper of Forms might need her help later, and she needed to know where he so she could come.



Feel free to tell me what you think. I like constructive crit. This is my first posted fanfic, so be gentle. I'll try and update at least once a day if I get good reviews.

Lol love the thread title.

However I don't understand what's going on since I've never read that other thing you're doing a crossover of. =3 *blank stare and clueless smile*

kinda agree. but if you could tell me the book title or direct me to a website with what your crossing over it would be more understandable. so far good start.

Yay for wikipedia~ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandman_(Vertigo)

Basic rundown: Main character is Dream, the King of Dreams. As King of the Dreaming, he has power over, you guessed it, dreams. He can change them or pass through them on his way to his destination. It chronicles his intaractions with humans and his siblings, the other Endless, Destiny, Death, Despair, Desire, Destruction, and Delirium. The only other Endless I'm going to be using is Death. I'm not really using the plot from the comics, just the characters.

Death
Death is perky, sweet, and understanding

Dream
Dream is brooding, moody, and slightly crazy.

very helpful. with a general idea of whats happening i think this could be good

The group made good time. Cale had long since forgottten about his dreams. The others, how ever, did not forget so easily. Each had been plagued by dreams, each disconserting in its own way. Even Richard was affected, and he didn't sleep in the normal sense of the word. As they walked, each mulled over their thoughts, their own dreams. And they shivered as if touched by the hand of a god. Or something even older. Nervously, they glanced at each other and went back to their thoughts. They each thought they were being paranoid. Except Cale, who was completely oblivious. Benny shook her head slightly at this. A smile touched her lips, though. Soon, the dreams were in the front of her mind, as well as the minds of everyone else. The road stretched ahead of them and it was still early. They had a ways to go before they settled down for the night. Despite the good weather, a gloom settled over the travelers, though.



That had gone well, better than he had expected. His sister had been supportive and kind. But she was always like that. It came with the job of ferrying souls to their final destination. She had said that if he needed anything, he only had to call. Being Death's little brother had its perks, he admitted. Dream stood at the edge of the Dreaming. It was time to begin. He checked, making sure he had the helm and his pouch. After making sure he had everything, he stepped through the Gates of Horn. Dust whistled around him, blocking out the rest of Creation. For the King of Dreams, it was a small thing though. Shaping the world around him, he created the nessacary pathway and entered the world of Cale and the others. Now, he just had to get to them.



Cale stopped, holding up a hand. "I heard something," he said quietly. There it was again. A quiet rustling in the bushes around the bend of the road. Cale unsheathed his swords, and started towards the noise. Around the bend, a tall man stood in the road. His cloak flapped gently in the wind. The midnight fabric seemed to have flames licking at the bottom. The rest of his clothes were similarly dark. The oddest thing about him was the eyes, though. His eyes were deep pools of shadows with a star hidden in the depths. Cale rounded the corner and stopped. Dream nodded to him, his eyes meeting Cale's. "Cale'anon Vatay, I presume." His voice was odd, deep and with faintest echo. Cale was caught in his eyes, his swords falling to the ground with a metallic clatter. "Who are you?" Cale's voice was soft, whispering.

His friends rounded the corner, wondering what had happened. Dream looked at them, scrutinizing each detail. "You will do." He turned, beckoning with a finger. "Come with me. I have a job for you." The group exchanged glances, then followed.



Longest post ever. It seems Morpheus has a job for our little group. I wonder what it is? *goes to dig out a reference for his outfit*

don't you love it when the author doesn't even know what's gonna happen next. is it just me or do the characters seem to take on a life of their own in a story? please don't call me crazy! :/

Yet another interesting fic that I am now going to keep up with, too man fics to keep up with, I think my head is going to splode with all of them, especially now that I am trying to write one myself, mine will prolly be fail though but darn it ima try.

Sorry for not posting yesterday, had to visit family.



