Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 10

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#139 of Tik Tik's Tower

Bold new adventures await Tik Tik, don't they?

This is an entry into my holiday series. What started out as a simple story got really weird because I got covid halfway through writing it. Enjoy this fever dream!

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"Tik Tik can deduct this from things if we list Cynwrig as dependent. Also, if Tik Tik is married, can file jointly?"

Tik Tik taps the tip of her snout with her pen, focusing on lines upon lines of text. "There just so much to remember, and why do any of it?"

Miss Harrison sighs. "You don't want to be shortchanged, do you?"

"Tik Tik much rather go on major sleep journey again," the kobold admits, handing the paper over toward Miss Harrison, "But Tik Tik think we're done now, for real, this time."

Miss Harrison nods, taking the papers from Tik Tik. She looks over each form, her crimson eyes scanning every detail, her lips mouthing what's written there. "Everything checks out. I hope you've enjoyed your time learning all about taxes."

"Tik Tik didn't learn anything about taxes! Tik Tik learns get someone else do them and pay them money to not think about it."

Miss Harrison smirks, filing the papers away. "And that, miss Tik Tik, is trick behind everything."

Tik Tik blinks, and she snickers, shaking her head. "Fun trick. Much like kobold trap. Make things so complicated no one want do it. Whoever make this plan is meanie evil head. Almost as if... demonic?"

Miss Harrison shrugs. "One doesn't have to be demonic to be sinister. I'm sure you know that well enough. Anyway, I must bid you adieu. Many do not know the wonderful world of taxes and need my help."

The rabbit floats back into the darkness of the kobold's tower, but Tik Tik holds a hand out, calling for her to stop.

Miss Harrison heeds her call, quirking an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"How much of it was real?" Tik Tik asks. "The dream and seeing you and being Tikvah and being Tik Tik, and sucking off a goat guy?"

Miss Harrison chuckles. "Oh, Tik Tik, real is just an illusion; you should know that. Your dreams are as real as you are. Explore them, if you may, and see where they go."

With that, she turns around, walking and disappearing, not in a swarm of bats or mist, but just vanishing.

Tik Tik slumps back in her seat. "Dreams are just as real as here? What does that mean?"

Eshere forms behind the kobold, a frown upon her slimy face. "Miss Tik, are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just finishing up my taxes with Miss Harrison. She left, and we're all in the clear, thank goodness!"

Eshere frowns. "That was a powerful spell you hit yourself with; the physician says it should wear off soon."

Tik Tik groans and leans back. "Another dream? How much of this can I take!? I just want to get back to real life and be done with all this jumping around dreamland!"

Eshere shrugs. "I'm not sure, Miss Tik, but there is much to gain from a dreamland as there is from the real world. You wouldn't have met Miss Harrison if it weren't for the dreamland."

"I wish I could explore it while knowing its a dream, though."

Eshere slides over to the edge of the chamber. There, she slides open the window. "You can."

Tik Tik hops from her seat and approaches the balcony. There, her mind's eye is filled with wonder and horror. Beyond her mortal comprehension, here in this is a dreadful plateau--like a nightmare--a terrifying frontier far beyond anything Tik Tik could imagine in her world and wanderings.

"Eshere..." Tik Tik begins, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Do you see it? There's so much more to discover in this realm of dreams: many creatures and societies. How do they live? Do they make friends? Are they sexy?"

Eshere smirks. "Well, I suppose there's only one way for you to find that out, now?"

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Tik Tik's eyes open up, her head throbbing. She groans and rolls onto her stomach. "Guuuh.... Eshere! Cynwrig...! Anyone!"

Eshere arrives before the kobold. "Yes, Miss Tik? How are you feeling?"

"Tik Tik feel sick sick! Why?" She whines.

"The doctor said you'd still feel the effects for a few days. Has the medicine been helping you sleep?"

Tik Tik's bloodshot eye opens up, a smile creeping over her face. "Oh, very much," she says, her voice weak. "There so much for Tik Tik to discover with that root. Please, order more. I must explore the land of dreams! I wanna see Tikva and Miss Harrison again, and I want to have sexy time with dream monsters!"

Eshere frowns. "Perhaps, we should check on lowering the dosage. Oh, right, before I forget, your financial report came in. I've paid what you owe out of the reserves."

"Ah, so easy," Tik Tik says, lying on her back. "Imagine the nightmare if we had to count the money ourselves."

"That," Eshere pauses, frowning, "Sounds overly complicated."

"In another world, that's how they do things," Tik Tik says, nodding. "But that's a world to explore for another day. Get me some juice and something to eat. I think I'll go back to sleep and see where my mind retakes me."

"Very well, Miss Tik."

And so, Tik Tik closes her eyes, curled up naked in her bed, off to dream once more in some nightmarish adventure.