Hi guys, long time no see :) Yes i'm still alive after all of this, but balancing a job, and senior year is pretty time consuming. So I really can't promise frequent updates, but I figured that longer chapters that are updated less frequently are better than stressing out about short chapters that are updated weekly. So i'm gonna try doing a pretty lengthy chapter as often as I can, no promises though. And I really want to hear my readers' voices in how you like this story, it's a bit out of my confort zone but i'm really gonna try.
But i'll tell you now:
1- this will be kinda OOC (i'll try to make it as similar as possaible)
2- this will have more "mature" yaoi scenes in it (not porn but pretty close XD bare with me here) and will be "M" rated (gasp)
3- this probally will get confusing 'cause it involved NiGHTS, Reala, and Jackle in their orignal form and in my human alternate form (i'll explain how they look in the story), so i'll try and make that easier (human NiGHTS- 17, human Reala- 18, human Jackle- 19)
4- The only OCs that are important to the story are Monroe, 20 year old, shoulder length black hair, grey eyed college student; Jasper, 21 year old, short blue haired, red eyed college student and a major jerk. No other OCs matter :)
5- BTW NiGHTS IS A BOY IS THIS STORY! Everyone is male in this story, except for Puffy
6- This will have M-preg btw,
Enjoy and please R&R
~A nightmare in NightMare~
Wizeman was in a rut.
For once in his infinite rule over Nightmare, he didn't know what to do.
The invasion was so sudden that their defenses weren't enough. Even with Reala leading the army, second in command Jackle leading behind him, and EVEN with the Dreams on their side, it still wasn't enough.
No, it wasn't enough to stop this one. This was a battle beyond what they had ever imagined, a battle that made Wizeman rethink all his past decisions in making his Nightmaren the way he did.
Ya see, there was one thing that Wizeman hated more than the dreams and the dreamers, the one thing he hated more than betrayal, and that was the though of being over thrown. More importantly, being overthrown by his own creation. So in order to control this from ever happening, Wizeman made a very difficult decision. Whenever an unusually strong Nightmaren was born, Wizeman would take half of their ideya, their strength and soul, and send it to be born anew in the waking world. Keeping his creations at bay, and the recreations of the fragments of the Nightmaren ideya would either be killed off, or they would have no idea of the power that they hold.
So in his head, everyone won. Though Wizeman only had to do this for 3 of his creations, his best creations; Jackle, his oldest and most trustworthy (though a bit insane) second in command officer, Reala, the commander of his Nightmaren army and the epitomy of obedience, and last but not least...NiGHTS, the son that had betrayed him. So decades ago when they were created, Wizeman took half of their ideya and banished it to the waking world, who even knows it their ideya is still alive, it might not have even survived the transfer.
Though if there was any other time that Wizeman needed his Nightmaren at their strongest, this was the time. A new enemy had been released, an enemy that feeds off of the physical pain of humans and manifests itself in their subconscious mind, thus leading it straight into their dreams. These things were stronger that the Nightmaren were because they came from a stronger force; no matter how scary a nightmare is, it can't physically hurt you, though these things are made entirely out of exactly that. Nothing could stop them, because children will always feel pain, and whenever that pain dwells inside their mind for too long, out comes another army of NightTerrors.
Wizeman couldn't decide what to do, it was a losing battle.
If only he hadn't...
if only he could...
Wizeman stood from his throne (does he ever sit down?). He knew exactly what he needed to do.
~Reala's office/lair thing~
Reala sat with head resting against his right fist, and was currently picking with his pink nails on the left hand. He was confused, pissed, and just...bored. He sounded a lot like NiGHTS or Jackle when he mentioned he was bored. A Nightmare army commander doesn't need to keep himself entertained, but face it...he was damn bored. This battle was dragging and everyone was weak and tired. They fought all night, while the new set of NightTerrors came in, and got them all destroyed by morning. Morning, that was the only time that they could get any peace, the NightTerrors only release themselves from the child's mind when the child is dreaming. But even though they got rid of this row, they would be a fresh new supply of them tonight, and Reala just didn't know how long they were going to last.
