Part 11: in which one desires rescuing

This giant molten man beast grew and grew till all MJ could see was its nakedness. She blushed, well this was awkward. It was naked, and a boy. And naked. With lots of nude on top. Turning her head away from his "area" she wondered how on earth mating rituals of large magma people took place, she giggled as she thought of the words, hot and heavy.
Perhaps this imaginary magma man beast could sense her embarrassment, because it let out this tremendous roar not unlike that of a jet engine with your head inside. She quickly lost her giggles in a pile of scared shit-less, she couldn't run, she couldn't hide, she was incapable of fighting this thing and well she was just scared.

Meanwhile Dino puzzled over her actions. He felt great concern for her well being and was entirely at a loss at what to do. He could not see what she could see, and what she could see seemed pretty dang scary. Perhaps, maybe, if he could or if he did, he wasn't sure of which to use, somehow gain magical powers and be transported to her plain of vision he could help her? He frowned as best he could and scoured his brain for answers and magical properties.

MJ backed up to the edge of her tiny island of safe and gazed deeply into this lava beast mans eyes. He roared and swatted the ever reddening sky. Things where heating up fast and MJ was sure she was about to die for reals.

Part 10: in which fists shake

"I'm sorry?"
"Are you looking for a friend?"
The silence gained momentum with its awkwardness whilst he noodled the thought in his mind.
"Why would you ask such a thing?"
MJ shrugged. Perhaps her lack of brain function had temporarily forced her to ask stupid questions that led to awkward situations such as this.
"Ahhh.... I.... Sorry."
"No need to apologies, it just came out of nowhere and I found it surprising."
She shifted about on the cold ground, realizing that when she stood up it would look as if she peed in her pants.
"Ok."
Shivering heavily she decided to go against her potential embarrassment of wet pants, and hurriedly picked up her fluffy warm winter coat. She sighed in relief as it hugged her back. Suddenly her mind hit a familiar snag in thought patterns and decided to trip environmental balls around her.
The earth shook violently and she found herself falling to the ground and clinging to it like a baby on a bottle. Pieces of slightly snowy ground evaporated into nothingness about her, leaving giant wholes of misfortune and lava. Dino sat still and watched as she star faced herself into the ground.
"Are you ok?" His fake mustache slipped slightly off his large nose mouth area.
"The world is F-ing disappearing!!" Her voice was a shouted whisper of fear. Out of the corner of her eye a large mass of molten lava liquid emerged from the the gaping holes. Its mouth howled in rage at her and its fist shook with horror, how she did not know but it twas terrifying.

Part 9: answers no

Listening to confessions of a dinosaur made MJ feel rather important in the grander scheme of things. As if her mindless meanderings had led her to this imperative occasion, as if she was worth all the time in the world and only she could receive this imperative information. That or her mind was completely fucked.

“MJ?”

“Hmm?”

“You seem to be zoning out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just…” She gazed into his tiny eyes, “it’s just that this seems rather… odd. You know. Me sitting here communicating with you, blah.” His expression changed little but she could view his saddens at her comment. Perhaps he was lonely.

“Are you… did…. Do you need a friend Mr Dino?”

Part 8: Rudness of fire

MJ held the fiery blaze in her eye line for a moment longer before it merely popped out of existence. She rubbed her eyes and expected the large dinosaur in a top hat and fake moustache to disappear too.

He did not

“...what... the?” She shivered noting her lack of coat and fire.

“I enquired if you are in fact high?” He repeated the question and waited on her reply.

“Oh...” she nodded with eyes as big as saucers.

“Well that does explain your rather odd and flamboyant actions.” His tiny T-Rex arms flapped helplessly.

“Bugger my blasted arms.” He looked at MJ who although terrified had not moved. “I’m sorry to ask this, but could you help? You see my chin is itchy and because of my lack of length in my arms I cannot scratch. It really does fudge me up some when any part of my anatomy is uncomfortable.”  The tiny arms wriggled to emphasize his lack of reach. Her face was clouded with suspicion at his request.

“Oh, you needn’t worry my dear, I have no intention of eating you. I only eat Postmen.” She noted his surety at this comment and carefully walked forward.

“Where exactly are you itchy?”

“Left side, right at the back.” She found herself where jaw met neck and lifted up her shaky hand to scratch the irritated section of skin. At first she scratched softly but realised his thick skin would prevent it from working, so she leaned into it. His tail wagged in glee at this most awesome scratch. Sighing loudly, and then grunting he smiled.

“Ahh... thank you so very much... MJ was it?”

“Yes.” She sat back down on the cold ground.

“I hope I haven’t prevented you from going anywhere?”

“I think I was going somewhere but I don’t remember.” She thumbed her forehead in thought.

“Pity.” He gazed sadly at her loss of memory.

“What is your name Mr T-Rex?” She thought she had been rude in not asking sooner and hoped he wouldn’t take offence.

“Well I don’t really have a proper name, but the lion that dropped me off referred to me as Dino. So I stuck with it.” He smiled at his introduction, it seemed almost natural, and scared MJ.

“I’m sorry if this seems rude Mr Dino, but are you a figment of my imagination?”

Dinos’ lack of eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well, you might be completely fudged in the skull and not everything you are viewing is as it appears but I for one am not part of this hallucination.”

“That’s good, I guess.” She nodded.

“I am sorry if I am scarring you, but you do seem calmer than most I have approached. I believe the mind altering substances may relax an individual enough not to be completely shocked at my appearance. Generally they think they’ve gone mental and throw things at me. Very rude.”

Part 7: high as an f*****g kite

Her singing was crass and overly loud to the ear drums. If her neighbours had been home they would have called the S.P.C.A on suspicion that somebody was strangling a deaf cat with an badly tuned violin.

She threw down her coat and hovered at her shirt preparing to pull it over her head, when she inexplicably started banging on her chest in a Tarzans-ish manner, then proceeded to scream fire, fire and point excitedly at the icy snow covered ground. The T-Rex, who until then, had been waiting patiently for this lunatic to calm down, cautiously approached her and tipped his head in greeting.

“Good evening madam... May I enquire as to the manner of you lunacy? Your actions are decidedly curious and I feel that an explanation would do justice to your exhibition, as I would not like to assume anything unjustly.”

MJ paused and looked at the extinct mass before her.

“Me am MJ! You am T-Rex in fancy hat! Me am stare at fire! Fire!” A quizzical expression traced the leathery face of the dinosaur.

“A fire you say?” He viewed the area of her gaze with suspicion.

“Fire! Fire!” She squatted before the invisible flames to soak up its warmth and light. The dinosaur frowned at what he could not see, but sat down and gazed intently at her.

“Madam... Are you high?”