There he was. That purple-clothed clown...
"NiGHTS!!" I pulled him over. He looked at my as he always did...he still had that scar across his face I'd given him...I looked at him demandingly. "Why did you tear off on me like that not long ago?"
"Why should you care?" NiGHTS replied calmly starting off again. "We aren't friends, Reala...You made it very clear."
"You're just ashamed that you lost to me!!" I yelled after him.
He turned to look at me and smiled. "I killed you, Reala. Wizeman brought you back to life. I won, you were killed."
I smiled smartly. "I know you are ashamed of that scar. That scar reminds you of how you and I will never again be friends...and I KNOW how much that bothers you...." I grinned as NiGHTS' left hand clentched into a fist, and his shoulders tensed up.
"That...hasn't got ANYTHING to do with it, Reala..."
Something about the way he said it...Ugh, he was up to something. I knew it...and it had to do something with the Dreamer.... "You were coming from the Nightmare...and I heard NOTHING of Wizeman punishing you..." I crossed my well-built arms over my broad chest, waiting for his pathetic excuse. He and Jackle had much in common; both were pathetic and incredibly stupid at times, though if they were a bit more intelligent, they would've been quite formidable.
NiGHTS looked at me oddly. "Well, I don't think you really care, do you? It just makes you look nosy, and Wizeman hates that trait."
I glared at him. "You were in the Nightmare for a reason..."
"Yes, I was. Everything's for a reason, Reala," he responded cheerfully.
"STOP BEING SMART!" I scowled. "Did that insolent clown Jackle tell you?"
"Tell me what?" He smiled mockingly and I began to get annoyed. "Tell me about the Dreamer you have in the Nightmare? Yes, he did. Nothing deserves to be in that place...nothing but us, the monsters which spawned from it..."
I knew that Dreamer would be here awhile....more still, I KNEW we could acquire much Ideya off him. If he couldn't return to the Waking World, he would have to stay within dreams, thus, to stay here he'd need to produce more Ideya for himself.
"NiGHTS...this one dreamer could supply enough Ideya to get us quite far," I told him simply. He waved it off.
"I don't care!! It's cruel...Eventually, he WILL run out of hope...And if he has no hope here...he will have none in the Waking world...And he'll die, I'm sure. You must have hope..."
I gave him a skeptical look. "What a pity you're so full of 'feelings' now. You were once a very good nightmaren..."
"Nope. I was BAD. I'm good now." He smiled in an irritating, cheerful way that made me want to consume an entire army of Nightopians in annoyance to get my mind off it. Ugh...I hated the way he smiled. It was too happy-looking. I didn't smile...I grinned. I loved to show off my pointed teeth...
"You incredible idiot..." I grumbled as I watched NiGHTS glide off. No need to consider it, I was going to tell Wizeman about this. This Dreamer was going to be excellent for Ideya...
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Well...hee hee hee...strange little dreamer...
It couldn't see me...
I was stupid...I'd left my cloak behind...Ugh....
Little dreamer...It didn't even see me. I stared at it...So funny looking. I watched it...It's eyes were leaking water...What does that mean...? My eyes never leaked water...Does it mean its eyes are broken...?
Hmmmmm...I saw NiGHTS' eyes leak water once.
I continued to watch the dreamer. It was making little odd breathing noises, like it was taking air in really quick every once in awhile. I tilted my head and waited for it to stop. I didn't really like that funny breathing noise...It started wiping away the water from its eyes. I wanted to see why that happened.
I descended down enough that I was behind the dreamer. What an odd little creature...I pitied it. Maybe it would like my happiness would make it feel better. NiGHTS liked when I was happy... I floated over its head and landed in front of it. It looked surprised to see my shoes. I laughed at its reaction.
"Silly dreamer," I told it. It panicked and scrambled backward. It was staring through my body. I laughed again. Maybe it would like my cards..? I took them out, the whole deck, and handed it afew.
It had gloves on like I did, only its were solid white with a buckle 'round the wrist. Oddest dreamer I ever saw...I wondered why I never saw it. Maybe it was Reala's job to give it nightmares...or Puffy's job, or Gillwing's job, or Jackle's job...wait, no....I'm Jackle. Heh heh...
The little orange thing looked at my cards. It seemed calm. YAY!! I was doing good. Maybe I was fun.
It dropped my cards suddenly, and red stuff stained its glove. Hmmm...another similarity to NiGHTS...When it got poked through the flesh, red stuff came. It looked up, trying to find my face. I grinned.
"Silly Dreamer..." I told it. "I'm invisable!! And Reala thinks I'm 'crazy'!!!"
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I flew more quickly. Reala knew that I had found out...Darn it. I made it into the nightmare without seeing any sign of Wizeman, which was lucky.
"NiGHTS!! NiGHTS! NiGHTS!!" Jackle flew up excitedly. "It does stuff you can do!!"
"What?" Jackle wasn't making sence. Jackle clapped. He was grinning widely and I honestly hoped he hadn't scared our poor dreamer too much.
"It leaks water from its eyes and when sharp things poke it, red stuff comes!!"
"SHARP THINGS?!! What were you DOING?!!" I pushed past him and pressed further into the darkness of the nightmare. Jackle chased after me, flying in paraloops, trying to mimic the arcrobatics I did in mid air sometimes.
"I let it play with my cards!!" Jackle said happily, as he darted after me.
"Your CARDS?!!" I almost shrieked. "Jackle, he can hurt himself, unlike you!!" I sighed in frustration and kept flying.
