[Hush, we still have a few le funnies... The nightmares are written in centered italic, and waking hour refers to after they've woken up. Suggested by lots of people, so here's the self-regenerating cookie! (.:::.)]

Jeffy the Nightmare Potato Prince

(Please! No! No! Anything but this! I won't- I can't- I don't wanna...)

All around him; the suffocating stench of smoke engulfed his senses. He tried to cry out for someone to help him, but only choked and lost his last breath of pure air.

(I don't wanna die this way!)

Glowing orange sparks splayed past his vision, flying from an unstoppable blaze. It welled up like the belly of a balloon - and then it burst free, flames emerging from below in a towering blast of heat.

(I DON'T WANNA DIE!)

He tipped his whole head back and let out a primal scream as the fire ignited him, burning away his doused skin and every fibre of himself along with it.

-Waking Hour-

You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing activity in the kitchen. Normally this wouldn't bother you - but it was running water, not a new fridge being shoved through the window by a blonde midget.

D/N trotted briskly by your side, curious about the noise too. Or maybe she/he was just hungry and looking for dropped snacks. T'was likely the latter.

Upon looking into the kitchen, you got quite a surprise.

BEN was attempting to yank a fully roasted turkey out of the oven, making little grunts and complaints about the deceptive size of cooking appliances' doors nowadays.

And Jeff was sitting on the kitchen sink's rim, head ducked underneath a running tap with cold turned to maximum. Water ran off his fabulous soaked hair in shimmering sheets.

"Jeffy boy?" You called, gaining BEN's attention instead.

In a panic, the little elf looked around for a place to hide. Since all the reasonable places were obviously too much effort to reach, he eyed the turkey instead. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Not-so-unfortunately, we can't disclose what happened next. You know, with Phantom's obsession about keeping the rating below 18+ and all that.

With BEN stowed away in his "ingenious" hiding place, you were free to cross the kitchen and give Jeff a brief thump on the back to check for breathing.

"What happened to you?"

He looked up; his eyebrows and face contor gave away that he was upset. "I had a- a nightmare - and now my skin won't stop burning..." The crazy killer rasped, bleary eyed.

You sighed and gently leaned over to give him a butterfly kiss on the nose, subtly reaching around his back to turn off the tap. "Take a shower instead. I'll let you use my special shampoo."

Jeff insisted that you helped him, because he was incapable of proper function due to fatigue.

What that really meant, was him sitting on a chair, in the shower, and you doing all the soaping and shampooing and scrubbing. And towelling him off afterwards. And helping him into pyjamas.

... And then letting him sleep in your cozy bed.

Honestly, between Jeff and D/N, there was no room for you. So you ended up in the doggy basket.

Ah, the ups and downs of killer romance.

BEN Drowned... Inside the roasted turkey?

He sat amidst the ruins of a destroyed game store, sitting on a macabre throne of empty packets. A worn-and-torn Mac Donald's crown rested lopsidedly on his head.

(Twerking has been banned...)

A poster blew by; featuring a picture of Miley Cyrus at her final concert. The star had retired early from fame, never to make another music video.

(The Doritos company went bankrupt after a catastrophic monopoly accident...)

Junk food had been outlawed by a government being mind controlled by mutant vegetables. A yum-yum rebellion had risen, but they were soon brainwashed and their free will replaced by carrots.

(It's an apocalyptic disaster; this world without entertainment. What else is there to live for?)

With that, he slowly rose from the throne. The scenery changed; he was now standing on the edge of cliff, not completely unlike the one from the Twilight saga.

(Lead me to yum-yum heaven, Edward!)

The little blonde elf jumped, plummeting into a sea of marshmallows and squeaky ghosts of C/Ns. Laughing Jack was paddling around somewhere in there too.

- Waking Hour -

BEN shot up from sleep, and hit his head on something that may or may not have been the inside of a roasted turkey. "Waaah!"

He took a moment to study his surroundings, and realize that he'd fallen asleep buried inside the stuffing.

"Phew..." BEN extravagantly wiped his brow. "I'm never getting eaten by my dinner before bed again!"

Dark Link~

He flashed a victorious smirk; this was going to be an easy, messy win. His feet leapt from the blunt of Link's sword; he swung his own in an arc.

(DIE!)

The blade soared so easily through flesh and bone; the head rolled away with a wave of blood. He struck his victory pose and laughed darkly, kicking the body over.

(Ha! So much for the hero of... Hyrule...)

It wasn't Link. They wore his clothing, but this body was female. A nervous trickle of sweat crept down the nape of his neck; it looked familiar...

(N-No, it can't be... It can't be...)

He left bloody footprints on the ground as he strode towards the decapitated head, eventually speeding his pace into a wild run. He stopped by it, stooped down to turn it over with a trembling hand.

Y/N's heartbroken face, liquid life oozing from her beautiful lips.

(......)

Suddenly the world turned dark, darker than him. All the colour faded.

