Beautiful day...I smiled warmly and flew effortlessly through Spring Valley. This had once been my dream, but because early on I decided against listening to Wizeman, it now belonged to Gillwing. Hah, didn't matter to me anymore. Freedom to go where I liked was alot more fun. Ah...free of Reala bothering me. I didn't really understand what he hated so much about me...but...ah well. I guess our friendship from so long ago was behind us.
I was feeling a bit odd at the moment...but...taking almost no notice to it, I decided to go see what Jackle was up to. He was pretty fun; a little crazy at times, but he was always happy, so it was kind of neat to be around him. I eased myself into a turn and directed toward Soft Museum. As I got close, I could hear Jackle's hysterical laughter echoeing through the place. I smiled to myself. Heh, he was clearly enjoying his own company.
"Jackle!" I called to him cheerfully as I came in. He was doing a handstand, then fell over. I laughed a little. "Where were you earlier...?"
He looked at me. His face consisted only of his eyes and mouth, nothing more. His body was entirely invisable, but when he pulled his cloak around his body, it did appear that he had a form. His eyes shone brightly, and he titled his head slightly when he looked at me. "The nightmare!!" he told me as though it had been great fun.
"The nightmare? Why did Wizeman call you in..?" I asked curiously.
Jackle scratched at the place where his nose would be if he had one. "Ahhmmmm...you know, I really forget!! But it was sure funny!!" He flew up above me and I followed, anxious to know why he'd been to that black hell called the Nightmare.
"You don't remember?" I asked him. He was acting more like a little kid than someone who was insane right now...
"Hmmmm..." he said thoughtfully. He took out his deck of cards and threw afew at the wall, where they stuck in by their sharp edges like darts on a dart board. "Something about something I'm not supposed to tell you."
Ooh...that was making my curiousity more. "Aww c'mon, Jackle!! You can tell me!!" I smiled at him. He looked at me again. "I can't tell you because you're NiGHTS, and NiGHTS is the one I was told NOT to tell about the dreamer Wizeman has in the nightmare!!"
My eyes widened reasonably. "Dreamer?! In the NIGHTMARE?!!" Oh no...That was terrible...!! "Is he or she alright?"
"I dunno...Wizeman said it was asleep...So I kicked it..." He snickered. "But...it didn't yell at me. Wizeman and Reala did..."
"Reala..." My smile faded into a deep frown...If Reala knew, nothing but trouble would become for this poor dreamer....
"Did you know that the dreamer looks alot like a nightmaren?" Jackle seemed quite ammused, but I knew if I didn't at least TRY to do something about that dreamer...then...
"Jackle...excuse me...I gotta go do something!" I cried suddenly, and tore out of Soft Museum.
"But...I'm...BOOOOOORED!" was the last thing I heard him wail after me as I flew off. I felt bad leaving like that, but dreamers were the reason this world exsisted...I HAD to help...
Stupid nightmare...it was such a distance off. I sighed and kept up my pace.
"NiGHTS!"
I froze. That voice...no, not Reala!!
"Where are you headed?"
"Ummm...nowhere really," I lied. I'd make a way out...or fly away from him.
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Ohh...Pretty good sleep...I thought. I blinked my eyes open. Darkness surrounded me like some sorta...nightmare. I managed to scramble myself up into a sitting position, and panic filled me up. "What the..?!!" Completly black...but I could still see myself. Slowly, I stood up, looking around cautiously, then walking foward. I hit what felt like a curtain. I gasped slightly, and backed up.
Towering in front of me was a huge...oh good gawd I dunno what. Like one of those male manicans you see in stores that has no neck or arms. Just the shoulders down...A deep blue cape was draped over its broad shoulders and what I guessed what armour lay across. It had no face all all...just a spiked...thing. Six hands floated in front and on the palm of each hand was an amethyst colored eye.
I screamed, stumbled backward and fell. The...thing just stared down at me with its six eyes. A deep calm voice spoke to me...but the words made no sence. Trembling, I forced myself to stop looking at it. It was hideous and frightening and it made me sick to think I'd touched it. Afraid, I started crying. I curled up, hugging my knees against my chest, wrapping my two tails around myself. I flattened my ears back too...maybe it would see I was afraid...Was that bad or good...?
Breathing in a shaky way, I gained enough courage to look at it again. Sonic...why couldn't Sonic be here and protect me...?
"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered. And...It laughed at me. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I was too scared to do anything else...After while, it left me alone.
