Two flowers bloom on both sides of the Perfect Predator, a red on his left, and a blue on his right. The Perfect Predator makes the first move, spreading a pink nectar from its maw, emitting a sickly sweet scent that induces joy on the whole party while sticking them to the ground, slowing their movements.

The red flower focuses, preparing some sort of attack as the blue flower magically conjures a raincloud above Perfect Predator's head, the cold droplets inducing sadness in the plant.

Joey strikes first of the party, hitting the entire plant with a sweeping kick, the blue flower leaning out of the way and avoiding attack, while the red flower was struck in the heart.

Henry is second, smiling at the head to charm the head of The Perfect Predator, hoping to soften the blows the party will soon receive.

Spacekid blasts the red flower, striking it right in the heart with his raygun and nods to Brokenheart.

Brokenheart swings her flail at the flower, hoping to finish it off, but it's not quite enough.

The red flower blasts Henry's party with a collum of orange fire, burning all of them.

This is followed up by the head, which chomps down on Spacekid, the blow enough to make him TOAST.

Finally the blue flower calls down snowfall, which chills the party, causing them to shiver. This renders it harder to land attacks due to an inability to keep their hands still.

Joey tries to drop kick the red flower bus misses, landing on the hard forest flower and injuring his back.

Brokenheart swings her flail at the red flower, the spiked weapon landing right in the heart.

The red flower spreads some sort of mystical red pollen over the Perfect Predator, boosting the power of its attacks. The head then tries to bite Joey, only for Joey to narrowly avoid its gaping maw. The blue flower calls upon cold winds, which sends shivers up the party's spines, the chill slowing their movements.

Joey uses some life jam on Spacekid, restoring him to life. Brokenheart charges forward aiming for the heart of the enemy and breaking it. The blow destroyes her target, the red flower, and its petals fall to the forest floor.

Henry takes out a whole pizza, offering it to his allies to nourish then and restore their strength.

The head snaps at at Henry who has its fangs land right in his heart...

...

But Henry did not succumb.

The blue flower calls down a raincloud on the head, the freezing droplets inflicting depression on the plant.

Joey now turns his attention to the blue flower, and drop kicks it, dealing a heavy blow to it, this is followed by a shot to the heart from Spacekid.

Brokenheart pleads with the head, begging it not to hurt her allies in an attempt to lessen the severity of its blows.

Henry grips his frying pan and takes a deep breath as he looks at the blue flower, taking aim. He then charges, striking it in the heart, sending pedals flying everywhere.

Henry gives an order, "It can't be made sad anymore! Anger the head!"

The head lets out a roar, boosting its own strength in a last ditch effort to win.

Joey offers a present to the head, but it's not what the head wanted, angering it.

Spacekid fires his gun, the ray going clean through with a truly moving attack. While the head is still recoiling, Brokenheart goes all in, putting all her strength in a series of blows.

The head collects itself only to be met by a frying pan which deals the killing blow, slaying the Perfect Predator.

"Imperfect filth," the pastor growls.

"You have the Culprit don't you?" Henry demands, "Hand him over."

"A trade mayhaps," the cultist suggests, "He did commit the perfect crime so he is a valuable symbol, but we must cleanse the imperfections that our God spawned from."

"Explain," Spacekid demands, sensing malice, he steps in front of Brokenheart to protect her.

"Give us Brokenheart's head," the cultist explains, "And the Culprit is yours!"

"Woah Hell no!" Joey exclaims, "We-"

Henry stops him, and speaks his own piece, "She may not be perfect, but who is? She is a kind hearted young woman whom we all cherish, a dear friend."

"She's not who she used to be anymore," Spacekid adds, "She's our friend and we stick together."

"We would never trade her away," Joey adds, "We care about her."

"You guys..." Brokenheart responds, wiping away happy tears, "I... I don't know what to say. Thank you. You're all the best friends a girl could have."

