#dallas dreamzzz

[fishgir12]

Dallas turning into a sheep in the dream world whenever someone scares him cause he subconsciously links sheep to fear 🤫

[dream-bandit]

Izzie gave Nova one of her plushies to help her with her insomnia and now nova can not sleep without it

I already said it in another post but logan n Izzie have karaoke kpop nights

Uh Astrid is a horse lover

Also Dallas has a sheep cuz I said so

OH MY GOD YESS Oomf I may need to draw this later when I have the time... I wonder what kind of plushie it is though. Animal? Teddy bear?

The karaoke is sooo real to me. I imagine they'd try to invite zoey too but theyd rather be caught dead than be caught singing k pop 😭 😭

Dallas gets into other fiber arts and crochets a small round sheep plushie for himself and hides it under his bed because he does not want to be found out as a kid who still sleeps with plushies. 🔥

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

‘Kay people liked my last one so here, have another ig lol. Will put full fic under the cut again like last time

Word Count: 3k

Summary:

Izzie: *ball of energy* Cooper: 🧍‍♂️… *internal sobbing*

— or — Ficlet thingy based on an au I have where when Izzie and Mateo’s parents split up the siblings get split up too

Additional Tags:

Songfic, kind of as half of it is basically the lead up to the song. Song: We’ll be Fine from Epic the Musical. Swearing, Bullying, Izzie gets picked on. Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe. Aged-Up Character(s), Cooper and Izzie have a larger age gap, Izzie is 13, Cooper is 17, not important but I felt like I should just add that. Cooper has a built in Garcia sibling is in danger sense. Canon-Typical Violence, Izzie gets in a fight. lots of references. Izzie has ADHD (implied). OOC (?). self indulgent. No beta we die like Cooper and Mateo’s friendship. Dallas being an asshole, Beth being an asshole (and slightly crazy). Weeb is used as an insult but no hate to weebs I’m also kind of one

It was after a particularly calm day of school that Izzie found herself eating a burrito from Mrs Castillo’s food truck while she leaned against a tree in sight of the park playground. 

“Oh Mr Burrito! Mr bean and pickle burrito, why are you so delicious?” Izzie sang to her burrito only to take a massive bite out of it. She hummed as she chewed and it wasn’t long before she had scarfed down the whole burrito. 

The tinfoil that had been wrapped around the burrito crinkled as Izzie wadded it up and then picked up her backpack from its spot by her feet to go throw her trash in one of the park garbage bins. 

Izzie slung her bag over her shoulder as she scurried over to a garbage bin and threw the tinfoil inside. 

“Bye Mr burrito,” Izzie told the tinfoil as it disappeared into the bin. 

Someone snorted from behind her, “Aww, Garcia are you talking to trash again?” 

Izzie’s shoulders rose up to sit beside her ears as she cringed at the voice. 

Oh pickles. 

Slowly Izzie turned around and greeted the people behind her with a bright smile. 

“Heeeey Beth, Dallas, what’s up?” Izzie greeted, her smile had to look so forced. 

Izzie knew Beth from the number of times Izzie had been the butt of Beth’s constant ridicule so the other girl’s red highlights in brown hair and leather jacket look was familiar. The company with Beth, Dallas, however was newerish yet still not someone Izzie had never seen before but the blond in a red jacket that stood quietly a little ways behind both of the brunettes was definitely a new face. 

Beth sighed like she found the idea of small talk tiring, “Look weeb, you got me busted for cheating yesterday and frankly I’m not over it, so either you apologize or me and Dallas here are going to rough you up a little bit, ‘kay?” She explained while leaning forward and flicking Izzie on the forehead. 

Ah, Izzie knew things were going a bit too well for her today, this must have been where her good day came to a screeching halt. 

“Hey come on Beth, if I hadn’t called you out then someone else was just gonna,” Izzie tried to negotiate. 

Beth scoffed, “Really? Who?” 

Izzie chewed the inside of her cheek, ok so she was caught there, no one else in their grade really had the guts to call Beth out for cheating and anyone that did was probably besties with Beth anyways. 

“Alright, alright,” Izzie held up her hands in surrender, “You got me, but can we just … save the ass beating for another day? I have homework to do,” 

Beth and Dallas were silent for a moment like they were actually thinking it over only for both of them to burst out laughing. 

“Are you TRYING to get out of this? ” Beth hissed out between laughs, “This isn’t a punch card situation Garcia.” 