I looked around. Maybe I was safe...I looked around again from where I was. "H- hello..?"
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Jackle had been right. It did look pretty strange. Nonetheless, this dreamer needed me...I took a breath and glided down to its side. Small little thing...And it was curled up, making itself look even smaller.
I gave it a gentle poke, and it took one look at me before putting its little face in its hands again. "Don't kill me..." it pleaded. Well...it wasn't speaking Nightmaren...but its English was spoken by Claris and Elliot so I knew what it had said.
"Why are you crying?" I asked gently.
It cried out in surprise and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "Y- you can talk...!!"
"Yes," I smiled. "I speak English and Nightmaren...Did Wizeman hurt you..?"
It didn't understand much... "Wizeman...?"
"The big ugly stupid one with the six hands," I explained. I smiled again, trying to ease its fear. "What's your name?"
"Tails..." it said uneasily. Well, in the waking world things were not lacking gender...so this creature was obviously a little boy. And it had two tails.
"But what are you?" I asked, interested in this new little creature.
"A fox...a two-tailed one..."
But...before I could tell "Tails" about myself, I heard something and my head snapped to look in that direction. "Keep safe," I whispered. "I'll come back for you..." I knew in a moment's time, Wizeman would return, and I darted out.
We had defeated him once before, but he arose again, and re-created Reala and everything else. New things too, but I didn't care. He no longer had supreme control; he couldn't watch us as much. That was a small plus.
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Heh heh heh heh...stuff is so much fun.
Laughing was fun, throwing things was fun, asking dumb questions was fun...getting yelled at...wasn't.
I laughed. I liked to do that; made me feel all sparkly. Heh, sparky. I liked that word...Grinning to myself and my cards, I began happily bouncing around...It was cool to mimic stuff, even Puffy. Puffy...she was so huge and round. Thinking of how stupid looking she was made me want to roll around laughing. But I was all alone in the soft Musuem...Reala often said I was in here because I'm a 'raving lunatic and don't deserve freedom'...I like to fly around though...And poke things. Heh heh...I poked Gillwing once...then he tried to bite me...Ooh. Too bad I wasn't wearing my cape...As long as I wear it, I'm safe...
Safe from everything....even that funny thing that slept in the nightmare. I looked down at my invisable body and thought about its fuzzy body. It made me snicker...funny lookin' dreamer...I'm not crazy...I just think weird.
I was feeling a bit odd at the moment...but...taking almost no notice to it, I decided to go see what Jackle was up to. He was pretty fun; a little crazy at times, but he was always happy, so it was kind of neat to be around him. I eased myself into a turn and directed toward Soft Museum. As I got close, I could hear Jackle's hysterical laughter echoeing through the place. I smiled to myself. Heh, he was clearly enjoying his own company.
"Jackle!" I called to him cheerfully as I came in. He was doing a handstand, then fell over. I laughed a little. "Where were you earlier...?"
He looked at me. His face consisted only of his eyes and mouth, nothing more. His body was entirely invisable, but when he pulled his cloak around his body, it did appear that he had a form. His eyes shone brightly, and he titled his head slightly when he looked at me. "The nightmare!!" he told me as though it had been great fun.
"The nightmare? Why did Wizeman call you in..?" I asked curiously.
Jackle scratched at the place where his nose would be if he had one. "Ahhmmmm...you know, I really forget!! But it was sure funny!!" He flew up above me and I followed, anxious to know why he'd been to that black hell called the Nightmare.
"You don't remember?" I asked him. He was acting more like a little kid than someone who was insane right now...
"Hmmmm..." he said thoughtfully. He took out his deck of cards and threw afew at the wall, where they stuck in by their sharp edges like darts on a dart board. "Something about something I'm not supposed to tell you."
Ooh...that was making my curiousity more. "Aww c'mon, Jackle!! You can tell me!!" I smiled at him. He looked at me again. "I can't tell you because you're NiGHTS, and NiGHTS is the one I was told NOT to tell about the dreamer Wizeman has in the nightmare!!"
My eyes widened reasonably. "Dreamer?! In the NIGHTMARE?!!" Oh no...That was terrible...!! "Is he or she alright?"
"I dunno...Wizeman said it was asleep...So I kicked it..." He snickered. "But...it didn't yell at me. Wizeman and Reala did..."
"Reala..." My smile faded into a deep frown...If Reala knew, nothing but trouble would become for this poor dreamer....