Everyone knows the danger that the NightTerrors bring, so much that NiGHTS and the other dreams had even agreed to help stop them, he didn't want the Dream Realm destroyed. And yes, Reala wasn't thrilled to have him around, but it did help to have the strongest trinity of Nightmaren working together for a common goal. Yes, NiGHTS was one of the trinity, and so was Reala, and surprisingly, Jackle, the insane creepy cards guy was even one of the trinity. Cause he might be nuts, but the boy's good.
Reala broke his train of though when said invisable mantle waltzed into his chamber.
"Hey Reala."
Reala sat up and cleared his throat in annoyance, "Commander Reala Sir is more like it..."
Jackle rolled his eyes and cocked his invisable head to the left, "Now you know that ain't gonna happen, Ree-ree"
Reala growled, he hated that nickname with a passion.
"What do you want second-level"
"Well Master Wizeman wanted you, me, and NiGHTS to meet him in his chambers on the double."
Reala stood from his throne and headed to the door, passing Jackle on the way, "Well grab NiGHTS and move, you know better than to keep Master waiting"
"Well i wouldn't of had to waste time looking for you if you were just training with NiGHTS like you were suppose to be, but you weren't with him so I had to go and look around for you. NiGHTS is already in Master Wizeman's chambers, we were waiting for you."
Jackle caught up with Reala after he had angrily stormed off.
"If I don't want to train with that traitor then who are you to tell me otherwise. Remember your place second-level."
Jackle crossed his arms as they reached Wizeman's chamber doors.
"You really are just a ball of sunshine when you're stressed you know that." Jackle smirked as Reala face flushed in anger, but luckily before Reala con retaliate, Jackle pushed Wizeman's chamber doors open and floated in, Reala followed.
NiGHTS was standing a bit further in and looked back when he heard the door open.
"Well look who decided to show up finally." NiGHTS made a "peace" sign with his fingers and winked when Reala shoved past him, kneeling before Wizeman.
"Forgive me Master, I was coming up with new battle strategies when you called for me." Jackle floated over to Reala's side and bowed, NiGHTS followed suit. Not that he wanted to bow, but; he did out of courtesy, he did out of habit, and he didn't want Reala to cause a scene. Plus Wizeman was basically helping the Dream world in some way, i mean, one can't exist without the other.
NIGHTS dropped his train of though when three of Wizeman's hand eye thingys floated in a triangular like pattern around the three of them.
Wizeman spoke, "Rise, all of you, I have an important request that only you three can handle."
The three Nightmaren stood to their feet and faced the fourth hand eye thingy that floated in front of them.
"There is a way for this realm to win over the NightTerrors. I believe that you all are familiar with what the Waking World calls the "Winter Solstice?"
NiGHTS, Reala, and Jackle nodded in sync.
"Than you understand that there is a version of that time period in our dimension to right?"
They nodded once again
"La semaine sans re'ves, the week without dreams...Isn't that when the Night Dimention is at its weakest?" NiGHTS questioned.
"Yes, though it is also going to be a week without NightTerror attacks."
Jackle tilted his head to the right, "when does this la semaine sans reves begin?"
"Tonight is the first night, have you noticed the sky? Instead of the sky showing its usual darkness, it has remained looking like sunset. Because without dreamers to come to this dimension, it will slowly be thrown out of sync, first starting with a difference in appearance. Though the solstice never lasts long enough to cause actual damage to the Night Dimention."
Reala nodded in understanding, "So during this momentary week-long cease fire, you want us to come up with battle strategies?"
"No... I want you to go on a... journey of sorts"
Reala looked confused, "A journey?"
Wizeman fourth eyes circled around the group of nightmarens, then went back to its original space, "It would be best if I began from the beginning."
The three nightmarens waited in anticipation as Wizeman began to speak.
"Long ago, around the time when the first few Nightmaren were created, I came to relize some upon myself. The more I made, the stronger they became, to the point when they were almost as strong as I. It was a side effect of the Nightmaren creation process, one that doesn't exist during normal Nightmaren reproduction, but only when I create them by hand, like all of you. The more Nightmaren I created, the stronger I became, thus in result, the stronger my creations became. I couldn't have Nightmaren as strong as I in my castle and under my control, and I did not want to simply destroy them, so I came up with a better idea. The idea was flawless; when they were born, I would take pieces of their ideya and scatter them to the waking world, leaving them to be reborn in a different likeness, not knowing where they truly originate from."
