Glorbus blinked a few times, unmoving. Working his tiny, new, fresh off the press brain as fast and hard as it ever has and possibly can just to try and fathom what in the fresh hell just happened. And keep in mind, things like bagels still confuse him. (He doesn’t understand how people get the hole in them and keep them smooth) while his complex analysis skills were still buffering, he remembered that he was in the middle of the road, and more importantly, that roads were dangerous. He waddled off to the sidewalk with the speed and agility of a creature that wasn’t made out of over-baked pool sludge, this was new. He also noted that he wasn’t stuck to the road anymore, when what would be expected is that he would be more stuck to the road, all spread across it and soaked into the grooves of the asphalt. But he just got up from being pancaked, which might I add is not a thing easily achieved by most people, or even most things. The second thing he noticed is that Johnny was no where to be seen, and this was the first of the things to actually upset him. Glorbus needed someone else to validate what had happened, and Johnny was the only one around who could make sure Glorbus stayed alive. Glorbus knew however, like the little smart lad that he was, that if he was ever lost and confused, he should just stay where he is, unless he’s in the road, or if someone is actively kidnapping him. 

        Glorbus waited on that sidewalk under the shade of an awning outside of a HomeGoods. While waiting for his companion, Glorbus had many a dream of one eyed creatures dancing about with ribbons and assuring Glorbus that it wasn’t poison. “It’s not poison! It’s normal!” They kept shouting, while Glorbus was desperately seeking knowledge on what exactly “it” was, but he was unable to say anything, because he was slowly morphing into the sun, but it wasn’t the sun, but it also wasn’t not the sun, and then he looked down to see a swarm of beetles, he felt like he was controlling the way the beetles were moving, but randomly the beetles would do something that he didn’t make them do, and every time it would happen, he would get more and more frustrated, until the beetles all flew away, and he woke up. He got to thinking, if I was never able to control the beetles in the first place, I wouldn’t have gotten upset that they acted out of free will, but because I had been able to control them, the fact that I suddenly couldn’t frustrated me. Glorbus woke up to see none other than Johnny himself, sitting perfectly in between Glorbus’s giant eyes, fractured by the perception gap. Poor Johnathan looked shooketh, just staring slightly past Glorbus like he was a ghost, but saying only;

”Damn, I’m no expert, but something about this situation isn’t quite clicking with me.” 

Glorbus gasped so excitedly he nearly swallowed Johnny, (Kirby lookin’ ahh.) to which he then began hysterically regaling the events of the last three chapters, the pancakery, the strange distorted space place, the beings, the chocolate bar of vague powers- Johnny however cut him off.

”it was only a matter of time before you had a dream little one, I know they can be scary, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. It’s over now.” Johnny said this to him in a very dismissive and condescending casual way, but in a way that made him feel smarter, and better about not knowing German bologna about what was really going on.

”I’ve had dreams before, I just had one about dictating a local insect population, this was different!” 

        But Johnny just smiled and shook his head in a very “kids these days” sort of way. Despite having witnessed the pancakery and having no reasonable explanation himself. Lizards be like that sometimes. 

Glorbus knew Johnny was wrong, but didn’t say anything out of the knowledge that it wouldn’t do him any good. 

“Conundrum averted then.” Johnny replied to the silence chipperly “Come now G-bus, the continuous search for food awaits.” 

        Glorbus and Johnny continued on unfettered, waddling along as they always did, but small things started to change, very small things that wouldn’t usually be enough to constitute a normal change, that were only noticed by Glorbus and his unmatched noticing skills; ants marched parallel to him, clouds looked ever slightly more appetizing, humans were spotted at a less frequent rate, and the visible extrusions from plants blossomed in a colorful sort of way that they never had before. These changes went un-remarked upon until Johnny caught a large moth that was fluttering before Glorbus like an escort and said “Lucky bug day huh? Weird.” Glorbus always liked looking at bugs, and here they were, for his viewing pleasure. Glorbus always noticed that clouds look very delectable, and now they were bigger and more attractive and real than ever. He felt discerningly off put and unsettled by these odd changes, yet somehow expected them. He felt imaginatively wet right before they came across a puddle, and when he thought about the weather being cold, the sun loyally poked its rays out of the clouds instinctively. Glorbus, realizing the pattern, wishfully hoped for more plants and bread on their stroll, not expecting anything to happen, and was soon met with piles of discarded loaves flourished by a suburban brush of a few trees and flowery bushes, to the astonishment and ignorant bewilderment of Johnny, and the complete amazing confusion of Glorbus.

"Woah," Johnny exclaimed; "Who dropped the jackpot and why is it arranged so nicely?" But Glorbus just stared at it, quickly coming to a sudden and important realization.

"I WISH FOR FOOD FOR JOHNNY TOO!" He shouted mechanically, and low and behold, several more large moths fluttered down in a precise linear formation before perching themselves conveniently in front of Johnny like little winged dinner plates. Johnny, who at this point had established himself as the voice of reason in most scenarios, gaped in the utmost of shock and bewilderment.