"Did you know that the dreamer looks alot like a nightmaren?" Jackle seemed quite ammused, but I knew if I didn't at least TRY to do something about that dreamer...then...
"Jackle...excuse me...I gotta go do something!" I cried suddenly, and tore out of Soft Museum.
"But...I'm...BOOOOOORED!" was the last thing I heard him wail after me as I flew off. I felt bad leaving like that, but dreamers were the reason this world exsisted...I HAD to help...
Stupid nightmare...it was such a distance off. I sighed and kept up my pace.
"NiGHTS!"
I froze. That voice...no, not Reala!!
"Where are you headed?"
"Ummm...nowhere really," I lied. I'd make a way out...or fly away from him.
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Ohh...Pretty good sleep...I thought. I blinked my eyes open. Darkness surrounded me like some sorta...nightmare. I managed to scramble myself up into a sitting position, and panic filled me up. "What the..?!!" Completly black...but I could still see myself. Slowly, I stood up, looking around cautiously, then walking foward. I hit what felt like a curtain. I gasped slightly, and backed up.
Towering in front of me was a huge...oh good gawd I dunno what. Like one of those male manicans you see in stores that has no neck or arms. Just the shoulders down...A deep blue cape was draped over its broad shoulders and what I guessed what armour lay across. It had no face all all...just a spiked...thing. Six hands floated in front and on the palm of each hand was an amethyst colored eye.
I screamed, stumbled backward and fell. The...thing just stared down at me with its six eyes. A deep calm voice spoke to me...but the words made no sence. Trembling, I forced myself to stop looking at it. It was hideous and frightening and it made me sick to think I'd touched it. Afraid, I started crying. I curled up, hugging my knees against my chest, wrapping my two tails around myself. I flattened my ears back too...maybe it would see I was afraid...Was that bad or good...?
Breathing in a shaky way, I gained enough courage to look at it again. Sonic...why couldn't Sonic be here and protect me...?
"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered. And...It laughed at me. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I was too scared to do anything else...After while, it left me alone.
I looked around. Maybe I was safe...I looked around again from where I was. "H- hello..?"
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Jackle had been right. It did look pretty strange. Nonetheless, this dreamer needed me...I took a breath and glided down to its side. Small little thing...And it was curled up, making itself look even smaller.
I gave it a gentle poke, and it took one look at me before putting its little face in its hands again. "Don't kill me..." it pleaded. Well...it wasn't speaking Nightmaren...but its English was spoken by Claris and Elliot so I knew what it had said.
"Why are you crying?" I asked gently.
It cried out in surprise and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "Y- you can talk...!!"
"Yes," I smiled. "I speak English and Nightmaren...Did Wizeman hurt you..?"
It didn't understand much... "Wizeman...?"
"The big ugly stupid one with the six hands," I explained. I smiled again, trying to ease its fear. "What's your name?"
"Tails..." it said uneasily. Well, in the waking world things were not lacking gender...so this creature was obviously a little boy. And it had two tails.
"But what are you?" I asked, interested in this new little creature.
"A fox...a two-tailed one..."
But...before I could tell "Tails" about myself, I heard something and my head snapped to look in that direction. "Keep safe," I whispered. "I'll come back for you..." I knew in a moment's time, Wizeman would return, and I darted out.
We had defeated him once before, but he arose again, and re-created Reala and everything else. New things too, but I didn't care. He no longer had supreme control; he couldn't watch us as much. That was a small plus.
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Heh heh heh heh...stuff is so much fun.
Laughing was fun, throwing things was fun, asking dumb questions was fun...getting yelled at...wasn't.
I laughed. I liked to do that; made me feel all sparkly. Heh, sparky. I liked that word...Grinning to myself and my cards, I began happily bouncing around...It was cool to mimic stuff, even Puffy. Puffy...she was so huge and round. Thinking of how stupid looking she was made me want to roll around laughing. But I was all alone in the soft Musuem...Reala often said I was in here because I'm a 'raving lunatic and don't deserve freedom'...I like to fly around though...And poke things. Heh heh...I poked Gillwing once...then he tried to bite me...Ooh. Too bad I wasn't wearing my cape...As long as I wear it, I'm safe...
Safe from everything....even that funny thing that slept in the nightmare. I looked down at my invisable body and thought about its fuzzy body. It made me snicker...funny lookin' dreamer...I'm not crazy...I just think weird.