Well you couldn’t blame Izzie for trying. 

“Uhh,” Izzie reached into her pocket trying to find something to fidget with to calm her rising nerves but her fingers only grasped at coins, “Would you back off if I paid you too?” 

Dallas perked up at this, “How much you got?” 

“Dallas!” Beth barked, slapping his chest. 

“What!? I’m just curious,” 

Izzie pulled a quarter and a dime out of her pocket, “Um, 35 cents,” 

Dallas deflated, “That’s like nothing bro,” 

With a defeated sigh Izzie put the coins back in her pocket, “Yeah I know,” 

Beth laughed as she ran her thumb across the tips of her nails, “Spent to much money on weeb shit now did we,”

Izzie opened her mouth to protest but shut it just as fast. Yeah there wasn’t really anything to defend herself on there. 

“Now, enough stalling!” Beth growled, snapping her attention off her nails and instead grabbing Izzie’s wrists and digging her claws into them. 

Izzie bit down a sob, was Beth actually trying to draw blood? She definitely seemed crazy enough to. 

“You are such a little prick, ” Beth bit out, her words laced with venom, “and a bitchy little tattletale that needs to learn what happens when she gets in my way,” 

Izzie tried to hide the whimper that rose in her throat and blearily glanced at the blond haired teen that still stood behind Dallas. He hadn’t moved or even talked the entire time and for a second Izzie wondered if he was actually really there or if he was just some sort of figment of her imagination. People were always telling her she had an overactive imagination. 

The blond haired teen met Izzie’s eyes and his expression turned sour. 

“Really Dallas?” The teen asked, crossing his arms, and Dallas turned in surprise, “This is how far you’ve sunk? This is an insane new low even for you,” 

Dallas stared, “Cooper? Wha- how long have you been standing there?” 

The Cooper guy shrugged, “Long enough,”

At that point Beth had also turned slightly to take in their new company and her grip on Izzie’s wrists had lessened to a degree but that seemed to be exactly what Cooper had been waiting for. He strode forward, yanked Beth’s hands away from Izzie before grabbing Izzie by the backpack and dragging her off to the side. 

“What!? HEY!” Beth protested. 

Cooper rolled his eyes and held up a hand, “Chill you demonic saltine cracker, we’ll be right back.” 

Beth blinked in confusion at the insult Cooper had just thrown at her but by the time her braincells seemed to make another coherent thought Cooper had already pulled Izzie out of earshot. 

Cooper let go of Izzie’s backpack and flipped himself around so the two could speak face to face. 

“Ok here’s the deal, if you want Beth, and by extension Dallas, to leave you alone you’re going to have to fight them, put them in their place. But I understand if you don’t want to fight them, so if you want I can get you outta here but it has to be now alright?” Cooper explained, making small gestures with his hands every once and awhile as if emphasizing his words, “You can’t flake out mid fight.” 

Izzie blinked but a smile quickly split her face as she clenched her fist, “I want to fight them,” 

Cooper took a step back and a look like he was contemplating every decision he had made up until that moment crossed his face, “Wow, you are so much more violent than I remember you being,” 

Izzie squinted at Cooper, “Why’d you say remember? Do we know each other from somewhere?”

Cooper winced, “I-I’ll explain later, first this is how you’re going to win this fight. One you’re going to go over to Beth, look her in the eyes and smile like you’ve been waiting your entire life for this moment and then you’re going to punch her as hard as you can in her throat and then when Dallas comes at you with his big jock routine you’re going to kick him in the nards. And then smack him… with your backpack, got it?” 

Cooper offered Izzie a pleasant smile but Izzie couldn’t help but note the spark of an insane look in his eyes. 

“Hey!” Dallas yelled, causing both Izzie and Cooper to look at him, “We getting this fight on or what!?”

Cooper gave Dallas an annoyed look and turned back to Izzie, “Last chance to back out,” 

Izzie shook her head, “Nah, I’m doing this.” 

“Ok,” Cooper mumbled with a nod, “Just remember what I told you!” 

Izzie nodded excitedly, ignoring how half of what Cooper had told her had already left her brain and walked back over to Beth and Dallas, Cooper trailing behind her. 

With a proud smile plastered on her face Izzie came to a stop in front of Beth. 

Crap, what had Cooper said to do next? 

Izzie thought for a second before shrugging it off and pointing a finger at Beth, “I’m going to win.” 