The three Nightmaren looked between themselves, trying to think of how they should be feeling at this moment.
Wizeman continued, " You three were my strongest creations, Jackle, the darkness that hides in the dreams of children, Reala, the the tormentor of men and NiGHTS, the agonizing chill of fear when the sun departs. You three were my prodigies. Thus you three were my strongest, so when you were created, I took half of you ideya and sent it to the waking world and placed it in a deep slumber, they awoke a bit under two decades ago."
"That's nice to know, but...how can that help us now?" NiGHTS asked, getting annoyed with his banter.
"You need to bring you other ideya half back to NightMare, I can combine the ideya halves that you have now, with the halves that have been on Earth. The new fusion of power will make destroying the NightTerrors and their source simple childs play."
"So you want us to go and get our other ideya half from what exactly?" Jackle asked, tilting his head again.
"They should have created a body of its own now. Like how your ideya, you life and strength supply resides in your body, it resides in their bodies."
"So we just have to bring them back here before the week long solstice is over?" Reala asked.
"Yes. Though the balance in time for this dimension will be distorted when you leave. The absence of three of the most powerful ideya in this dimension will cause time to slow down. We here wont notice, but a week in the Waking World will only be equal to about a day here. So you have plenty of time to complete your mission. Though don't be alarmed if you have to 'work' your way into making your other halves believe your proposition. You must understand that this is the first time they are realizing any of this, they probably do not even know that a dimension like this even exists, their ideya pulse prevents them from ever visiting this place in their sleep."
"So they have never dreamed?" NiGHTS asked.
"If they ever came here, they would be a walking target and whoever got them first would reak untold havoc."
"Understood, Master" Reala nodded to Wizeman.
"One last thing, you should be able to communicate with the people of the waking world, but only the ones that your other halves come in contact with, only they can see you, and they wont be afraid. And you must remember, you can not harm them" Wizeman's eyes widened as he made this point."If you hurt them, you are only damaging your own life force, and if you destroy them, the ideya will either scatted in the waking world or this world, or it will simply explode, destroying everything with it."
Reala, Jackle, and NiGHTS looked at each other.
"never knew i was walking around with a bomb on my chest" Jackle though in his head.
"How do we get to the Waking World, Master?" Reala asked.
"I will send you there. I wish you sucuss on your mission."
Jackle looked at Wizeman, "by the way, when do we go?"
Before anyone could answer, Wizeman closed the three hands surrounding them, trapping them in his palms as they glowed an eerie blue. NiGHTS screamed and thrashed against the pulsing blue eyes (big eyes have always creaped him out) while repeatably kicking Jackle in the back of the head by accident.
Soon, a flash of white light ripped through the otherwise dark room, and the distant screams faded away. Wizeman opened his palms to find them empty. He closed his eyes and wished them the best of luck on this extremely difficult mission, wherever he sent them, it probably was a good start.
~ 6:07am L.A. California ~
(to make things easier, the human versions will be called by first name, while their nightmare counterparts will be called Nightmare Reala, Nightmare Jackle, etc...)
A young 19 year old boy turned slightly in his sleep, rubbing his bright orange hair against the sweaty chest of his (temporary) lover. He opened his smokey blue eyes and rubbed the back of his palm against it before yawning and throwing his legs off the side of the bed. His tanned, nude form walked toward the bathroom and headed to the shower.
He turned the water on a hot as it would go and stepped inside. He scrubbed everything from his hairless legs to his slim waist to his flushed face. He grabbed his melon shampoo and lathered up his slightly curled orange hair that fell down to about mid back.
When he was done rinsing off, he stepped out and wrapped a bathrobe around him before heading back into his bedroom, where the other blue haired man laid in his bed.
"Jasp...hey Jasper, you're gonna be late for class if you don't wake up."
The blue haired 21 year old rolled to his side and gave the other a lazy smug grin.
"Well, good morning to you too sexy" He reached off the edge of the bed and grabbed at the others arm. "Why don't you come back to bed and we can finish up where we left off last night."
