Raising a Joker

"Oh, look at that slut!" Fanfar was referring to Kiti, whose adorable and cruel face illuminated the empty space he was in. "But it's pleasing to hear. Wait, I'll write this down somewhere." He looked around for a place to write it down.

He stood on a thin, transparent platform in a 1 m x 1 m area. The void, decorated with splatters of pastel colors, surrounded him.

"Let me level up and see what I can do to you, Kiti," he said with ambition.

He looked at his feet, his bunny slipshoes, and, of course, his pink pajamas.

"Perfect choice for the dream dimension," he said mockingly.

He then dragged his foot, or rather, his rabbit, onto the platform.

"Is this plexiglass?"

Unsure, he kneeled down and tested the ground with his fingers. "I think so," he said and tested the ground's border with his finger. "Is it thinner than tulle? Is it a super material?"

He reached out, cautiously, into the void.