Honestly Izzie should’ve punched Beth the second she had come back over as Beth took that split second after Izzie finished talking to swing a fist forward, catching Izzie right in the face with it. 

Cooper made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan as Izzie stumbled backwards from the force of the punch, “That is not what we talked about,”

Izzie’s hands shot up to her face to hold her nose in pain as Beth gave her a cocky sneer. 

“So much for your chatty little friend over there,” Beth cooed in mockery. 

“That hurt,” Izzie pouted, lowering her hands from her face and taking in the blood that was now on them. 

Beth laughed, “Of course it hurt you dumb weeb!” 

Izzie rightened herself back up, noting the weight of her backpack and suddenly remembered at least one of the things Cooper had told her. 

While Beth was busy laughing to Dallas about Izzie’s seeming stupidity Izzie slung her bag down into her hands and gripped it by the straps. She then swung it at Beth and let go. 

The backpack hit Beth with all its force and knocked her to the ground, cutting off both Beth and Dallas’s laughter. 

Dallas snapped his attention to Izzie in an instant and Izzie’s eyes widened slightly as Dallas took a step forward and swung a fist. 

“Duck!” Cooper yelled and Izzie listened, dropping down and successfully avoiding the fist. 

Izzie then got a bright idea and made a fist which she aimed at Dallas’s gut. 

Dallas grunted and doubled over slightly as Izzie’s fist hit him but it didn’t seem powerful enough to stop him for long. Just as fast as he took damage from the punch he recovered and reached a hand out to grab Izzie. 

With a screech Izzie darted to the side towards Cooper, narrowly avoiding getting grabbed.  

“I tap out!” Izzie screamed as she dove to the grass behind Cooper and into a roll. 

Cooper glanced back at her, “Hu?” 

Izzie came to a stop, ending her roll on her side, and propped her head up on her hand, “I mean I know you wouldn’t hit Beth cause she’s a girl but you can punch Dallas right!?” 

Cooper sighed out an, “Ok,” as Dallas marched over like a fuming bull. Once Dallas was with arms length Cooper kicked Dallas in the shin which only caused Dallas to hiss slightly. 

Izzie’s mouth dropped open in slight confusion, was that it? 

Dallas seemed equally as confused until Cooper jabbed him with his fingers just below Dallas’s sternum. Dallas choked but Cooper wasn’t done. The blond then swung his leg around catching Dallas in the back of the knee which caused Dallas to fall down to his knees where Cooper kneed him in the chin. 

Dallas groaned as Cooper then picked him up by the shirt collar and lifted Dallas up to the point where Dallas was dangling about an inch off the ground.

“Dallas,” Cooper grit out through his teeth, “My old buddy, my old pal, care to tell me why you’ve taken to bullying people younger than you?” 

A bead of sweat trickled down Dallas’s forehead, “Hey, hey look Coop I-I had to ok! Beth … she’s my little cousin! I couldn’t just leave her hanging!” 

Cooper seemed unimpressed, “Uh hu, yeah that still doesn’t justify shitty behavior,” 

Dallas shook, “Ok! Alright! She … she said I had to or she’d tell everyone I like to knit, are you happy now!?” 

With a small smile Cooper put Dallas back down, “Consider this a warning Dallas, don’t let yourself get pushed around.” 

Trembling like a leaf Dallas nodded and stumbled back over to Beth who had just gotten back up. 

“Come on cuz, let’s go,” Dallas told Beth, pulling on her sleeve. Beth scowled at her cousin as she massaged her sternum. 

“Coward,” Beth hissed but she still let herself be dragged away while fixing Izzie with a down right dirty and pissed off look, her face red like a tomato from probably both embarrassment and anger. 

Izzie giggled in a gremlin-like way as she slowly sat herself up. 

“Holy anime! I survived!” Izzie cheered, throwing her arms up with a “whop!”. 

Cooper walked over to her, his eyebrows pinching together in concern, and offered her a hand to help her stand. 

“Are you alright?” 

“I’ve dealt with worse,” Izzie admitted, accepting Cooper’s hand and letting him haul her to her feet. Izzie swiped at the blood on her upper lip.

The concerned furrow deeped. 

“Oh but that was so cool!” Izzie beamed as she wobbled a little, “The way I went ‘HIJA!’ And ‘WACHOW!’ 

