Nightmares. Chapter 1.

Authors note: Hello everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head while browsing the crossover section, I saw that there was only one other crossover between these franchises and thought to myself "Hmmmm… This could actually be interesting, and could use some more installments. And, there is that one concept I've been wanting to explore for a while." And so, this story was born. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. With that being said, enjoy.

Kurusu Kimihito, was a young man with short, messy black hair, bright brown eyes, and was currently wearing a white T-shirt and comfortable black shorts. Currently, Kurusu was sitting in a squishy armchair in what looked like a large airplane cabin, the entire space was a beautiful shade of Royal blue with shelves holding various expensive looking liquor and drinks lining the wall, and the floor was covered in a thick, velvety, dark blue carpet that felt soft to the touch. Kurusu, rubbed his bare feet against the carpet and was pleasantly greeted by the sensation of soft velvet against his feet. Even with his observation of the room, Kurusu, still somehow managed to miss something, or rather someone sitting right in front of him. "Greetings, Kurusu Kimihito," a voice said.

Once he heard the voice, Kurusu's attention and his eyes snapped forward and saw a round, clear glass table and sitting opposite of him on the other side of the table was a scrawny looking man with a round, mostly bald head with some light gray hair going around the lower part of his head, that was normal compared to what his face looked like, he had round bulging eyes with dark circles around them, a long pointed nose, and a somewhat evil smile spreading from ear to ear. Though the strangers face was admittingly a bit unsightly, he was very sharply dressed, with an expensive looking black suit, pristine white gloves, and fancy black leather shoes. The strange man's long, bony fingers were laced together while his elbows were leaned on the thin looking glass of the table. "Welcome to the Velvet Room," the elder man greeted, his tone was a strange mix of creepy and friendly. "My name is Igor, it's a pleasure to meet you," the man now identified as Igor continued as he extended one of his hands to shake Kurusu's.

"Um… Thanks for the warm welcome?" Kurusu said as he extended his own hand and shook Igor's. He felt very confused by what was happening right now, the last thing he remembered was laying comfortably in his bed, now is in an airplane, with a stranger, and judging from the nighttime view they were already high above sea level, how in the world did he get here?

"Tell me Kurusu, do you believe in fortune-telling?" Igor asked as the two finished their friendly handshake and laced his fingers back together.

"I guess…"

"It just so happens to be a specialty of mine," Igor told the boy before he placed his hand in the middle of the glass table. The strange man then swung his arm out and there were several cards all face down before Kurusu. "All my fortune-telling is done using the same cards. And yet, the results are always different," Igor explained. "Life works very much the same way, no? Now then, pick out one of these cards to reveal," he asked of his guest.

Kurusu thoughtfully eyed the cards in front of him. With a hesitant hand, he flipped over one of the cards to reveal a stylized picture of a tower being destroyed.

"Ah, the Tower Arcana, this card represents the immediate future and foretells of a great catastrophe," the fortuneteller explained. "Now, please select another card."

Like last time, Kurusu was a bit hesitant but flipped over another card. This card was a golden moon with an emerald green background.

"Hmmm… The Moon, this card is crossroads, and mystery," Igor said sounding very intrigued by the cards Kurusu has chosen. "I see, in the near future you will encounter a disaster that will impose our mystery upon you, and the choices you make in trying to solve this mystery will greatly affect the lives of those around you. Very interesting." Igor closed his eyes to ponder for a moment what all of this could mean. Kurusu was left feeling confused. "Well, there is only one more question we need answered as of tonight, Kurusu, please choose another card," Igor asked once again of the young man.

Kurusu's eyes turned back to the cards in front of him and thought for a moment which cards he should choose, but before he knew it his hand was already on one of said cards, he turned it over and revealed a picture of a strange and confused looking man with a small dog behind him, and bag over his shoulder.

"Interesting… So that is the form your power has taken…" Igor said it gently rubbing his chin.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Kurusu asked curiosly.

"Your power, which currently lies dormant within you, has chosen to follow the path of the fool, to draw power from the number zero," Igor explained.

"What does that mean?"

" It means that your power is like the number zero, empty, and yet holds infinite possibilities," Igor further explained to the confused looking young Mr. Kimihito.

Nothing of what the fortuneteller just told Kurusu Kimihito made any sense to him, there was one more question he wanted to ask. "Um, Mr. Igor, not that this hasn't been an interesting conversation, but, why are you telling me this?" He asked the elder man. "I mean, it seems like you went through a lot of trouble just to have my fortune told. I mean seriously, kidnapping me, getting me on this fancy jet."

"Kidnap? How could I have kidnapped you if you haven't even left the comfort of your own home?" Igor spoke sounding very casual.

"Huh?"

"That's right, you are still peacefully sleeping in your own room. Also, it was not even I who summoned you, rather it was the Velvet Room itself," Igor further explained. "Why you've been summoned here I can't say for sure, but I do know this much, nothing in this room happens without purpose or reason. So the fact that you've been brought here by the Velvet Room means that it has a plan for you." As Igor finished his explanation Kurusu slowly began to fade into thin air. "My, my… It seems our time is up. I look forward to when we meet again," he said maintaining his evil smile. Before his guest could ask any more questions the boy completely vanished leaving nothing but an empty armchair. Once Kurusu was gone Igor turned his attention back to the cards in front of them. "The fool, huh? I wonder what kind of fate his inner self could lead to," as he finished his sentence, Igor flipped over another card in his usual grin was immediately replaced by uncharacteristic scowl. On the card was a picture of a gray skull in front of a large gate, it was the arcana that represented death. "Not good… Not good at all," as he finished he replaced the foreboding card facedown on the table. There were a lot of work and hardships ahead.

(Play "on the precipice of defeat")

In the dead of night we find a young policeman with black hair and dark eyes walking through the local park on patrol. It had been unusually cloudy lately and because of this there were no visible stars or moon, so the only light came from the surrounding buildings and the nearby streetlamps. As the policeman walked down the smooth brick pathway he saw something, a middle-aged man with dark gray hair wearing a tattered, long sleeve shirt, shabby pants and no shoes, standing alone in the light of the nearby lamp post. It was strange to see someone in the park at this time of night, but what really caught the policeman's attention was the gun the elder man was holding against his temple, the policeman immediately knew what the man was about to do. "W–Wait!" the policeman shouted. "Sir, I don't know what's going on, but whatever your problem is this isn't the answer! Tell you what, why don't you put the gun down and come with me to the station," he told the gray-haired man in his desperate attempt to keep him from pulling the trigger.

When the policeman finished speaking the man slowly turned around keeping the gun pointed directly at his head, and looked at the policeman with empty, dead eyes, but that wasn't the strangest thing, it was the dark black cracks around the elder man's eyes. "No," the elder man said in a distorted, demonic monotone. "This one already belongs to me." And with that said, he pulled the trigger, a silent click closely followed by a loud, resonating bang, sounding the end of a poor soul's life.

Authors note: And done. Not a bad start if I do say so myself XP. But seriously, thank you so much for reading it really means a lot to me. Just in case you hadn't noticed, the scene in the Velvet Room probably felt a lot like the opening to Persona 4, and from the looks of things is going be a lot more scenes that will feel like something from that game rather than something from the anime/manga, just so you know what to expect in the future. But getting back to the main point of these notes, again, thank you so much for reading it really means a lot to me and I sincerely hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I can't guarantee when my next update will come out, but if you liked this I've got plenty of other stories for you to try out in the meantime. Favorite, Follow, and Review, and I'll see you in the next chapter.