Spy: Alsmost done. Yes. I'm cleaning out. This is all of the random crap that has been blocking my compy. I have to get rid of it.

But I don't want to delete it, so I'm putting the decent stuff on here.

This one I started when Feri San from deviant art announced that she might be doing a frightmare contest. I'm not sure if she did, but I have this a little bit written. You don't need to see her picture to understand it, but dial up is slower than crap, and links are annoying. But I dedicate this to the awesome Feri-san, who without her mad drawing skills, this drabble would never have existed.


There is always darkness before a dream. Those few fleeting moments between consciousness and the inevitable coming of sleep. This is the time when the mind goes over the events of the day, contemplating on the actions that were carried out and the decisions that would be made the next day.

The nature of these thoughts can change a dream, twisting it into a horrid beast, bent on tearing the dreamer apart…

But sometimes…the dreamer isn't always at fault.


A dark figure lay in the midst of a glowing fog, absent-mindedly toying with the various shining orbs that danced around him. His hand rested on one, staying still… waiting…waiting…

His glowing crimson eyes turned to the orb, watching as it grew larger. He steadied the thing in his hands as his blood colored lips parted, revealing pointed fangs.

The Fenton boy.

The figure chuckled to himself, rolling the ball slightly in his claws, watching as the boy's peaceful image moved with it.

He grew bored with this one.

There had been too many nights of happiness…dreams coming true…goals being achieved…the chain had to end…

And it would end tonight.

The creature chuckled darkly to himself, holding the orb still, running his claws gently over the surface.

"Are you ready, ghost boy?" He hissed. "Because I am."