Chapter 3: Nighty's Nightmare
Okay with this story so far… we have two extremely bruised Koreans, an apple pie craving horde of video game characters and …three non-apple pie eaters. A normal day for me I'd have to say.
And darn it…I don't own these characters, sucks for me eh?
By the way for those of you saying Voldo is not deaf…really? Someone told me he was… they said he had some sixth sense or something…and doesn't the thingy on his face go over the ears? I'll have to check and edit if so, thanks…
Oh yeah…I decided that Yoshimitsu would not appear in this chapter. Darn.
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Nightmare paced around the room, he checked the clock on the wall and paced some more, how very interesting.
Tira and Zasalamel were discussing on their hate about pie and Steve had eaten all the nachos and lay on the floor bloated from all the cheesy-ness…is cheesy –ness even a word…probably not…
"Darn it…" Nightmare growled as he checked the clock "What's taking my slaves…err I mean…acquaintances so long to catch Yoshimitsu? It's been five minutes already I thought somebody would have encountered him on their tales of souls or arcade mode by now…" he kicked the floor scuffing the ground…which was made of cement, producing flakes of cement chunks and dust all over the place…
"You know they're not miracle workers…" Tira managed to cough through a mouthful of cement, murder on the lungs I'd have to say.
"Hey nightmare…why don't we go somewhere and waste some time?" Zasalamel's voice was barely audible through the coughing and wheezing.
Nightmare had not considered leaving osteinsburg…no wait…orstheinsburg…I forgot how to spell it, I know it ends with something-burg castle, and perhaps killing some time, finding some souls and have a snack, causing some destruction here and there...yeah sounded nice to get out and do something violent in this fan fiction.
"Why don't we go to a flea market?" Steve suggested from the floor while staring at the ceiling.
"Flea…market?" asked nightmare, in Nightmares brain there were many things, he was imagining a market full of itchy fleas for instance…or a market that was run by a race of super humanoid fleas? Nightmare had many screws loose and quite frankly these screws would never have fit in the correct place anyways…
Steve groaned impatiently "You know…it's like a place where you get second hand crap…and like some of it's been never used before, oh and there are like really cool fortune teller people."
Nightmare pondered this as he paced across the room, he had currently paced long enough that his armor had worn holes into the ground, BIG holes, he finally came to a decision, if the market was full of items…people would come and buy stuff right? And where there was selling of items there was people buying items…and where people were there were souls right? and nightmare plus a huge crowd of people equals one satisfied sword.
"Alright! We'll go!" yelled Nightmare kind of loudly.
Okay I can't be bothered writing about how they got there 'kay? So well pretend that they miraculously got there somehow yeah…some story plot flaw I guess.
Ah the flea market bustling with life and lot's of annoying people yelling out to buy stuff!
Nightmare's small group had entered the market but having to pay a small entrance fee, of course Tira being the nice person she was, paid the man by giving the man a cool scar across the face! How cool is that?!? I wish Tira gave me some type of cool present like that...okay maybe not…but anyways the man was so grateful with his screaming and cursing while rolling around on the ground that he let our heroes…or villains go in for free!
Zasalamel surveyed some of the items in the stalls; he eventually came to a small strange stall with a creepy shriveled old man, while looking at stuff something caught his attention, "What's that?" Zasalamel asked pointing to the item of interest
"It's a monkeys paw…"Said the old man smiling "It will grant the owner five wishes…but beware it is cursed." Dramatic music could be heard in the background
"Five wishes?!?" Zasalamel yelled happily, if this was true Zasalamel could ask for the wish he wanted the most, which was to die, yay for Zasalamel
"So? do you accept large wads of bills?" Zasalamel asked excitedly, and so Zasalamel handed over a lot of money in exchange for a shriveled monkeys paw, which I might add is bad because A. the monkey needs his paw and B. that's just plain nasty.
Zasalamel came running up to the group holding a plastic bag which the man had gladly given him to hold his old monkeys paw in.
Nightmare meanwhile was in sheer bliss because he had reached the best part of the market, the food court and it was filled with people! Oh what a glorious feast! But he promised the author he wouldn't... but then he thought..hey why not? what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. So nightmare pulled out his straw (supplied by our sponsors of course) and began to pig out on his tasty feast of many souls!
Tira and Steve happily walked together toward a fortune teller that Steve had talked about so much; they entered the small building it was decorated with many strange items like shrunken heads and what not.
There was a creepy old lady at a table near a crystal ball the ball was cloudy and it was just so mysterious and did I mention the building smelled like cat pee?
"What shall it be? Fortunes? Spells? Or curses? Please let it be curses! I love cursing things!" she yelled mysteriously…if that's possible…
Tira and Steve sat at the table, across from the scary cat piss fortune lady
"OH ME! ME! FORTUNE ME!! I WANT MY FORTUNE TOLD!!!" Yelled Tira happily and then...suddenly... the bi-polar-ness took over "GIVE ME MY FORTUNE ALREADY OLD BAG!" she yelled angrily
Steve slapped himself on the forehead and hoped Tira wasn't prone to catching curses.
The old woman waved her hand over the globe and was about to start telling tira's fortune when…
Nightmare burst through the doors, energized from pigging out on the random souls outside began marching into the room intending to take the soul of the old fortune teller as well, but just as he had passed the doorway a bunch of sparkly strings of beads got in his way and then he tripped over some carpet knocking over a book case which knocked over a fish bowl which landed on the mystic globe thingy which shattered on impact with the floor, to put it bluntly the old fortune cat piss lady was not happy at all.
"I Curse YOU!!!" she yelled and then some sparkly mumbo jumbo happened and nightmare blacked out, but when nightmare would awaken nothing could prepare him for what had happened to him. This was indeed Nighty's Greatest Nightmare…
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Yeah suspense is the Devil I know. But oh well it's my story and I'm supposed to be asleep right now, no time left for messing around but I thought I'd update and add more retarded-ness at least. I'm not sure if a lot of people like this but I promise I'll start trying.
There was a bit of Simpson's reference here incase you didn't realize…
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I actually put a bit of thought into it I will reveal the nature of nightmare's CURSE next time on Nighty's theory.