The group exchanged glances again. The stranger twanged a nerve in each of them. There was something about him... It was his eyes, they decided. They were so inhuman. Dark and deep, like a well of shadows, and completely unfathomable. Still, they followed him. What else could they do? Something deep inside them, hidden behind memories and buried under half forgotten instincts, told them that they had to follow. This man, if he was that, needed their help.

Unease permeated the silence as they walked. Cale opened his mouth, hoping to start a conversation, but quickly closed it. Something smothered all attempts to be friendly. Finally, Krunch broke the silence. "Who are you?"

The man stopped, and turned. "Who am I?" He smiled slightly, the bright point of light in his eyes flaring slightly. His voice almost shimmered in the air, an ancient magic suffusing them. "I have many names, many forms. I have been told that I collect titles like others collect friends. Most know me as Dream." He watched them, waiting for the inevitable reaction. They all either asked what that meant, or realized that they were in the presence of a being almost as old as the universe and more powerful than any god.

Krunch looked at him mutely, looking him over. "Dream of the Endless?" Finally came the reply. Dream nodded, his face impassive. Cale and the others were left confused. This all passed over their heads. Krunch sighed. "He is the king of dreams. He controls them, shapes them." Realization dawned over everyone's faces. Except Cale's. He was still having a little trouble with this, but he pushed it aside. "Why do you need us?" The question was innocent, and obvious, enough. Dream sighed, taking a seat on a fallen log. "It is a long story. Sit, please" Faintly, he realized how ironic the statement was. Prince of Stories, indeed.



Yay for story time~ *pokes her muse*

Oh yay, story time! These are always good for foreshadowing coming events. Can't wait to read it.

Dream looked as everyone settled down. Soon, they all had gotten comfortable, and Dream cleared his throat. "Let's start at the beginning. I exist simply because everyone believes I do. If one day they stopped believing in dreams, I would cease to exist. The same applies to my siblings. Now, dreams reflect reality. If enough people dream it, it will happen. History has been rewritten many times this way.

Something is happening in my realm. The dreams are being twisted, changed. Someone is destroying my home. The realm is a part of me. As it changes, is damaged, I too am hurt. This force is doing things to my realm is harming me. I need you to help me find it, stop it." The tale was short, succinct. It explained everything Dream needed of them. And the group was willing to agree. The idea of something doing something to their dreams disturbed them. Then a noise broke the silence following the tale.

Pfft. Why should we help you? Richard eyed the Shaper of Forms. Behind him, a brown shape gave the equivalent of a sigh. Dream's gaze shifted to the pale warlock. The light in the back of his eyes flickered a baleful red. "Do you know how dreams affect the world?" His voice was soft, cold. Richard shrugged, his eyes unconcerned. Why should I care? Dreams do not affect those who do not sleep Dream smiled coolly. "Are you so sure, Lord Ashendale? All sleep eventually and then I see what think and love. What they fear." Dream's voice was poisonous, piercing. Richard shifted slightly under the Lord of Dreams angry look. He was struck by what the Dream Lord said. This man knew their fears, hidden from the world and from themselves. He could be a dangerous foe. Richard turned his head, scooping up the rabbit that was sitting behind him.

Cale sighed, watching Richard. "We will help you. It seems that if we don't things will spiral out of control."



I can't write Richard. At all. My psychotic characters tend towards the quiet, befriend you then stab you in the back type. Not the 'Hey, I'm psychotic and I'm going to be killing you!' cheery wave type. *sigh*

I know how you feel, friend. Richard is challenging for me too.

Dream stood, looking at each again. Stories, half forgotten and remembered only in dreams, of heroes like these flickered behind his eyes. This band had a long journey ahead of them. Their very sanity would be tested, and might very well snap. On this journey, it would take little to push them into Delirium's realm. The air shimmered around him, and heard a familiar voice. Taunting, smooth, seductive, it called. "What should we bet this time, dear brother..." A grimace twisted his mouth. Once more, he was part of a bet. Of all the moments for sibling rivalry, this was one of the worst. Desire was getting a stern word when this was over. If this ended well.

