Harsh lights danced across his vision, static and white noise filling his ears and mixing in with the muffled yell of voices. He could hear people shouting and panicking, the distant beep of a machine slowing in the background.

Where the hell was he?

All he could remember was crossing the road with his brother without looking properly, and then the screeching of tires as a truck thundered towards them. His brother had screamed for him to move but it was too late, the front of the truck ramming right into him. Everything had gone black after that, and here they were.

"We're loosing him." A voice said, sounded muted and warped.

"No we can't! B-Brother please!" A voice screamed, the feeling of something grabbing his shoulders being aware.

"Sir, please step back from the patient." Someone said, followed by yells and shouts of protest along with struggling. "N-No please!"

His 'ears' droned the people out, focusing on the soft slow beeping of the machine. It was a steady, constant blip, sounding rather like a heart beat. His conscious slipped a bit as it slowed and the annoying screaming came back louder than before this time. Why couldn't it stop? Why couldn't all of it stop?

The beeping slowed further and further, screams only elevating as it went flat, a long droning wail from the machine resounding.

And then suddenly he woke up, his eye flashing open and a choked gasp leaving him as he doubled over, wheezing. His eye darted about frantically, trying to figure out where he was.

He found himself in a small room with his white walls and a light wooden floor. A dark grey fluffy rug was laid lopsidedly on the floor, its surface littered with colourful crayons and pieces of paper. Plastic cars and toys were strewn all over the floor, boxes being filled to the brim with them. They were labeled with eccentric and bright stickers reading "Lego", "cars", "toys" and "colouring".

"What the...?" He turned around, staring at the large oak wardrobe stood behind him with the doors slightly ajar. It was carved and decorated, twisted wood curling up the sides and shaping vines. The surface was plastered with scribbly drawings, messy sketches of people, animals, cliché houses and family. All the colours were surprisingly accurate, apart from one picture where all the character's skin were green. Inside it was stuffed with small clothes clothes that looked like they fitted a child. God they'd be miles far to small for him. The colour range of them was minimal, all of them being in the grey scale from white to black. A few purple sweaters and coloured tops were folded in there as well, but otherwise the majority was all clean back and white.

"Where am I?" He muttered, staring at the end of the room where a small bed stuffed to the brim of toys stood, a purple blanket with white clouds imprinted on it, a matching pillow. Fluffy lions giraffes, geese, peacock and snake toys were tucked cutely under the covers, having been lined up like in a cartoon.

A large window shone light down on the bed, pale blue curtains pulled back and fixed into place to show the bright view of the grassy garden outside. A swing and a slide stood in the shade of a tree, a gravely path winding through the flowerbeds down to the end where a tall wooden fence stood with hanging baskets full with flowers and leafy plants that draped down to the ground.

"I..." Was this supposed to be heaven? Surely he didn't deserve to be there. He'd done so many bad things in his life, enough to surely damn him to hell. God he'd been a literal monster his whole life, never being nice to anyone. But this really wasn't what he imagined hell to be like at all.

A sudden bang rang out behind him and he nearly screamed, whipping around in time to see the door slam open and bang against the wardrobe. He stumbled back over a pile of Lego, yelling as one dug into his foot though the sole of his slipper. He fell onto the bed, panting harshly as he waited for his assigned torturer to walk through the door with knives and a whip.

Yet instead of the demon he was expecting, a child walked through. They froze as soon as they saw him, looking up with big, wide mismatched eyes. They were small, looking around the age of six or seven. They wore a black sweater with a loose white poncho-style top over it. He wore black shorts with white X's on them, scuffed and worn trainers on his feet. Hanging from his neck, a golden locket hung, bumping gently against his neck as he stared up at the tall male. His pupils were both different colours, one red and one white. They sparkled with excitement as soon as he saw him, their mouth widening into a grin.

"You're here!" He squealed, rushing forwards and flinging his arms around his waist in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're actually here!"

"Wh- I- I don't--" He spluttered nonsense, hands raised high in the air as he stared down at the seemingly ecstatic child. "Y-You were expecting me?"

"Yeah!" He giggled happily, pushing Nightmare down onto the bed with surprising force and jumping onto his lap happily, face pressed into his chest. "I've been waiting for you..."

"You have? I-I don't understand--" He yelped, finding himself rather uncomfortable with the situation. "I- where am I?"

"My bedroom of course, silly!" He giggled, digging his face into his chest and purring happily.

"I- well, I gathered that- b-but why am I here?" He grunted and pushed the small boy off of him, plopping him on the bed and walking away from him quickly.

The kid frowned, sliding off of the bed and slowly walking over to him. "Are you okay, Nightmare?"

"Wh- h-how do you know my name?!" He choked, pressing himself against the wall and gulping in harsh breaths.

The boy went to answer before suddenly the door opened and swung open, a woman stepping in.

"Cross, sweetie are you in here?" She called, staring down at the boy and smiling.

"Yes mum!" He grinned, giving a gappy-toothed smile.

He stared at the woman gasping and tripping towards her. "Woman- you have to help me, I-I'm in your kid's room and I don't know wh--" He froze up in surprise as the woman physically walked right through him. She payed no attention to him, as if he didn't even exist.

A scream left his mouth and he doubled over, clutching his chest as a cold icey feeling washed over him like river rapids. He felt himself all over, staring in shock at the back of the woman. She'd just walked through him. Properly through him.

"How- what- I-I don't--" He stepped around her, waving his hand in front of her face quickly. He got no reaction. None whatsoever. She just smiled at the little boy and took his hand.

"I heard you talking up here a minute ago, who were you talking to darling?" She asked, rubbing the top of his skull fondly and ignoring Nightmare as he stuck his hand right through her stomach to no reaction apart from the horrible icy feeling he got hat made his whole arm go numb.

"I was taking to my new friend!" He said proudly, pointing at the male who had now backed up into the corner of the room, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

The mum looked into the corner of the room in surprise, her dark eyes seeming to stare right through him. "Oh, are they a new friend?"

"Mhm!" He clapped his hands together with glee, jumping up and down. "He finally came mum! After all my wishing and hoping!"

She nodded and crouched down, gathering up all the pieces of paper scattered across the carpet and shuffling through them. "Is it the new dark man you've been drawing?"

Nightmare inhaled sharply, his body shaking horribly as he stepped over to look at what the kid was excitedly pointing to.

"Yes! That's the one, there!" He jabbed his finger at a drawing before pointing to Nightmare.

The skeleton stared down at it and nearly keeled over, his soul thundering in his chest and throat clogging up. He ran backwards, his shoulder slamming into into the corner of the wardrobe and sending him crashing to the ground. Surprisingly enough he didn't feel it, his body not even feeling the pain.

But that wasn't what he was focusing on, his breath ragged and harsh. That drawing, it had been of him. It was messy and scribbly, but a clear depiction of a skeleton with dark bones, four wiggly tentacles and one blue eye. That was him.

"Oh that's lovely darling." The mum cooed, having no recognition for the panicking male behind her. After all, he seemed to be invisible.

"Do you like him?" He asked, looking over at Nightmare obliviously.

"Yes, he's wonderful." She smiled happily and kissed the top of his skull. "I'm sure he'll make a great new imaginary friend."

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So yea, Nightmare died. And now he's trapped as a young oreo's imaginary best friend-

uwuwuwuwuwu im in love with this concept already lmao-–

Like I have loads of ideas sidhjsjsjxjsn

I hope you're interested with the idea and look forwards to more so yea. I think it's pretty cute ngl.

I want to say more but I think explanations can wait till next chapter cuz they'll be more relevant I guess :3

-Jess-