"Well we tried," the cultist sighs, "Get them!"

Countless crusading bears rush from the trees, grabbing the group and dragging then into the sprout mole village...

Sweetheart's allies are kept in cages behind her as she is sat at a table in what was once her castle, now morphed into a large church, where a pastor in pink robes with hot pink trimmings stands at the altar, he stands below a massive stained glass window of Perfectheart, two cages tarped behind him.

"Welcome to the First Church of Perfectheart," the pastor greets.

"Let my friends go," Brokenheart growls, "Or else."

"Now now do listen first," the pastor demands eating a doughnut as a sly slight at Brokenheart, "You were once named Sweetheart, and you visited Humphrey, having three clones made. Yes?"

"And that gives you the right to attack us why?"

"Three were made from the mother, one was perfect, a God who went to the snowy mountains, and two other remained in the whale. You are the mother who made a God, but, that God is perfect. You and the others are obsolete. Perfectheart will guide us to a perfect world, and we will erase any imperfections from her world."

"So you claim you're perfect to destory what you don't like?"

"Pardon?"

"As a being like myself, not God, you are imperfect too. No mortal can be perfect. Your view of perfection is in and of itself imperfect thus, you are merely using a God to defend your owns sins. You're a zealot."

"And what are you!?!" The pastor screams in rage, "Nothing but a broken old hag! Narcaccistic and filthy and not worth the air she breathes! Behold!"

The tarped cages reveal their contents, Roboheart, and Mutantheart, "You three are failures of our perfect God! You deserve to die! For our perfect world!"

"I deserve to die?" Brokenheart chuckles, "Me? Do you know who I am?"

Brokenheart slams her flail on the floor, shattering the floor where it lands, "I am a changed woman! I have worked and will continue to work to be better! You will not hurt my friends! You will not hurt Mutantheart or Roboheart! DO YOU KNOW? WHO I AM! I! AM! SWEETHEART! And... I am not perfect, and while I was once a horrible person, and while I will continue to be better, being just me and doing my best, is enough."

Sweetheart steadies her stance and demands, "Have at you!"

Brokenheart charges the Perfect Pastor.

Brokenheart has changed.

Brokenheart recalled slap.

Brokenheart recalled flail swing.

Brokenheart recalled taunt.

Brokenheart is once more Sweetheart...

And Sweetheart is enough.

The Perfect Pastor stands her, screaming, "Well then! I will cleanse your imperfection from this world!"

Sweetheart charges, the Perfect Pastor stands before her. He gathers strength in his hands, ready to take on the doughnut one on one.

Sweetheart slaps the pastor in the face, making him angry and injuring him.

The Perfect Pastor shoots a weak beam of energy from his hand, a poor attempt to mimic the power of Perfect Heart, but still a powerful blow.

Sweetheart winks at her own reflection in a decorative vase, making herself happy.

The Perfect Pastor once more charges a beam in his hands.

Finally, Sweetheart swings her flail full force, dealing a moving blow to the heart which finishes off the pastor.

The Perfect Pastor has changed.

The Perfect Pastor has become the Imperfect Zealot.

The zealot falls to his knees, growling bitterly, "You..."

"We will never be perfect," Sweetheart explains, "But we can always be better. You are currently a worthless dream with a wicked heart, a zealot. Take your church, leave, and I better not hear about you hurting anyone else."

The Imperfect Zealot growls, "You'll pay for this... we... will be perfect."

The Imperfect Zealot limps away, leaving Sweetheart to free Spacekid and the rest of her friends.

"Are you guys OK?" She inquires.

"We're fine," Joey replies, "Thank you."

"We need to get the others," Henry reminds.

Sweetheart nods, "I'll get Mutantheart, Spacekid, you get Roboheart."

The two approach and open the cells.

Mutantheart looks at her, after so long. How long as it been? Could it really be here?

"It's OK," Sweetheart assures her, "It's going to be OK."

