Everything was silent and serene in the empty space. The wings and halo of the angelic jokester Woody were illuminating the place, while he himself was as always setting up a trap for the stinker next-door Roger. He was putting some chilli powder in a beer bottle that was near the sofa. That is one prank that could turn any mouth into a hilarious prank-volcano. Right at the moment when Woody was nearly done, he felt a presence behind him. It was devilish Roger himself!
"You never give up, do you? You little rat..." he inquired angrily.
"Nope! Not even in a million years!" the prankster replied as he turned around facing his enemy.
"How about now then?!" the grump yelled as he tried to grab him. Luckily for Woody, he swiftly flew out of the way. The prankster got a slingshot and rocks out of his pocket, then with the quick but careful aim, he hit him with them at once. The old oaf grumbled in pain.
"How about you give up and be at least slightly nicer for a change?" he suggested irritably.
"Shut up, Goody-Goody Trickster!" the oaf snapped loudly, trying to catch him with his long tail like whip.
Again, the jokester dodged and tried to escape from him. However, when he was doing that he got caught by him and his tail.
"I finally gotcha, you stupid shrimp!" the grump said proudly.
The jokester struggled to free himself from it, but to no avail - Woody has always been physically weak, but his wings were strong enough to keep him at a safe distance.
"I will tear your pathetic wings!" the fatso continued talking "After that, I don't freaking know what am I going to do with you... Oh, I know! I'll use YOU as a carpet before my couch!"
What will Woody do now? Even his wings would not withstand the pressure for a very long time.
Fortunately enough in a distressful time like this, that is when he saw his ordinary-self sleeping. Seems like he was trying to wake up.
"Hey!" he shouted to himself "Wake up, me!"
No response... except panic-struck fast breathing.
"Please, don't give up! You have to stay determined!" his angelic-self begged just as panicked while being pulled closer and closer to his worst nightmare.
Roger without warning yanked the poor young man towards him. But right at that moment, Woody had woken up... covered in sweat, breathing heavily and his heart was pounding. In confusion, he looked around a little and realized whatever happened was not real. That did not quite calm him down, not when the walking nightmare is still and always will be real.
But Woody then quickly calmed down when he realized that Shelly is here with him. He could not help but gently caress her hair, then he moved closer to her and put his arms around her. With a relieved face, he continued sleeping. This time feeling more at peace.
Author's note: Sorry, I couldn't write a proper action-like story and I also apologize it's so short. It's probably the shortest NfH fanfic I've ever written so far. And no, my NfH poem doesn't count. I'm also not too sure when this story takes place...
Anyway, this is based on some of the ideas my friend SailorRaybloomDZ came up with. It's also based on one post from a Tumblr blog called "Imagine your favourite character" which has blue as its theme colour.