He quietly dropped to the ground, rolled on his back, and pointed the bloodstained sword at his own self. Closing eyes to the bleak sky.

A shock of bright red adorned the dull, dull grass.

-Waking Hour-

Dark Link hugged you tightly from behind, waking you from a weird dream about the ghost of C/N trying to stuff you into an ice cream machine.

The shadow sobbed into your shoulder, gently curling his hands over your precious neck to reassure that it was still attached to you. And then he cried even harder.

You twisted around to give him a kiss on the head, tried to reassure him that everything was fine. Of course, you knew it was a terrible nightmare about killing you; it was a reoccurring theme.

But he couldn't be consoled this time, and he didn't calm down until you dragged him downstairs for hot chocolate and warm cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles.

Heck, even the ghost of C/N joined in on the spirit-lifting snuggle fest. For the free cocoa.

Laughing Jack-In-A-Box

His heart ached, and he grew to despise the sound of its beating. He wanted his fingers to turn into claws, so so that he could gorge it out and stop the hum for good.

(... Am I a bad friend?)

He twirled a lock of scarlet hair around his finger, watching the strands twist. But what was this? When he let go - a bit of red dripped off, like paint in the rain.

The colour splashed onto the bleak floor and faded, despite his best efforts to scoop it up and stick it back on. Followed by another. And another. And another.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

(M-My colours... I'm washing out...)

A pool of vivid rainbow was collecting by his feet, soaking through the bottom of the box. Leaving him bare and monochrome. The darkness and gloom were towering over him.

(Is-Isaac... Please open the box and let me out... I'm scared... I promise I'll be good...)

Time healed all wounds. And sometimes, Time did the wounding.

~ Waking Hour ~

Laughing Jack stirred from sleep and slowly drew his knees to his chest, clutching sadly at the stripy blankets. Apart from E.J's soft snoring, the room was devastatingly quiet.

He'd picked the wrong day to skip a sleepover at Y/N's. She would've comforted him. She loved him.

The monochrome clown swung his legs over the edge of the bed and slunk out barefoot, without causing his kidney-stuffed roommate any disturbance.

As long as someone like Y/N loves me... I'm still a happy clown.

He didn't feel like drinking anything sweet, so he zipped off to Smiley's surgery for water. The not-so-good doctor's room was closer, his sink had a filter, and he always kept a clean glass handy.

On the way, he heard a scream...

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta- Whoops, we're already there.
[It's longer than I planned. My apologies.]

The surgery's lights were on max, blinding L.J for a moment. He shielded his eyes and stepped into a relatively shadowy corner, right next to the sink.

Zalgo and Slenderman were holding back the arms of a furious Smirky, who was screaming out at the top of his lungs and lashing out at both of them.

"What did you do?! He wasn't this strong yesterday!" The faceless creepypasta demanded, trying not to be bitten or kicked in the slendernutella.

"Why ask me?!" The prince of darkness snapped back. "My secret formulas are none of your business!"

Smiley was backed in a corner, looking pretty alarmed. A set of scratches ran down his face, flushed a sore-looking shade of red. He'd obviously taken a tumble straight out of bed.

L.J casually slunk past the chaos and sat down next to him, causally sipping a glass of water. "What's going on here?"

The not-so-good doctor laughed uncertainly.

"O-Oh, nothing. He just had a little nightmare about chocolate and decided to take it out on me. Threw me off the bed and tried to strangle me, actually."

Smirky screeched again, landing a hit across Zalgo's face with his bloodied nails, which raked right across the demon's eyes. Understandably, Zalgo screamed like a little girl and dropped him at once.

Thankfully, Slenderman was much more reliable. Although, it did take over a dozen tentacles wrapped tight enough to bend steel to fully restrain Smirky, who simply would not stop screaming and struggling.

He went on for a full fifteen minutes, stopping only when his last reserve of energy was well and truely spent.

L.J eyed the scene intently, feeling much better about his own nightmare.

"At least I'm not the one going ballistic over a dream about chocolate. That's absurd."

Smiley shrugged his shoulders with an all too-perfect smile. "Well, he is quite crazy."

Heh... Heh... Heh...

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A/N: The end part is probably more understandable to We're All Crazy Here's readers. To be honest, I forgot that the 'chocolate trick' was in a different book... Oops.

Well, those nightmares went pretty bad. Especially Dark Link's. Stop off here for free puppies and yummy snacks if you need a pick-me-up! The humour train is on its way!

Suggestions for le special chapter are still open! I'm definitely not going to make the deadline, but that'll give me more time to write a good one. Always look on the bright side of life! :3

A certain Cheshire's idea was recently noticed by Zalgo, who decided to jot it down for inspiration purposes. (Sadly, he lost the notes and couldn't find them in time... DX)

And a reoccurring checkpoint suggestion has been noticed... And noted. That's all, folks!

Toodles~!
TheNightPhantom