With every sound effect Izzie made she included a different fighting action that left Cooper worrying about her losing her balance and falling over, but she proved him wrong and managed to stay on her feet all the way back to her backpack which had been left, discarded, on the ground.  

“And you!” Izzie proclaimed as she scooped up her bag and slipped her arms back through the straps, “that was awesome! You were like a total ninja!” 

Cooper chuckled sheepishly, “Nah, I was just-“ 

“Being awesome,” Izzie insisted, cutting him off. 

“Yeah, ok, I was kind of cool. I’ll admit to that,” Cooper finally caved. 

Izzie snickered and then she made a ‘nyoom’ noise as she set her arms back in a Naruto run before running in a circle around Cooper. 

Cooper stifled a laugh. 

Eventually Izzie slid to a stop in front of Cooper and touched a hand to the blood that had started drying on her face from her bloody nose. 

“Woah, used up too much energy,” Izzie wobbled again and Cooper reached out a hand to steady her but she slapped it away. 

“Ah, ah,” Izzie wagged a finger at him, “I’m fine, also I don’t even know you so it’s weird!” 

Cooper coughed as he rubbed at his slapped hand, “That’s fair,” 

“Mhm mhm, gotta give me them backstory deets first, like one! How do you know me!!” 

Cooper wasn’t sure if he was more scared of Izzie’s seemingly endless energy supply or the look of absolutely cat-like curiosity strewn across her face. 

God he’d really dug his own grave didn’t he? 

With a defeated exhale Cooper glanced down at his shoes nervously before looking back up at Izzie, “Story time it is then, but snacks first.” 

Izzie bounced a few times excitedly. 

———————————

Upon gathering two sodas, a bag of chips, a few chocolate bars, and some wet wipes for Izzie’s bloody nose from a little corner store bodega, Izzie and Cooper retreated to the top of a random five story building via an open fire escape.  

They snacked away, sitting with their backs to the roof ledge, as Izzie pestered Cooper for lore while the blond haired teen did his best to deflect from sharing for a few moments longer. 

“Bro you can’t just not share!” Izzie protested, “You saved my bacon and you’re not going to tell me why!?” 

Cooper stuck a chip in his mouth and chewed slowly, successfully making Izzie even more irked. 

“Come on! What’s so bad about this story?” 

Cooper swallowed and muttered, “Because it’s not a particularly happy story for me,” 

“Oh,” Izzie was quick to back off, sitting back and shoving a fist full of chips in her mouth to hide the embarrassment. 

Cooper offered her a smile as if to tell her it was ok, and then steeled himself as he pulled his knees up to his chest to hug them. 

“I had a friend before, and he was a lot like you. I helped him face his bullies, but he had his demons too. And then… we grew apart then his light went dark,” Cooper explained, his tone sounding dark. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked ahead as if he was watching something that wasn’t there. Or perhaps he could remember the memory of what he was saying to such a degree that his brain could recall the memory in perfect detail.  

Cooper went on, “And so, I thought maybe, if I made a different call. Maybe if I hadn't missed it all, maybe, he'd be fine. Maybe we'd unwind. I thought maybe, if I help another soul if I helped you reach your goal life could be that bright,” 

Izzie could tell that Cooper was probably grasping at straws on what to say, and that he was vocal stimming in a way by repeating the word ‘maybe’. 

“I could sleep at night,” Cooper added, looking down at his hands sadly before dragging them down his face.  

Izzie stared, hmm sad boy. Whatever type of falling out Cooper and his friend had seemed to have must have been pretty bad. 

“Well Cooper,” Izzie started, planning on trying her best to make him feel a bit better, “I don't know who your friend is, I don't know what he's like, but my time with you has been awesome,” 

“The best day of my life, ‘cause I got in a fight AND I DIDNT DIE!!” Izzie exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she made more sound effects to go with the punches she threw at the air in front of her. 

Cooper’s face scrunched up in concern again as he mumbled to himself, “Oh my god, the bar was so low it’s a tripping hazard in hell,” 

Izzie turned and grinned at him, “I've never felt strong before, you're my friend, I couldn't ask for more! And so, I think maybe, if life wasn't spent as planned. Maybe, it's time that you lend a hand,” 

Izzie shrugged, “I don't think he'll mind, and if not his friend, then mine!” 

Cooper's gaze turned soft as Izzie got up and offered her hand down to pull him, paralleling what Cooper had done for her earlier. 

