101 Nights of randomness

Hey it's Lex again with another story, this time I'm writing about the flying jester NiGHTS. One thing though, I have never played any NiGHTS game so if I'm off with anything just bear with me, mkay? This story has a goal to get all the way to 101 chapters of the heroic NiGHTs, villainous Reala, and the…uh…insane Jackle

Nights is © of Sega and sonic team, I don't own anyone from this story.

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The clouds whizzed past the purple jester, as he twirled and twisted through the air. He was in the real world for now, flying over the streets of New York watching the people talk and laugh and bet on who can win in a fight with stale bread. The moonlight reflected off his face while he danced through the air. NiGHTS grinned, flipping in a dramatic fashion through the air with a few twinkles following. Then BAM! He rather ungracefully slammed head-first into the statue of liberty.

"Owies" The Nightmaren grumbled in pain as he slid down the giant statue, until he fell onto the ground in pain. He got up slowly, getting himself together before flying back into the sky like nothing happened. "Im getting bored." NiGHTS sighed, flying upside down with his legs crossed. There was nothing to do around anywhere in the real world so NiGHTS thought he would go back to Nightopia.

He did a silly jig… but nothing happened. "Oh yeah…" NiGHTS said. He was banished from Nightopia for 101 nights for his mischief. Such as spray painting, destroying, blowing up things, switching the men's and women's bathroom signs, throwing banana peels, putting bodily waste in peoples tea, and the worst crime of all… NOT WIPING HIS FEET AT THE DOOR! (Dun dun dun)

"Well I guess 101 nights isn't so bad, it's nice and cool up here." NiGHTS shrugged as he went abit higher into the air. At that very moment, the sky grew darker and it started to rain. A lightning bolt struck the poor Nightmaren, sending him plummeting down into the dark water. He resurfaced, spitting out the water filled with wrappers, bottles, brown goop, and copies of the New York Times. "Or maybe not…" NiGHTS frowned and swam back to the shore.

-Nightmare-

Golden claws sliced through a strange, moist meat, causing it to flip into small and bloodstained chunks. The meaty parts splattered on a hot metal surface, the deadly Reala was the cause. The Nightmaren then took out a large slick metal object… a spatula? Yes ever since he tried to sell Jackle to rabid fan dreamers, Reala had been lowered in rank greatly that he would have to work as a fry cook at the local Mcmaren fast-food restaurant. He hated every waking moment of the job, especially since he was sentenced to work for 101 nights.

Reala growled, just hearing the work nights made his blood boil. At least the purple fool wouldn't be around to laugh at him for a while. He grinned at the thought of being able to sleep without NiGHTS bothering him every ten minutes to go to the bathroom.

Lost in his chain of thoughts, Reala didn't notice tipping over a ketchup bottle, in turn knocking a spatula into flipping a patty onto the ground causing Reala to trip and go sliding into a burning batch of grease and fries. The Nightmaren howled in pain, running around knocking over various cooking devices, causing them to explode and destroy the restaurant.

"REEEEEAAAAAAAAAAALLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" was the scream of the manager (who was not surprisingly Wiseman). Reala grabbed a burnt patty from the ground. "Uhhh… order up?" he whimpered pathetically.

-Jackle's Room-

In the mess of blocks, capes, and other objects was a rather strange Nightmaren who was screaming a whole mess of random. The Maren was none other than Jackle, who was gluging down a large bottle labeled… Listerine? "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" screamed a voice, Jackle's voice. The thing about Jackle was when he was alone, he had a bad habit of talking to himself. This was one case.

"I WAS THIRSTYSO I DRANKED SOME OF THISSTUFF UNDER THESINK BUT IT MADE MY MOUTHSPICY SO I DRANK S'MORE BUT IT MADE IT SPICIER!... but now Im ok" Jackle screamed, drinking the last of its contents. "oh. Well now you should know better to not drink Listerine." "…Listerine? Oh, that's just a label I put on it to make it fancy" Jackle took off the label, revealing another label with 'Nitroglacium' printed on it (explosive liquid).

Jackle ran out of the room, then sat back down and tilted his head. The nitroglacium label fell off to reveal another label printed ' hot sauce' "Weirdo" Jackle grinned, drinking more of the hot sauce.

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Reveiws are adored, Flames are ignored, and everything else is swell. So toon in next time, I'll see you in-

Jackle: BANANA!