And Mutantheart makes a request, "Friend... please..."

"I'm sorry I left you behind in that whale," Sweetheart replies, embracing the slimy girl, "I'll always be your friend from now on."

"Me... happy..." Mutantheart replies, "You... happy... too?"

Sweetheart smiles, genuinely at her new friend and replies, "Yes. Yes I am."

Spacekid helps Roboheart out of her cell, inquiring, "You OK?"

"Bzzzzzt," Roboheart responds.

"Oh you need a new voice chip," Spacekid responds, "Luckily, I have a spare."

Spacekid hands it to Roboheart who takes it and replies, "Thank you. Thank you! I can actually say that! I'm so happy!"

Roboheart suddenly grabs Spacekid in a hug, "I've wanted to be able to express myself for so long! Thank you!"

"You..." Mutantheart inquires, "Jealous?"

"No," Sweetheart chuckles, "I'm happy for them. Besides I... love someone else. My hero you could say."

"We're forgetting something," Joey reminds.

"Right," Henry replies, "Zealot! Wait!"

The Imperfect Zealot stops dead in his tracks. Henry demands, "Where is the Culprit?"

"He was visiting us to discuss matters of his faith," the Imperfect Zealot explains, "However when he slighted our God, before I could cleanse the world of this blasphemous fool who commited the Perfect crime and yet rejected perfection, gators rushed in and kidnapped him. Something about the Last Resort?"

"Thank you," Henry replies, "Keep walking."

The Imperfect Zealot leaves.

"So what do we do now?" Joey inquires, "Should get some shut eye right?"

"Friend have sleepover?" Mutantheart requests.

"Yeah you guys can crash here just go outside a friend of mine can fix this place," Sweetheart replies.

The others go outside, Spacekid staying explaining, "I think I left something here I'll be right out."

With the others gone Spacekid explains, "You should ask him to prepare a grave."

"No," Sweetheart shakes her head, "He has one more dream in him I'm sure."

"You don't know that."

"You don't know he doesn't."

"Everyone's told you he can't love you. He has to wake up someday."

"Lemme talk to the Keeper of the Castle. Maybe he'll say otherwise."

"He's gonna agree with us."

"... I know but..."

"I understand," Spacekid sighs, "I'm here for you. I know it's hard. I gotta admit... I do miss Omori. He was a good kid. He... was a good dreamer. So I understand to an extent at least."

"Thank you," Sweetheart replies, "Now if you'll excuse me I do need to speak with him."

Spacekid nods and leaves.

Sweetheart calls out, "Keeper!"

The Keeper of the Castle reveals himself, speaking in a somber tone, a very deep voice echoing off the walls, "Oh how tragic, a dream falls for a dreamer. Sweetheart, I am truly sorry."

"So it's true?" Sweetheart demands holding back tears, "Like Omori..."

"One day Henry must awaken and never return." The Keeper confirms.

"Why? Why can't he stay with me?" Sweetheart demands sadly, while maintaining composure.

"This place, this, Headspace, is a land of dreams, many dreams like this one exist in an endless ocean, endless islands from endless dreamers. This ocean is the Collective Unconscious of mankind in which we exist." The Keeper explains, speaking in a tone similar to a doctor, formal while hiding his sadness, like a doctor informing a loved one about a patient's illness.

"Why is he in this dream? Why not his own?" Sweetheart inquires, confused by this fact, and a tinge of anger in her voice. At least if he hasn't here, she wouldn't miss him when he leaves.

The Keeper elaborates on the situation, maintaining this formal tone, "He was close to the last dreamer, Sunny, who left, and being close to Sunny, he was drawn to this dream. A dream that bends to him, but like any dream, it can bend, but will not break without self destruction. Those who are dreamed up have free will and hearts, we will exist when he awakens, if that is something you fear. You will persist as a living being without his dreaming."