With all her middle schooler strength Izzie yanked Cooper to his feet, “ Maybe, to fall is to learn one way,” 

“ Maybe, it's all gonna turn out great,” Izzie continued as she brushed past Cooper and hopped up on the roof ledge before turning to face him with outstretched arms, “I know I’ll be fine, I know it's light you'll find!” 

Cooper stayed silent for a few moments as he scanned his eyes across the rooftops of Brooklyn behind Izzie. Finally the glazed look in his eyes went away and he smiled up at her, “You're a good kid,” 

Izzie sat down heavily on the roof ledge and beamed at him, “Thanks!” 

Cooper placed his hands on the roof ledge and leaned forward while biting his tongue, god her similarities to Mateo really felt like a stab in the gut. 

[geoxstxrs]

Dallas rjajdjsj

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDD AHAHHAHSHSKDJDBMSKSJSHSHSSJ DALLASSSSS MY BABYYYY

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Cooper: *crushing on mateo*

Mateo: i do not see

Cooper: *crushing on dallas*

Mateo: oh good for him good for him

[fruity-legos]

Dallas if he was cool

[lego-dreamzzz-confessions]

the side characters like nova, dallas, max, jan, jayden, beth and emil don't get enough screentime

!!!!!!!!

I'm glad Nova got that spinoff series at least

[glitchy-haha]

No cause I'll never understand how Dallas is be bullying people but then be chasing a flying book in the first fucking episode.

[murkystarlight]

Screw it.

Dreamzzz season2 spoilers pt.1

(And my personal comments)

Alright. Starting from episode 1

I didn't realize that Cooper having a sudden interest in chips would be a hint to something later(it probably isn't but it seems like it to me). Cooper apperantly had a full list of things to fix and make... also the Night Bureau really can't do their job done properly can they. How does Cooper go to school? And study? And get good grades?? Also love how everyone names their cars

It was cool seeing Sneak working with them. And Nova, too bad they... uh- dissapear after like... episode 4? I think

Mateo trying to find a way to get z-blob back, and the Nightmare king... why is he such an icon all of a sudden?? Like-

Also, I like that how Mateo got the kid show treatment. Might as well sing 'we're all in this together'

And Dallas joining the knitting club!!

It was pretty nice. Just a simple small detail, but I like stuff like that so... Looks like he's not going to be bullying anyone now

It was very fun watching the crows(ravens? Don't remember) snatch their memories. When I saw what the memories that was stolen were about I started screaming like-

I actually think they all have a good reasoning. Logan always loved his music(would've been better if he forgot how to sing entirely) , Cooper... well he's the tech guy, and for Izzie, she was the who accepted the dream world the fastest. Who liked it the most in the first season right? There are more cool and amazing reasons than this but my stupid brain can't think of anything else right now

Episode 2

Apperantly there's a lava realm? Cool

Mr. Oz being angry, Logan being.. well, Logan. And Cooper is just adorable. He's having so much trouble. His purpose in life kinda snap

And when everyone else just jumps into the castle, Izzie takes her time to take the stairs

And Izzie having trouble with "dont open your mouth" she's so funnn

I had trouble understanding Astrid-

Royce guy has a weird whistle.

Cooper looks so happy until his mind went blank and his face is just- 'dude wait, what was I doing?' I thought he lost his tech skills?? Why did he become... dumber? It's cute though

"Sorry-" _ Izzie

Also, Logan said a lot of smart stuff in this episode. One of my favorites was

"If I forgot it, how would I know?"

Mr. Oz trying SO hard not to swear. I could see the struggle-

And the flash cards 😭 when did they get a rule book?!!(first ep)

Also, how many eggs do you think Cooper cracked. How does he not remember how to not but a bolt and screw together?? Just- stick it in! Learn to do it again? Poor thing

And the Night Hunter! +Susan and Snivel. They're a bunch of sillies

Cooper getting pressured by his family again- (is it just me or does he get his character development after like... two episodes and be the one stable guy holding the team together? He's useful. Like actually useful) Cooper's voice also wouldn't stop cracking

"Do you ever get sand in your eyes? Or your shorts?" (The Sandman had legs?? Yes, had. He... he gone now.)

Also kinda funny how all of Mateo's dreamcrafting gets blob-ified

"The one time! I actually want to hear your beats, and you forget?!"

Zoey! Why would you randomly jump into a cauldron!! (Also, the Night Hunters memory being Zoey- I already had a feel)

Mrs Castillo is the best

I'm also very curious of... what or who the Never Witch is??

