Heyo, so I had a bit of extra time on my hands so I thought I'd write this up. Yey see that didn't take nearly as long as you thought it would, hm? So yes, I am currently working on another project that will go on while this story is um... still going I guess would be the term. The other two are for after I finish this one. I know, that's so lame, but you'll find that this one... it's kinda an insight to me. The main character (OC, btw) is basically my whole personality... Honestly my only problem is figuring out the actual plot, naming said OC, and figuring out what category I want this under. So basically everything... I think I'll start with Batman (as a category)... since that's kinda the only char- holy fudgenuts you were gonna let me spoil the whole plotline and everything! Whew that was close. Don't let me ramble so much wouldja? Geez. Wow, longest A/N ever... Ok well here's your chap.

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Wally's POV

"You know what, Wallace? Let's play a game."

I don't know why, but when he said that, a chill went up my spine.

"I like to call it... 'Let's Get Hooked.'"

Oh no. No. I already know how this game works.

"MOVE! RUN! GET AWAY! DO SOMETHING DAMMIT!"

But no matter how hard I tried, my feet were glued to the ground. He reached out and grabbed my hand, and, from the intense panic building inside me, I pulled it away.

"Hey look! You can move your feet again."

It was true.

"Now, leave! Get out!"

I did exactly that. But then, I found that he was running after me. Albeit a little bit slower, but nonetheless!

"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME WALLACE!"

"No. There is no way he's going that fast."

I turned back to see that the figure following me was not Rudolph. Or maybe it was. I was panicking to much to tell.

If it was Rudolph, he had transformed into an ugly monster. Its eyes glowed yellow, it had goop trailing down it's body, it was black as night, and it had a devilish grin on its face that scared me half-to-death. My eyes widened when I realized that it was throwing the goop at me. He missed the first time. Then he missed again. And just when I had hope that I might make it out okay, a large piece of goop, seemingly coming from out of nowhere, nailed me right in the back. Hard.

I fell to the ground, somehow managing to land on my back, and knocked all the air out of myself. I was about to get up when I realized that the goop was wrapping itself around me. I struggled and vibrated and did everything I could to undo myself, when it dried. The goop stuck me to the ground and prohibited any movement from below my neck.

I stared in fear as the monster advanced slowly towards me, not being able to work my vocal chords until it was about a foot away.

"UNCLE BARRY! DICK! ARTEMIS! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" I yelled in desperation. I continued to shout until my voice hurt, then I kept going.

But no one came and soon the monster was right on top of me, holding down my arms and sitting on my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. I wheezed desperately trying to will the oxygen back into my lungs.

Then, the monster raised its arm for one final strike. I braced my self for impact and watched as in slow motion it collided with my-

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I shot up off the medical bed, drenched in sweat and trying to gain a sense of surrounding.

Then, I found myself staring into the worried yet relieved faces of Barry (his eyes were bloodshot... had he been crying?), Artemis, and Dick. My throat hurt like hell, but someone must've read my mind because once again, I found a cup full of water shoved into my face. I gulped it down.

Then, tears welled up in my eyes and suddenly everything was just too much. Soon, the tears were streaming down my face while ragged sobs tore their way through my throat with jagged breaths in between.

Then, frail arms made their way around my shoulders hesitantly, I flinched away at first, but then I realized that I need this. So I leaned into the offered hug and made someones shoulder really wet and snotty.

When I finished, I looked over at Dick and sent him a sad, pathetic, watery smile. "S-sorry fo-for messing up your re-really awe-hic-some jacket, d-dude."

Dick just shook his head with a sad smile, gave me another hug and muttered something about needing a new one anyway.

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So much fluff! I'm dying cuz I didn't even know I was capable of that. The nightmare was actually based off of one I had after watching Scooby Doo 2 at the age of 5... Yeah, I was really a scaredy cat back then. But hey, 5. And honestly, you can have nightmares about anything so stop being mean.

So I think next chapter I'll show what Barry was doing while Wally was in nightmare-land. Yeah. See ya next time.