He has fears, but in the end why fear what can never kill you? Fear what makes you keep living your personal hell.

-@ harrish6, Healing What Has Been Broken

You felt like you were being watched. It was...very unsettling, to say the least. Whatever or whoever was watching didn't try anything but it was creeping you out. So you went back, fixed some new sheets then went to bed.

The feeling never ceased. But you've made sure that everything is fine and everything's locked. Who was it? Why? Your senses have never let you down and you don't think they will in this case either.

And though you were sure you were being watched, all-nighters weren't your thing. 'Damn strict curfews and sleeping habits..., it's only 10, goddamnit!' You were sleepy, but didn't dare to sleep from the fear of the person watching. Though, since when was reality on your side? Never was and never will.

Your eyes slowly dropped down and you quietly lay down. 'Just a few minutes..., yeah, just a few...,'

Those minutes turned to hours.

Everywhere around you was foggy and dark. There was no light but you had a... thing to be able to see in the dark. It was weird, there was no light anywhere and you couldn't move. A dream or nightmare? No idea. But having your brain do something like this probably meant it's more than an hour. You tried to wake yourself up, but not even pinching or slapping yourself worked.

There were... things that you can do that others can't. See in the dark clearer, have a calm and clear mind during a dream, a far too strong analysis for someone your age...and many, many more. You've never told anyone about this, because if the internet didn't have any explanations, that was asking to be looked for and tested on. That wasn't really nice, you've read many of the articles only to look into the lines and find out horrifying things. Horrifying, yes to others that is.

The fog in front of you cleared up and a weird..., moving..., ink blob? What the hell is that thing? Why does it have an eye and is wearing clothes? Why does the head look like a skeleton monster skull? Is it a skeleton monster covered with black goo? This is... weird.

"Greetings." Black blob greeted. You stare at the... thing? With no idea of what or who he is. "You may be wondering what the hell am I? I am Nightmare, yes, the one in that book you like to read."

"You stalked me for how long now?" You stared at him in disbelief. Was it a long time or a short one?

". . . what the hell do you think I am? A spy? No, your memories told me everything. A spike of negative emotions from your kind and you especially is nothing to take lightly." You were confused at this.

"My kind? Me especially? The f*ck you mean by that? I'm a human as I've always been." You narrowed your eyes at him. What is this guy getting at? "My parents are humans and so am I,"

"Are you sure?" That one damn sentence. He had a smirk on that gooey skull and an unreadable glint in his light blue—wait is that glowing?— eye. "I could tell you about it and get you to meet more people who are like you. There is one other in this Universe. Which is odd."

Aw what the heck, why the hell not? I've nothing to lose. Wait, what's the silver lining? "And you want me to...?"

"Easy, voluntarily choose to be my apprentice."

"Wow. Amazing, the king of fears and nightmares and negativity and all that stuff wants me out of all people to be his apprentice. Why?"

"It is because of the other ten joining the 'good' side. But you? Your very elements are with us, only we can bring out your full potential and that brother of mine knows this well."

"Brother of yours? He isn't stone?"

"I will explain to you fully if you will join. Besides, do you really have anything else left in this world? Isn't your entire family dead?"

". . . give me some time. I'll need to think this through."

"I'll see you in your nightmares tonight then. And one of my subordinates will watch to keep you safe from the 'good' side."

You hummed in agreement and tried to think of things. Everything soon began fading into white.

You opened your eyes to see yourself back in your room. You felt like you were being watched again. At least you knew that they weren't trying to harm you.

You got up and started to think of everything while doing chores and stuff. It was a small house but cozy nonetheless. 'Well...now to prepare. But how do I know if it's true? Actually, is my brain actually that creative enough to make that dream? Haha, no.'

You knew by now that it was real. Your feelings told you it. But you had a whole ton of questions that needed to be answered. But..., actually, why the heck not? It's worth a try.

"Hey, Nightmare's subordinate or whatever, can I ask a few questions?" Silence. "Hello? I know you're still watching me!" This continued for ten minutes until he can't help but talk back.

"What the f*ck do you want to ask?! Geez, so noisy...," you could hear faint amusement behind the annoyance.

"Say...,"

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