There is a lot of pushing and shoving people. And it's only the second episode

Also-

"So you're not the tech genius you used to be. You still got- ....uh.... what other talents do you have?"

Oh godddd noooooooooooo he said it- Oh god........

"I'm gonna go drown my troubles in the candy realm" (kids. Too much sugar isn't good for you)

(He can't even figure out how to put his phone on silent anymore) he got an A+ in a science project, by cooking?? I thought it was a SCIENCE PROGECT??

Imagine a kid suddenly pulling out an apron and asking for a kitchen to work in. During a science project (he's a chef now), he also just... kept the flan? Thing, in his locker-.... is that... okay?

I mean... I did watch this science show on Netflix about these super smart girls and their names being mc². And one of them bakes. Using science. I mean... science works in everything... and I guess if the teachers said okay then its.. okay?

Sandman and Never Witch fighting, he will be remembered. It was pretty cool actually. I wonder if they have any history

Next part

Bonus(also the reason of why I said screw it)

[fishgir12]

Doodles

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

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2: you are here

3 4 5 6 7 Wooooo, number 2! Under the cut like always and uh

@fruity-legos lemme know if you dont wanna be tagged guy

Chapter notes:

Zoey helps Mrs. C out only to have to fish Dallas out of trouble later on

Ftr: tw for violence & attempted mugging this chapter (ooops)

With a satisfying click Zoey set the kickstand of her dark blue vespa down on the ground, successfully parking it just beside Mrs. Castillo’s food truck. The engine shut off nicely as Zoey twisted and took her key out of the ignition before setting her foot on the ground. She swung her leg off her vespa and took up standing beside it where she began to untie the box that was sitting snugly in her vespa’s back basket. 

Zoey’s vespa was relatively new, as she’d only gotten a year ago for her sixteenth birthday, and it was still in amazing condition to the point where you could really only tell it had aged from the big scratch mark on the side that was from when Dallas had crashed it. 

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memory. As fond as she had grown of Dallas he was still partially an idiot. 

Grabbing the box from the basket now that it was free, Zoey took it with her over to Mrs. Castillo’s food truck where she could already see the elderly lady sweeping dust off the back steps of her truck. Littered just outside the door on the sidewalk and street were various cleaning objects, a heater, and other nicknacks from inside the truck. 

“Hey Mrs. C,” Zoey greeted as she walked up to a stool and placed the box on top. 

“Ah, buenas tardes mija,” Mrs. C responded back, pausing her sweeping to greet Zoey with a soft smile, “I like the costume!”

“Uh, thanks,” 

Mrs. C herself was dressed in a golden turtle costume that matched with the colors of Señor Tortuga, who sat half curled up in the window sill. 

“How’s the clean up been?” Zoey asked while opening up the box and pulling out a smaller box of garbage bags. 

“Quite the same as always mija,” Mrs. C answered, “Muchos amigos have already stopped by to help.” 

Zoey nodded, made sense, “Glad you’ve already had some help Mrs. C,”  

With that Zoey took a garbage bag out of the box and slid past Mrs. C as the elderly woman carefully came to the bottom of the stairs and proceeded to scurry over to a bucket that had a simple sponge sitting alone inside it. 

Zoey tromped up the stairs and entered into the back of Mrs. C’s truck where she then made a beeline for the fridge. 

The inside of the food truck was laid out quite similarly to that of an RV, with a bed crammed up beside the fridge and bathroom across from it, cordoned off behind a floor to ceiling box made out of the same material as the walls and a closed door. On the other side of the fridge was a number of cupboards and Mrs. Castillo’s food prep counter that had a sink next to it.

Without waiting for any directions, as she already knew what to do, Zoey opened the fridge and began to sort through the items inside. Zoey checked all the due dates on the items that had them and took the items that were soon to go bad out of the fridge where she either placed them on prep counter or in the trash bag. The others, still good and fresh, she left in the fridge for Mrs. C to deal with later. 

Finishing up with the fridge, Zoey closed it and left the garbage bag propped up against the wall as she turned her attention to the food she’d put on the prep counter. Among the food was a bag of shredded cheese, a jar of jalapeños, a jar of salsa that Dallas had said he was going to pick up, and a tomato. 

Zoey pocketed the bag of cheese. 

