Disclaimer: NiGHTS and Sonic belongs to Sonic Team and SEGA. A Midsummer's Nights Dream belongs to William Shakespeare, even though he is very long dead, I will still give him credit for being an awesome writer.

A/N: I find Author's Notes unprofessional, but here we go:

I am very well aware that Illumina is not a NiGHTS character, but a Sonic Character in Sonic Shuffle. Although I have seen fanfiction in which Illumina is part of Nightopia. Well, Sonic Shuffle is indeed a lot like NiGHTS. So why not put the characters in this fanfiction?

A Midsummer's NiGHTS Dream

The Magic Pickle Fairy

It was an epic battle between the God of Nightmare, Wizeman and the Goddess of Nightopia, Illumina. All is won, in which it was Wizeman. As result of her defeat, she must marry the Nightmarish God. Although, she wasn't disappointed by her loss, most have said that she went easy on him. For the Nightopian Goddess was a powerful woman.

It was the day before the wedding; Illumina was sitting on the air playing the harp, trying to blast out the sound of Wizeman complaining.

"It's like a son waiting for his old relative to die so he can have their inheritance," Wizeman cried out.

Illumina looked up and stopped her harp playing, "Isn't that a brutal way to describe the wait?"

That looked like the beginning of another epic battle, but Wizeman had realized that fact, so he said, "how about we have the wedding today instead of tomorrow?"

Illumina shook her head, "no, we shall wait, besides, I hired some Nightopians to perform for us, and they don't seem to yet be ready."

Quince gave his four companions scripts, "A very Tragic Comedy about the Horrible Death of Pyramus and Thisbe," was the title of the play. "We better do well, since we are the ones of the many chosen to play for our Goddess and her husband-to-be, Wizeman. If we don't do well, we will be the banquet's meal."

Bottom, a Nightopian who was very full on himself wasn't listening to the words at all; he only said "can we go on with the casting?"

"Yeah, sure," Quince nodded his head, "Bottom, you will be Pyramus."

Bottom looked at the script, "hey, that's the main character,' he exclaimed…"Um…" soon he hesitated, Bottom was indeed the dullest crayon in the 150 crayon box, "who exactly is Pyramus?"

"He is a man who killed himself for his love of Thisbe," Quince explained to Bottom.

"Oh, I will do a valiant job at the part," Bottom called out in pride "I can even play the great hero, NiGHTS, want to hear?"

"Umm…no," Quince answered, he knew that hiring Bottom was a bad idea, "I have more casting to do." He turned to Flute, a very odd nightopian with a beard and a voice as deep as a third rank Nightmaren. "You will play Thisbe."

A glace from Flute came to Quince, Flute pointed to himself, Flute thought for a second that Quince was the second dullest crayon in the 150 crayon box, "um, why?"

"Well, someone has to play Thisbe," said Quince, "so why not you?"

Flute sighed, "well, to start with my many reason why I shouldn't play Thisbe…."

"Oh, oh!" Bottom yelled out as he waved his arm around, "I can play both Thisbe and Pyamus!"

"No, I have already done the casting," Quince cried, "it will be difficult for you to play two main characters." Then he continued, quickly before Bottom could say anything, "Snout, you're Pyramus' father, and I will be Thisbe's father."

"And me?" asked Snug, the final Nightopian of the group.

"You will play the Gao," said Quince.

"Oh, I can also play the Gao, along with Pyramus and Thisbe!" Bottom cried. Then he began to roar, "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!"

"NO!" Quince yelled out in agony, "You will only play Pyramus and Pyramus alone!"

"Aww," Bottom complained.

The Dreamers were having a problem of their own. Claris Sinclair was forced by her father, to marry a boy named William Taylor. She wouldn't mind the arrange marriage, even if she was 14, but she was already in love with another boy, Elliot Edwards.

Claris was discussing the whole situation with her friend, Helen Cartwright, over some tea outside of a cafe. "Yeah, I really don't want to marry this Will fellow, I would rather marry Elliot, but my father would kill me."

"Aw, he wouldn't literally kill you," Helen blew on her tea to make it cooler, "I mean, who would kill their own daughter for not marrying someone?"

"Actually," said Claris, "he will kill me, my father said that I have to either marry Will, join a nunnery or he will literally kill me."

Helen sighed, "It's such a pity, and it's not fair either, because," she paused for a moment from embarrassment, "I love Will myself. If only he loved me in return."

That was when Elliot walked out of the café with a latte, "wait, you're being forced to marry Will?"

Claris took a sip out of her tea, she was glad of the convenience of Elliot coming, "yeah, it has to do with our father's businesses or something in the matter. My dad doesn't even understand that we were together as a couple."

Elliot pulled out a chair to sit with the two girls, "Claris, do you remember how we met?"

A nod of Claris' head came to be, "yeah, we met before we defeated Wizeman, in Nightopia.""

"Then we will run away to Nightopia," said Elliot, "we will be together forever."

"Well, it's better than marrying Will, or dying," said Claris, without much thought she expressed an, "okay!"

"Then we will be asleep forever," Elliot took Claris' hand and walked away.

"Wait," Claris cried out, "I didn't agree to sleep forever," but Elliot didn't listen.

Helen was all alone; she began to think, about a perfect plan. She too had been to Nightopia, and met Will in that same area. Maybe if she told Will that Claris and Elliot were running away to Nightopia and that offered to help him find Claris, in which he will fall in love with her in the search process. It was worth a shot!

NiGHTS was a great hero of Nightopia…hence the word 'was' because she had settled down by marrying the one and only Reala. She felt as though it was a mistake, because they had fought often. They have even left each other for some time now. Only to be reunited once again. NiGHTS wouldn't take a bad marriage as an excuse not to see the wedding of Illumina and Wizeman. NiGHTS was very good friends with Illumina, and Wizeman was her creator. Reala would not stand in her way of seeing the event of the century.

When NiGHTS came to Mystic Forrest, where the wedding was going to take place, the first person… or Nightmaren she saw was no other than Reala, sitting on top of the gazebo that NiGHTS was once captured inside of.

NiGHTS was about to leave to avoid any more argument, but Reala drill dashed towards her to stop her in her path, "my, my NiGHTS, as my faithful wife, shouldn't you be loyal to me and not run away like you always do?"

Liquid began to form into NiGHTS' mouth, and then came out into Reala's eye. "Loyal?" she cried out, "Loyal? Yeah right, I've seen you, disguise yourself as a Dreamer, and give love poems to other Dreamers. I wouldn't even get started on you and Illumina. I would not call being loyal at all Reala, so why should I be loyal to you?"

As most video gamers would say, Reala would have been, "pwned" if he didn't have a comeback, in which he did have a comeback, "You should speak for yourself! What about you and Wizeman?"

A gasp came to NiGHTS, "that is not true, I was with me and my Nightopians and Dreamers the entire time. Without you and your…your…"

"You can't even think of any words for me," Reala released his creepy chuckle, "you still love me; admit it."

Another gasp rose from NiGHTS, "you know that the Dreamers had to worst winters in Nightopia because of us. A first rank Nightmaren's strong emotions can cause the weather here in Nightopia. If I still loved you, everything will be just plain cheeky."

"And speaking of Dreamers," said Reala, "why don't ~I~ have any?"

NiGHTS didn't say a word, she flew away as quickly as she could, draining her drill gauge to get away from her husband.