NIGHTMARE THREE

Written in Nick's apartment, on his wall, in blood.

'SMILE'

I felt myself almost collapse in absolute fear. I reached for support and found only my computer chair, my eyes widening as big as dinner plates. My whole world had been turned upside down at this, and I felt myself starting to hyperventilate slightly. The dreams, the doll, Pinkie; was it some kind of psychosis?

Did I do that? I asked myself, fear starting to take hold on my mind. I felt my heart hammering in my chest, trying to possibly warn me of my dangerous condition at the moment. Then, my brother opened the door and stared concerned, "What's wrong? You're breathing pretty heavily." I shook my head, trying to calm myself, "...News story, that's all."

I got up and followed my brother to the kitchen and started making my own breakfast, shaking slightly. He walked behind me and touched my shoulder to comfort me, making me jump slightly, "Woah...you're on high end here Sam. You want me to make some toast for you?" I nodded my head, setting down the bread and knife that I was holding.

I walked back to my room and picked up my charged phone, sticking it into my pocket and made my way to the living room and turned on a different TV show, wanting to get my mind off it. A few minutes passed by as I phased out, letting my eyes drift across the television so I could think.

The whole idea that the dream could actually effect my life was almost unbelievable. The whole point of it even being slightlu possible was because of my gut feeling. It felt like the world was folding it's cards on me; like I was a bad hand. The doll in the dream greatly interested me, seeming that it knew more than even I did. I decided that, if I had the same kind of dream tonight or at least soon, I'd ask the doll what's going on and get an actual answer.

Then, my mind drifted to the character that brought absolute horror to my mind. Pinkie. Or, Pinkamina, rather; but that was beside the point. Why was she trying to kill me actively? Had I done something wrong to her? Maybe I was just another notch on her metaphorical belt? Who knows, maybe it's just better to run from her.

"Sam?" The noise to my right startled me, making me jerk slightly as my brother set down the plate of toast in front of me. He looked into my eyes, his own full of concern. Even if he was a big ass hole sometimes, he knew when to be concerned, "Yeah, what is it?" I responded quickly, not wanting to have him delve even deeper into my mess of a life.

He took a few seconds to stare into my eyes, presumably trying to analyze me behavior. I smiled nervously, not wanting to get him involved, "What's wrong?" Fuck.

It took me about a half hour to explain my dreams and fears. I continued nibbling on my toast as I spoke, just wanting to go already. When I finished, he sighed, plopping down to the chair opposite of me, "Sam, seriously, you need to calm down. Nothing's after you; not to mention in your head." I sighed, irritated, "That's not the point here! I'm scared and all you have to say is calm down? Some brother you are!"

His eyes narrowed, standing back up. I tried to retract my statement, "Wait I didn't mean-" He cut me off and said, "Conversation is over. You're welcome for my horrible help then." I hung my head slightly, then retorted, "Well maybe if you weren't such a big baby over such a small fucking insult!"

He stopped and looked over, anger boiling in his eyes, "And now you're angry and you're gonna hit me or something because your temper is fucking horrible! I mean jesus christ it's not THAT hard to not yell or scream at someone!" He looked hurt for a moment before saying back to me, "At least I'm not yelling at my sister about HELPING!"

I turned and walked to my room as my brother seethed slightly behind me. He walked back upstairs to his room and I sat down in mine. Well I'm going to have to deal with that soon. I thought to myself, then looked on my phone. My friend's cell phone number was there, and I hesitated slightly before tapping it. The calling screen came up and I lifted the phone to my ear.

There was silence for a few moments before the ringing began. Once, twice, and...

Another silence followed as there was a sort of crackling sound, "Hello?" I smiled, my mood heightened slightly by the sound of my best friend's voice, "How's it going James?" I heard a light laugh, then he responded, "How do you think Sam? Pretty good, I'm fine."

I laid back in my bed, sighing as I listened and spoke, "So, anything interesting been going on?" He sighed on the other side of the phone line, then said, "No, not really. I've been doing some drawing and looking about on ebay and stuff, but other than that...no."

I rolled my eyes slightly, then readjusted myself, "Well, I've been alright, thanks for asking. Other than that I've been having weird nightmares..." He chuckled slightly, before I said, "Hey, it's really creepy is all."

Another sigh was heard as he said, "Sam, you gotta get over this fear of yours. They are dreams, I understand that you're scared but dreams are dreams. Maybe look up what it means on your computer, I don't know." I thought about it for a moment, biting my lip, then said, "Maybe. I'll call you back later."