"But..." Sweetheart demands sadly, deep down hoping for an alternative but knowing deep down Henry's leaving of this dream us inevitable. "What if I want him to keep dreaming? What if I'm tired of secretly crying myself to sleep cause one day he's not gonna wake up again? He's going to go sleep in this dream and, to me, die, never to awaken here."

With a sigh, the Keeper softens his tone as he try to comfort his daughter, "I am truly sorry your heart has been stolen by the dreamer, it is a tragic thing. I am afraid there is nothing to be done. We are not real to him, just as he is not truly real to us. To him, we are a dream, and to us, he is the same. Should it bring you peace, fittingly given this place's current form as a church, if there is a God and Heaven, and we are alive, we must have souls. Anything with free will must have a soul and dreams do have free will and are alive. If this is true, then I see no reason you would not both go to the same Heaven."

"So I wait to die is that it?" Sweetheart demands, trying not to lash out in anger at this whole mess.

"No." The Keeper corrects her calmly, "You live your best, and see him when that ends. Use this to give yourself the peace of mind to focus on life."

"OK..." Sweetheart, sadly accepting that there is no other way but happy that the Keeper is here for her. "Thank you..."

"Do you wish me to return your castle?" The Keeper inquires in a kind tone, hoping to give Sweetheart something to smile about to ease her pain

"No," Sweetheart corrects as the weight of the situation weighs down on her in her time. "I want you to make OUR castle, for me and my friends, not me alone, and... when it is time for Henry to go..."

Sweetheart is crying, but collects herself for an important request, "I want... I want him to have a peaceful place... to close his eyes... can... can you do that for me?"

"Yes," The Keeper replies, offering her a hug to comfort her, "You have grown into a wonderful young woman. Back in the desert, I knew you had good in your heart and I hoped one day you could live up to it. I am proud of you, Sweetheart. Now, let us begin."

Henry and co wait outside when Sweetheart climbs down the ladder and explains, "OK guys it's ready."

The others follow her into a castle split into 3 sections, one space themed, one much like the old, and one themed around karate.

"Yoooo!" Joey exclaims examining the kick boxing area, "Is this my room?"

Sweetheart nods, "There's enough beds for everyone."

"Even friend?" Mutantheart asks.

"Yes there's a room for you down the hall from mine," Sweetheart replies with a smile.

"This is nice," Spacekid replies, "Well, let's break the place in, get some sleep. Goodnight guys."

He walks off, Roboheart stopping him and requesting, "My metal body gets cold at night. May I... hold you? You're warm."

"Uhhhh..." Spacekid replies blushing, "Sure. That's fine by me."

Spacekid and Roboheart exit to his room.

Joey walks towards his stating, "Goodnight guys. Time for some sleep eh?"

Mutantheart inquiring, "Friend sleeping too?"

"I need to talk to Henry buddy," Sweetheart explains, "You go on to bed."

Mutantheart replies, "OK friend."

She too leaves, leaving the duo alone to talk.

"We've come pretty far," Henry comments, "Couldn't have done it without you."

"Same to you," Sweetheart replies, "Without you I would have died of self loathing."

"Let's not think about what could have been let's focus on what is. What did you wanna ask?"

"Henry you know what you are... Right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You can't truly love me... can you?"

"... I can't recall why, but no, I can't. Why? What is this feeling in my stomach telling me I can't for a reason I can't place into words?"

"Can you do... one thing for me?"

"Sure."

"I don't know when it's going to happen, but I fear someday you won't wake up. So... can I hold you? Just once? I just want to cuddle you, know you're here in my arms for one night."

"Yeah... I can do that for you but what do you mean I won't wake up?"

"Don't worry," Sweetheart replies with a bittersweet smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "For now don't worry, just let me hold you in my arms and gently drift off to sleep. I think you'll wake up, just one more time."

Henry nods in understanding and follows Sweetheart to her room.

...

Henry awakens the next morning.

What was he dreaming about it was important...

Must not be to important if he doesn't recall, he decides...