While Dream was lost in thought, the group prepared to leave. They didn't seem to have alot of time. At least by what Dream had said. Richard was sulking a little way off, holding the rabbit. He did not like being forced to do something. For now, he would go along with them. The group, used to moving swiftly, looked at Dream. He shook his head. Now was not the time to plot his revenge against his younger sibling. That could wait. Being an infinite being, he had all the time in the world anyway.

Cale was the first to speak. "Where do we start?" Dream smiled dispassionately. "Where else? My realm." The air shimmered, and portal opened before them. Dream disappeared into it, and after exchanging nervous glances they followed. Who knew what waited in the realm of dreams. They were about to find out.



Desire cameo~ Just throwing him/her/it in to throw Dream off. They don't get along well. Also Delirium's realm = Insanity.

Yeah, it is hard as can be to write Richard. All we can do though is o our best. I will say though, I hate trying to write about him and capture his essence.

Yeah, it is hard as can be to write Richard. All we can do though is o our best. I will say though, I hate trying to write about him and capture his essence.

real good so far.. i like the crossover it's working for me

Dust swirled eerily around them, the wind moaning in their ears. It had gotten worse since he had left. The Nightmare Wastes had extended, starting to encroach on the road through the Dreaming. This was going to be harder than he thought. Dream turned to the group, wild black hair lashing about his face. "Keep me in sight. I cannot guarantee your safety here." Then he turned, reaching into a pouch hung at his waist. Golden sand slid through pale fingers, and drifted around the group. A path opened before them, the light from sand pushing back the howling darkness. They started down it.

Cale looked about, confused and awestruck. He had never seen anything like this before. Of course, most mortals have never seen the Dreaming itself. Only the archipelago that sat on the edge of this realm. And even that in snatches. Past their bubble, insubstantial shapes wavered and danced. Krunch briefly wondered what they were. Richard pondered even longer whether a dream could be killed. Dream led them, silent and worried. Sadness, weariness, etched sharp lines across his face. A deep ache filled his bones, a by-product of this damage. His eyes flickered as he looked over his realm. So much of himself had been poured into the Dreaming. Just as much, it had poured into him. He would restore it all.

The silence ate the hours. Though, time often dragged its feet in the Dreaming. A day, an hour here could be weeks outside. The oppisite is also true. A week could pass here and barely a second would pass outside. The wind began to die down, growling weakly before finally dieing. Before them, a road of stepping stones curved through the realm. Way stations were scattered along this road. Dream approached the first and rapped a knuckle against the door. Behind it, a quarrel could be heard. Finally, the door swung open. A short, round man peeked around it. "Muh-master! Buh-brother, its Lord M-m-morpheus!" He scurried away and was replaced by a man as tall as the Lord Shaper and just about as thin. The man bowed quickly, then invited them in. "Sir, you deem fit to visit our humble home once more." Morpheus nodded, then turned to the group. "Come in, nothing shall harm you here. Right, Cain?" His voice was cold. He knew what slithered through this house. The tall man nodded. The door swung shut behind them. Briefly, a great green shape filled it before the lock clicked.

Krunch started down the hall, following Cain. "Are you Cain, the first murderer?" His voice was low, hushed. It is not often that one meets a character of the first story. Cain nodded, smiling slightly. Abel peeked around a corner. A little squeak came from his pocket. Quickly, he hushed it but it was too late. Cain smiled at him, a strange light in his eyes. Well, strange for anyone who did not understand their rather complicated relationship. "Come on, brother. Meet the guests" Abel swallowed loudly, then came out. A tiny golden head popped out of his pocket and squeaked again. "Hu-hush, G-goldie." The little head retreated into the pocket.



I hate typing stutters. That is all. Also, this is Goldie. http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/77/29...oldie_large.jpg

Finally Luna lol. WB at long last, hope you update this a bit more often now ^.^ Cause I wanna read MOAR!

I agree with Jowy. And I see that you're somewhere on the forum, Luna, so can you post now?