In moments I was on my computer, typing in Google 'what dreams mean'. I clicked the third or so link down, talking about a dream dictionary. My mind was starting to race with all the moments in my dreams. With a exasperated sigh, I typed in the search bar 'murder'. Instantly an article on killing came up. The first paragraph was about killing others, so I skipped onto the next. I slowly read the article out loud, "To dream that you have been killed suggests that your actions are disconnected from your emotions and conscience...?"

I felt my head buzz with questions as I read on, "The dream refers to drastic changes that you are trying to make. There is a characteristic that you want to get rid of or a habit that you want to end within yourself. Killing represents the killing off of the old parts and old habits." I then furrowed my brow, confused. What old habits would I have to get rid of? I mean, I'm not the best person out there, but I think I'm fine. I then re-read the first few lines again, "To dream that you have been killed suggests that your actions are disconnected from your emotions and conscience...and the dream refers to drastic changers you're trying to make."

I felt myself almost screech, before I closed my mouth tightly. Does this mean I...I'm becoming something like her? I shook my head, almost starting to freak out wildly. If this was the truth, considering it's on the internet I have to doubt it, it means that something's happening to me. But what? And what if it's just my paranoia talking.. I shuddered.

I looked at the calender on my computer, seeing the date. It was just after Saturday, so tomorrow was Sunday.Great, I don't have to go to school any time soon. I thought to myself, again pulling up my browser and searching up some of my favorite shows.

Before I knew it, it was already 11:43 PM, and I was shuddering slightly. My sleep was tugging at me, and I was close to giving into it. The bed really looked comfy right about now, but I wasn't going to bed tonight. My fear from the nightmares, even if they aren't representative of anything, was probably going to keep me up. The only part of those dreams that make me happy or anything other then terrified or sickened is that doll.

"The doll.." I said aloud, thinking again. What if that doll means something as well? I went on the same site as before, searching 'doll'. Sadly, the article that came up was completely ridiculous, having nothing to do with my situation. I almost growled in frustration. I needed to figure out what this means, it'll be the death of me.

Another click resounded in my mind, "The blood!" I exclaimed, realizing the most prominent object in the dream. I searched 'blood' in the search bar, and an article of blood came up. I kept reading it, getting frustrated without the answers that I desired. And needed. I almost exited the page, but then read the middle paragraph aloud to myself, "...If you dream of blood on the walls, then it is a warning of sorts. There is a situation that you need to confront. You can not avoid it any longer."

I breathed out shakily, piecing things together. "Change I'm trying to make, disconnected from emotions and conscience...warnings and a situation I cannot avoid any longer." I gulped, running a sweaty hand through my hair, "...What's going on with me?" I again shook the thoughts away, trying to cleanse myself of these thoughts. Looking again at the clock, I noticed that it was 12:00. I felt a sudden shiver run down my spine, like an darkness was creeping on me.

It took almost all my might, but I looked behind me. Nothing. I again turned back and I stared blankly at the screen. My eyelids started their descent before I opened them widely. Shit, I'm going to pass out soon... I got up, walking downstairs to the basement to grab a soda from the fridge. It should keep me awake with said sugar, and I popped one out and was walking back to the stairs when I noticed something.

The floor was scratched.

I felt my heart sink as I backed up to the fridge, which had disappeared. In it's place was a brick wall. "What the...where am I?!" After a few minutes of silence, I decided to trudge forward. I started walking on the walkway which was all that I could think about at the moment. I then realized I wasn't in direct control of my actions. My vision grew blurry as I blinked a few times from my third person perspective,

When my vision cleared, I was in the kitchen. Or, rather, something like a kitchen. The tiled floor was now a hard, solid wood floor and there was no kitchen table to the right. My vision was once again returned to the first person, and I looked around with my new found control.

Then I heard a gurgle, and a splat. Looking to the left again, my horrors building as I did, I saw something I wish I never would. My brother, gutted and carved, was laying before me. He stared at me, his eyes wide. He said only one thing. "...W-why?" Then he was gone.

I felt my knees give out, and I gripped his shoulders, shaking him, "J-Jake? Jake?! Jake wake up!" I started feeling my panic and sadness race to bring my mind and body to shambles. I started sobbing slightly, my body shaking. Then, I remembered- more or less remembered- This is a dream! I stood again on my slightly shaky legs, looking around me. I had appeared in a small town, almost like mine. Maybe I need to find my way home. I looked down at my feet and saw the doll of Rainbow Dash.

I picked it, or her, up and started walking as she spoke, "...It's...see you..." I nodded in slight understanding. It was going to be a long night.