The bell on the inside lightly sang and he almost didn't want to look. He half-expected to be stabbed on entering the building, though he mostly expected a regular, yet half-rotten, furniture store. He kept himself from looking up for a good few seconds, but when he tilted his face up to see the store, he was mesmerized.

None of the lights were on, but he could still see all that was inside. Couches and chairs from almost every decade, sofas shaped like lips that were popular in the 90s, everything from plaid reclining armrest chairs to leather and jaguar print footrests. Additional pillows stocked the shelves and patches of fabric, zippers, and buttons filled the walls, sorted into their respective pattern and color-coded list. The emporium was almost the size of two Walmart's, and had stairs that went up to another level. The small amount of light coming in from high windows illuminated the dust and particles flowing calmly through the air, though the windows had heavy curtains covering most of the light. Large and overgrown houseplants rested in giant vases every few feet, their leaves and vines starting to peek out, and growing up and down the walls. He felt like he was in a ghost movie, but not a horror film. There was something nice about this store, ancient and comforting.

"Dah-hah!" a voice from the stairs came. Dream heard footsteps from the higher level and saw a shadow start to come down the stairs.

'Get- get out of here right now- leave, leave, leave, leave right now,' a voice in his head told him. He froze in the spot, watching the figure walk down. He saw he was a rather short, with a regular overcoat on a V-neck t-shirt tucked into bellbottom jeans. He looked weird. The clacking of his boots as he jumped off the third-to-last stair to the main floor was loud, and it brought out how creaky and possibly moldy the wooden floor was.

"Welcome!" he said, trotting happily up to Dream.

"Hello," Dream replied, holding out his hand for a shake.

"This is the emporium, can't get prices better than these for this variety!" he joyfully said, walking over to the left side of the door, flicking a switch. The lights, one row by one, turned on and blared an industrial blue-tinted white. Dream could see that in the other half cut in darkness was now showing more and more rows of couches and chairs and cushions. The room was still moist in the air and dust floated more prominently. Even more overgrown houseplants stretched more and more farther down.

"It feels like a jungle in here," he said, not paying attention to the fact he was speaking out loud.

"Oh, if only. . ." the small man said, putting his hands on his hips and looking out on his own store. "I could probably turn it into a tourist attraction, get some extra dollars that way. Indoor Rainforest, that's what I always call it." He turned back to Dream and held out his hand, "I'm Benjamin Fergus- you can call me Benny."

Dream shook his hand, "Uh, my name is Dream, I'm looking for a fridge?"

"Dream? Peculiar name, ain't it?" He laughed, "You're here for one of those new ones, right?" Dream nodded, Benny gestured towards the side of the store, leading the way. "We don't really do houseware," he explained, making his way over to the right side of the store and turning down the farthest side of the maze of sofas, "But Amazon reached out to me, and money's getting' tight. . . so. . ." He went down a hall with a rusty sign above it, 'Employees Only.'

'Guess I work here now,' Dream thought to himself, giggling a little.

The hall led to a room and a door outside. Just outside the door was a line of giant boxes. "Do ya have a car for that?"

Dream realized he hadn't brought a good vehicle for hauling a fridge around. He didn't even ask Quackity if he could borrow the pick-up truck he didn't remember buying. "I do, but it's not a truck or anything."

Benny grabbed a red, rolling dolly and hoisted a box up onto it. "We have trailers for rent."

Dream smiled, "I'll take one of those."

He swiped his card into the dustiest scanner he had ever seen. The checkout section was a giant circular counter, about 30 paces from the entrance. He got his phone out and held up the screenshot to the scanner Benny was holding. A few clicks and beeps later and he had his very own Amazon Alexa Smart Fridge. He hooked up the trailer to the back of his car while Benny wheeled the fridge onto it. They threw on some rope and tied the fridge down, by now the outdoor downpour was only a light drizzle, just a lot of fog.

"You sure you wanna be drivin' around in this?" Benny asked. Dream nodded, tying down the last side of rope. Benny shrugged.

"Thank you," Dream said, hopping into his car.

"Have a nice day!" Benny yelled after.

"You too!"

He put on his favorite song and drove through the fog a little faster than he should've. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face, and he absolutely couldn't wait to get home. The rain and downpour had started up again, and was growing to become very fierce. "I should do this more often," he said, talking to himself. "Just- being all spontaneous, I wanted the thing and then I went and got it. This is ni- AAA!!"

A deer had hopped in front of the road just as he was driving over the small stone bridge. If he had seen it he would've stopped the car, but the fog kept him from barely even seeing the silhouette until it was too late. He swerved and hit the break as fast as possible while the buck ran away. He saw a shadow from behind his car. 'Bird,' he thought, 'Giant one.'

He opened the door and walk around the back of his car, seeing the fridge box was still there, though twisted at and awkward angle. He sighed in relief and walked behind the car to fix it, only to see no fridge was inside. He gasped, darting around and looking for where it could've gone when he swerved. He felt his heartrate go up when he looked at the stone bridge, with a low creek running under it. He ran over a few yards as fast as he could, almost slipping the whole time. He saw that a chunk was missing from the side of the bridge. Most of the other chunks had been mossed over or worn away, but this one was fresh, it was new, it was him.

He grabbed the side of the bridge and flung his head over to look. And then he saw it.

It was torn away and covered in scratches and dents, still only new and shiny but parts were covered in stains from the moss and mud it had so violently disturbed. As more and more rain came plunging down, a crash of thunder and lighting had woefully illuminated the murder for one foul second. The unstained areas glowed in pain, and dream hopped off the bridge and jumped into the shallow creek. Tears started to fall but his face was still. He reached his hand out and rand his fingers gently across the handle he would never get to open. He felt the button on the back that would open up a second door and cried harder. The groceries he would never get to store the food he would never be able to put away. "This. . ." he said quietly, "this is why I don't do this more often." He collapsed onto the freezer drawer as another flash of lighting with no thunder rolled through the road and sky.