Next Zoey moved the food items to the other counter that acted as Mrs. C’s serving counter which was from where she dished out her neighborhood famous tacos and burritos from. She glanced briefly out the window and looked side to side keeping an eye out for Dallas but upon not seeing him, she ducked back into the truck and went back to cleaning up. 

For the next hour or so Zoey helped Mrs. Castillo clean the food truck, vibing to the radio that Zoey had eventually turned on, before getting to the point where they were just about ready to put the heater into it along with many of the other things that had been taken out and needed to be put back in such as Mrs. C’s stool. 

Zoey eyed the heater before her, it was a rather hefty contraption that she figured it might take her a few tries to get it up into the truck but she took off her leather jacket and tied it around her waist, preparing herself for the task as Mrs. Castillo watched cautiously. 

With a huff Zoey crouched and then hoisted the heater up where she then proceeded to waddle over to the truck with it. Surprisingly Zoey managed to get the heater up the stairs and into the truck before her arms and knees started to feel wobbly and ready to drop the heater. A loud thud went up as Zoey half dropped and half set the heater down. 

“Phew,” Zoey breathed out in relief as she rubbed at the red marks that had appeared on her arms from carrying the heater. 

A small round of applause went up from behind her as Mrs. Castillo clapped for her efforts. 

“ Muy bien mija!” She congratulated, “Quite the tough load indeed,” 

Zoey grunted and turned around to offer Mrs. C a smile, “De nada Mrs. C, been working out recently, so it isn’t much of a problem,” 

“Are you sure?” Mrs. Castillo worried, “It is quite the grande heater.” 

“Well I’m sure if she managed to carry me single handedly she can lift that thing easy pease,” 

Dallas was suddenly standing beside Mrs. C at the bottom of the stairs grinning like a maniac, his fluffy sheep-wolf costume still on even though it looked like it was killing him to a degree. 

Mrs. C turned and adjusted her glasses, “Oh, hola mijo!” 

Dallas smiled, “Hola Mrs. Castillo,” 

“There you are,” Zoey grumbled while still massaging her arms, “Been wondering where you were,” 

“Ah yeah, got distracted by setting up party decorations,” Dallas answered sheepishly, “But I’m here now, anything else you guys need help with?” 

Zoey looked at Mrs. C who seem to be in deep thought for a moment. 

Mrs. C offered Dallas another smile and then shook her head, “I think we are alright mijo,” 

“‘Kay,” Dallas hummed, “Guess I’ll just grab my salsa and dip,” 

Mrs. C gave Dallas a curious look but it flew over Dallas’s head as he joined Zoey in the food truck as Zoey went over to the front counter to fetch the salsa. 

“Here,” Zoey said as she handed Dallas the salsa jar, “The jalapeños go bad soon as well as the tomato but I don’t know if you want those too.” 

Dallas shrugged and pulled a crumpled plastic grocery bag out of his pocket, because apparently his costume had those. 

He fluffed out the bag and then set it on the counter to gently put the salsa in, “I mean if they gotta be eaten I won’t mind taking them,” Dallas mentioned. He then took the jar of jalapeños along with the tomato and set them into the bag next to the salsa before closing up the bag and taking hold of it. 

“Thanks,” 

Zoey shrugged, “Don’t mention it,” 

“Like actually?” Dallas wondered, an underline joking tone in his voice as he scrunched his face up in curiosity.

“Sure, if you think hand me down salsa is that embarrassing,” 

Dallas bit his lip as if to hold back a laugh but it wiggled its way out anyway, “Haha,” 

“How much more do you still have to do?” Dallas wondered as the pair began to walk back to the truck’s back door. 

“Well we still have the issue of insulating the truck and getting the generator put in too, but my … father will come help with that later,” Zoey explained, “plus there’s also putting everything back in.” 

“Rough, but not too much left to do I suppose,” 

Zoey nodded and followed Dallas as he tramped down the stairs. Once he hit the ground he smiled at Mrs. C. 

“Alright I’ll be off now, you ladies have fun!” 

Zoey rolled her eyes as Mrs. C waved at Dallas while he began to walk off back up the street, once again shooting finger guns at Zoey.  

“Adios mijo!” 

“Weirdo!” Zoey yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth but Dallas only barked a laugh. 

“Mija,” Mrs. C commented in exasperation. 

A small laugh shook Zoey and she moved her attention back to the items scattered around that still needed to go back into the truck. 

She’d start with the stool. 