The orange haired on stepped of the others range and cackled in his raspy voice, "I don't think so, we do have rules remember"
Jasper rolled his eyes at the mention of that word, "rules". Yea they had rules alright, and that was... "sleeping together was fine, and getting anywhere from 1st to 3rd base was fine, but no penetration until their one year anniversary." The orange haired one said that is was just a tradition, but Jasper knew that it was to make sure that no one was just using the him for sex. But how could anyone resist, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone using him if he wasn't looking so damn sexy all the time.
"Yea yea Jackle baby, i remember." Jasper mumbled as he slid out of bed, "We're already at 8 months babe, so why not just let me screw you senseless, you know that you want it." He said suggestively.
Jackle slipped on his light blue and green tank top and his baggy knee length shorts. He tied the majority of his orange hair in a ponytail and let the blue, orange, red, and yellow bangs falls over his ears and parts of his face. He turned to Jasper.
"I already told you, if you want me than stay with me for 4 more months. If you can't then you don't deserve it, babe." Jackle snickered at his boyfriend's annoyed face before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, grabbing his orange convertibles car keys, and leaving out of the house.
Jackle stepped out the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the morning California air with a smile. He went to the car and opened the door, placing on his sunglasses and put the key in the ignition. Katy Perry's "California Girl" began blasting from the speaker as Jackle pulled out of the drive-thru and began on his way to his college class.
~7:37am L.A. California ~
"Pins...check"
"badges...check"
"backpack...backpack...uh check"
The 18 year old high school student pulled and fidgeted with his perfectly pressed ROTC uniform. He fit the commanders ROTC hat over his black and red shoulder length hair. He grabbed a black ponytail and pulled his hair into a messy bun, making sure to keep all hair off his jacket collar. He reached down and tied up his glossy polished black shoes, grabbed his backpack and headed out the door while stuffing a croissant in his mouth.
He began walking down the sidewalk towards Oxford all boys Academy High school (A.N:no it doesn't exist, but it does now) A prestigious High school that one of of the best military programs in America. And this young Senior happened to be the Commanding officer of his unit, and today was inspection day, explaining why he had to get to school early. Technically, the school starts at 8:30am, and it's only 20 minutes away, but perfection way Reala's middle name.
As he entered the school yard, he ignored all the whistles and cat calls from the other early students and made his way to the ROTC building.
"Alright Reala, time to show what I've got"
~8:05am L.A. California ~
"Blah blah blah, bla bla blah blah blah
Coming out you mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a pad lock, and meet me in the back with the jack and the jutebox
I don't care where you live at
just turn around boy let me hit that
don't be a little bitch with your chit chat, just show me where your dick's at"
A slim purple haired boy with ocean blue eyes danced around his room and sang along with the song blasting on his radio. He bent down and slid on his violet short shorts and tugged in a white polo as he began mouthing the second verse.
"stop tal-tal-talkin that blah blah blah
think you'll be hitting this nah-nah-nah
not in the back of my car-ar -ar
if you keep taking that blah blah blah blah blah"
He scrubbed his teeth quickly and popped his long purple hair in two ponytails that went about to his waist. He ran down the hallway of the apartment that him and his roommate shared, though they were pretty different and really didn't get along.
"I can't believe that Reala didn't think to wake me up before he left this morning" NiGHTS mumbled to himself as he grabbed some toast and pulled his white boots on and laced them up. He swallowed his toast and grabbed his backpack as he began running to school. Thanks to his long slim legs, getting there was no problem. He smiled to himself in the warm November air.
"I can feel it, today is gonna be a pretty interesting day." The first bell rang as NiGHTS neared the building.
~11:01am somewhere on the outskirts of L.A.~
3 Nightmaren rolled over in tall green grass on a hill that over looked a big city. Nightmaren Jackle was the first to open his eyes. When he did, all he saw was a bright blue sky, filled with birds, clouds, and...airplanes. He sat up and tapped his other two brotheren.
"Reala, NiGHTS... I think we're here."
The other two sat up and opened their eyes to their surroundings, one question filled all of their heads...
"Where do we start?"
Alright :) I hope you guys enjoyed the first chappie, it was kinda of a intro into everything that is to come. Please R&R.
Yea, in my game, Jackle is going to have multiple boyfriends, hope ya'll ready for that :)