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After everyone took a sip of Gonzales' cure, they were all back to their original forms. Soon all there was in the room were three humans, a small golden statue, a chair, an undead pig, a small rock and a tiny box. Pewdie and Jack were in their pajamas, having been asleep when they were dragged into the 'Amnesia' world, while Mark was simply wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Pewdie and Jack snickered at their friend.
"What? I told you I was recording when Tiny Box Tim called me!" Mark complained, slightly irritated.
"Once a pants-less gamer, always a pants-less gamer." Jack chuckled.
"I don't know about you guys..." Pewdie yawned. "...but I'm beat."
"Me too." Jack agreed, stretching his arms out. "We should get going."
"Exactly HOW do we get out of here?" Mark asked uneasily.
Jack and Mark both turned to Pewdie, waiting for an answer. The Swede stared, just as confused as them.
"I don't know, actually." He declared. "I just woke up here."
"Then how are we supposed to get home?" Inquired Mark, throwing his arms up in irritation.
Pewdie looked down around his feet until he spotted his good friend, the golden statue. He picked him up and brought him close to his face.
"Do you know how to get us home, Stephano?" Pewdie asked the small Egyptian statue in his hands.
"Actually, I do." Stephano remarked, a triumphant smile on his face. "And it's quite simple."
"Awesome! How do we do it?"
"You just have to wake up."
Pewdie blinked twice, his mind going a mile a minute as he stared blankly at his friend, trying to grasp what he had just said.
"Are you telling me this was all just a dream?!" He finally exclaimed, feeling like he was going crazy.
"That's right." Stephano calmly stated.
"But it was all so real... There's no way this was a dream!"
"You want me to prove it?" Stephano cocked a brow at him.
"Yes, please." Pewdie sighed as he tried to calm himself.
"Very well."
Stephano moved his hand up to his head and grabbed the top of his turban. He pulled at it and off came his head. Pewdie just stared silently, looking from Stephano's headless body to the head in his hand over and over.
"Will this do?" Stephano's head asked after a few seconds.
"Yeah, that'll do." Pewdie said weakly, starting to feel like he was going to pass out.
Pewdie screamed as he sat up on his bed, panting and sweating bullets as he grasped his bed sheets. He looked around and saw he was back in his room. He felt his face and realized he was back to normal. He looked over to his girlfriend, who was sleeping soundly at his side, nothing but her massive hair showing from under the covers. He sighed in extreme relief; he was home.
"Marzia?" He shook his girlfriend until he felt her move. "I just had the weirdest dream. And it felt so real..."
"Really?" Marzia turned to her boyfriend, showing she had a muzzle instead of a regular face. Pewdie froze; she was a pony! "What was it about?"
Pewdie couldn't take it anymore. He just grabbed his head and screamed at the top of his lungs.
Edgar Allan Pug woke up startled, his mind replaying the dream he just had. His owner and some characters from a game he played as ponies? Why on Earth would he dream about something like that?
Then he remembered he had fallen asleep on the living room couch. In front of him the TV was on, the credits from 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' rolling on the screen. He pressed the off button on the remote, the screen going black and darkness falling upon the otherwise dimly-lit room. Edgar sighed, stretching himself on the couch a making himself comfortable.
"That's it. No more 'My Little Pony' before bed." He thought before going back to sleep.