Zoey began to walk over to the stool but before she had even gotten over to it a sharp scream cut through the air. 

Something quickly kicked in and Zoey whipped her head towards the direction the scream had come from, the same direction Dallas had walked off to yet he was nowhere to be seen. 

What had that idiot gotten himself into this time? 

Zoey reached to the back of her belt and pulled loose her pocket knife and ran off towards where the scream had come from. 

What she found was Dallas being pinned against an alleyway wall by an older man wearing jeans, a skull shirt, and hockey mask. 

“Give me all your money!” The other man growled. 

Dallas shook like a leaf, “I don’t have any! I’m a broke high school student!” 

“Liar! You just bought groceries!” 

“My friend gave them to me I swear!” Dallas continued to protest and that’s when Zoey decided she’d see enough. 

“Hey!” She called and the two others turned their heads towards her, “Leave him alone!” 

The other man slowly let go of Dallas only to shove him violently into the wall as he cackled, “What type of costumed freak are you supposed to be!?”

Zoey flicked her knife open, “The type who’s about to make you question your life decisions really fast if you don’t get lost!” 

The other man clenched his fist and drew a pistol from his belt as he turned towards Zoey fully, revealing the hostler at his belt. 

“No, how about you get lost little missy?” 

Dallas choked out a laugh, “Ha! As if she hasn’t fought people with guns before!” 

The other man simply slammed him into the wall again which caused Dallas to hit the back of his head and to slide down into a seated position. 

Well consider Zoey provoked. 

Zoey made a fist with one hand and clenched her knife in the other as she placed one foot in front of her. The other man in return took the safety off his gun and cock it.

“You aint gonna win,” the other man started, “You brought a knife to a gunfight.” 

Zoey let an easy and prepared smile settle onto her face, “Are you done chatting?” She asked but just as the other man went to respond Zoey fixed her grip on her knife and flung it. 

The other man howled with pain as Zoey’s knife sunk into his thigh and he turned his attention towards it. Zoey took this opening to rush him. 

With a well placed kick to the knee the other man went down onto it allowing Zoey to grab the back of his head and smash his face down onto her own knee. 

The hockey mask on the other man’s face splintered as it collided with Zoey’s knee and as Zoey released the other man’s head allowing him to pull back the two halves of the mask slipped from his head. 

Two beady red tinted eyes looked up at her in surprise as Zoey ripped her knife from the man’s thigh and smashed the handle of it into the side of his neck. 

The man let out a pain choking noise and fell over onto his side. 

Zoey backed away from the man and turned towards Dallas to help him to his feet. 

“I still don’t understand how you can do things like that,” Dallas mentioned in bewilderment, a stare of awe added to it as he gaped at Zoey, “I swear you are like an actual superhero, how do you do it?” 

Zoey shrugged, grimacing at the sight of blood on her knife, “Practice I guess.” 

Her father had explained it to her of course in passing but even he didn’t fully understand it either. Nova and Cooper had their theories and ideas too yet Zoey still felt like if she were to think about it for too long she’d just end up even more confused than how she had started out. 

She supposed that was just the nature of the dream world though. It … did things that people could barely wrap their heads around and there was some insane magic to it that seemed to affect a number of things in weird ways. 

Whatever it was though she’d let more mentally wild people figure it out. 

“Ayyo Zoey!” Dallas yelled, his eyes widening, “Behind you!” 

As he said it Zoey felt the other man behind her and her body seemed to react long before her mind caught up. She spun around, knife in hand, and stabbed the other man in the shoulder causing a spray of blood to shoot up. 

The other man howled, dropping his gun in the process and stumbling backwards as pain seemed to overload his system. 

Shock had come over Zoey and by the time she came back to her senses the other man had stumbled out of the alley with her knife still sunk into his shoulder. 

Dammit, that had been a good knife. 

A hand eased itself down onto Zoey’s shoulder, Dallas. 

“Holy shit,” he drawled out, “you saved me! I owe you,”

Zoey blinked and glanced down at the blood that was now on her hand, “You owe me two now.” 

[dream-bandit]

Dallas is a farm boy

This is a good headcanon but personally I can't see it That boy is a city kid through and through its in his veins. If he tried to do farmwork he'd collapse immediately on the floor to me

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........................hear me out................................

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More ghost au Dallas becuz yes

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Dreamzzz don't care about the side characters so I gotta do it myself pt 2

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Dreamzzz don't care about the side characters so I gotta do it myself