However, just in front of Cass, and right above her, a random blotch of paint appear, before suddenly, Ink!Bryson dropped down in front of her. And, despite the fact that, normally, people other than him, her, and... A few select others, weren't allowed into the Dreamscape, there was [Insert whoever it is that will replace SwapSans here]. clinging to his leg.
"What, I thought this was the anti-void! And if it IS, then the only things that are allowed are things that create or destory AUs, which is very inconvinient, as previously mentioned destroyer is currently hunting me down and trying to kill me!"
Cass took notice of this, and looked at him, tilting her head. "You have Delusional-Can't-Dance-Syndrome. I found this neat therapist who helped me through that. His name was Nightmayye or something like that, you should call him sometime."
She was, quite obviously, referring to his hesitation to join in.
"... No. I'm not a god. I'm not some indestructible, omnipresent, omniscient being. Not even close. I'm a normal human, whenever you're not factoring my powers... Er, normal BRYSON that is. I can be killed, and I can contract diseases, etc and etc."
"Now, there were two sides of this tree. The dream side; The side that gave everyone happiness, warm and fuzziness, all of that. And then, there was the nightmare side. It was the opposite, the side nobody wanted to see, as it reminded them of everything horrible in their lives."
"... Cass came from the Dream side of the tree. And as such, I can from the Nightmare side. We were both made to become the tree's protectors. In case anyone wanted to chop down a god damn tree of dreams, y'know? But, what happened was less Cass protecting the tree, and more giving parts of the tree away. Travelers from all across space, and even fucking time, came to not only see this tree, but to get a piece of it's fruit. Cass willingly gaveit to them, and the thing we were protecting, she started giving away."
"So... I went over to try to talk her out of it, and she denied. I shook if off after considering the fact she wouldn't be able to listen, and watched instead. And then, slowly... I became curious instead. Why these people would travel to such great lengths to just get one fruit. So, one night, I tried to investigate."
"It slowly spread to envelope the entire tree, which, soon after, died. Cass tried, and tried, and gave everything, to try and bring that tree back. But it didn't work. And before they had even a chance to come near me and attack me, I was, almost instantly, brought here. I assume as punishment. And, I've been here for... The better part of thousands of years."
It was a peaceful day of normal, casual OC!Shift, with Bryson sleeping by his post like normal...
That is, until suddenly, a purple splotch of paint appeared out of nowhere, and out from it, popped.... Another Bryson! But instead, wearing a very large red scarf, with a similarly colored turtleneck sweater around his waist, paint containers across his chest like bullets, and a red splotch of paint across his face, along with two long brushes, long enough to be sword-length, strapped across his back.
Somewhere 'Outside' of reality, a short, glitching female sat in a chair made of string. Suddenly, one of her eyes lit up, with the classic "explanation triangle". She jolted, and put a hand over it, before hearing a deep, computer-like voice speak.
Said 'Ink Bryson' looked around, before taking one of the brushes, swinging forwards, leaving a large line on paint. He backed up, took a running start, and jumped.... As he began surfing a wave of paint.
"Why should I be? Sure, you're famed as the ender of realities. But, in reality..." a slightly purple smile was barely visible from the corner. "You're neither that smart, nor strong enough to take me on right now."