"Tails!" I called in English. Jackle cocked his head. "What? Whats that funny thing you said?" he asked me.
"It's English...its what he speaks in the Waking World..." I explained quickly. And then the worst thing possible happened. ....I flew straight into Wizeman.
"NiGHTS!!" I pulled him over. He looked at my as he always did...he still had that scar across his face I'd given him...I looked at him demandingly. "Why did you tear off on me like that not long ago?"
"Why should you care?" NiGHTS replied calmly starting off again. "We aren't friends, Reala...You made it very clear."
"You're just ashamed that you lost to me!!" I yelled after him.
He turned to look at me and smiled. "I killed you, Reala. Wizeman brought you back to life. I won, you were killed."
I smiled smartly. "I know you are ashamed of that scar. That scar reminds you of how you and I will never again be friends...and I KNOW how much that bothers you...." I grinned as NiGHTS' left hand clentched into a fist, and his shoulders tensed up.
"That...hasn't got ANYTHING to do with it, Reala..."
Something about the way he said it...Ugh, he was up to something. I knew it...and it had to do something with the Dreamer.... "You were coming from the Nightmare...and I heard NOTHING of Wizeman punishing you..." I crossed my well-built arms over my broad chest, waiting for his pathetic excuse. He and Jackle had much in common; both were pathetic and incredibly stupid at times, though if they were a bit more intelligent, they would've been quite formidable.
NiGHTS looked at me oddly. "Well, I don't think you really care, do you? It just makes you look nosy, and Wizeman hates that trait."
I glared at him. "You were in the Nightmare for a reason..."
"Yes, I was. Everything's for a reason, Reala," he responded cheerfully.
"STOP BEING SMART!" I scowled. "Did that insolent clown Jackle tell you?"
"Tell me what?" He smiled mockingly and I began to get annoyed. "Tell me about the Dreamer you have in the Nightmare? Yes, he did. Nothing deserves to be in that place...nothing but us, the monsters which spawned from it..."
I knew that Dreamer would be here awhile....more still, I KNEW we could acquire much Ideya off him. If he couldn't return to the Waking World, he would have to stay within dreams, thus, to stay here he'd need to produce more Ideya for himself.
"NiGHTS...this one dreamer could supply enough Ideya to get us quite far," I told him simply. He waved it off.
"I don't care!! It's cruel...Eventually, he WILL run out of hope...And if he has no hope here...he will have none in the Waking world...And he'll die, I'm sure. You must have hope..."
I gave him a skeptical look. "What a pity you're so full of 'feelings' now. You were once a very good nightmaren..."
"Nope. I was BAD. I'm good now." He smiled in an irritating, cheerful way that made me want to consume an entire army of Nightopians in annoyance to get my mind off it. Ugh...I hated the way he smiled. It was too happy-looking. I didn't smile...I grinned. I loved to show off my pointed teeth...
"You incredible idiot..." I grumbled as I watched NiGHTS glide off. No need to consider it, I was going to tell Wizeman about this. This Dreamer was going to be excellent for Ideya...
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Well...hee hee hee...strange little dreamer...
It couldn't see me...
I was stupid...I'd left my cloak behind...Ugh....
Little dreamer...It didn't even see me. I stared at it...So funny looking. I watched it...It's eyes were leaking water...What does that mean...? My eyes never leaked water...Does it mean its eyes are broken...?
Hmmmmm...I saw NiGHTS' eyes leak water once.
I continued to watch the dreamer. It was making little odd breathing noises, like it was taking air in really quick every once in awhile. I tilted my head and waited for it to stop. I didn't really like that funny breathing noise...It started wiping away the water from its eyes. I wanted to see why that happened.
I descended down enough that I was behind the dreamer. What an odd little creature...I pitied it. Maybe it would like my happiness would make it feel better. NiGHTS liked when I was happy... I floated over its head and landed in front of it. It looked surprised to see my shoes. I laughed at its reaction.
"Silly dreamer," I told it. It panicked and scrambled backward. It was staring through my body. I laughed again. Maybe it would like my cards..? I took them out, the whole deck, and handed it afew.
It had gloves on like I did, only its were solid white with a buckle 'round the wrist. Oddest dreamer I ever saw...I wondered why I never saw it. Maybe it was Reala's job to give it nightmares...or Puffy's job, or Gillwing's job, or Jackle's job...wait, no....I'm Jackle. Heh heh...
The little orange thing looked at my cards. It seemed calm. YAY!! I was doing good. Maybe I was fun.
It dropped my cards suddenly, and red stuff stained its glove. Hmmm...another similarity to NiGHTS...When it got poked through the flesh, red stuff came. It looked up, trying to find my face. I grinned.
"Silly Dreamer..." I told it. "I'm invisable!! And Reala thinks I'm 'crazy'!!!"
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I flew more quickly. Reala knew that I had found out...Darn it. I made it into the nightmare without seeing any sign of Wizeman, which was lucky.
"NiGHTS!! NiGHTS! NiGHTS!!" Jackle flew up excitedly. "It does stuff you can do!!"
"What?" Jackle wasn't making sence. Jackle clapped. He was grinning widely and I honestly hoped he hadn't scared our poor dreamer too much.
"It leaks water from its eyes and when sharp things poke it, red stuff comes!!"
"SHARP THINGS?!! What were you DOING?!!" I pushed past him and pressed further into the darkness of the nightmare. Jackle chased after me, flying in paraloops, trying to mimic the arcrobatics I did in mid air sometimes.
"I let it play with my cards!!" Jackle said happily, as he darted after me.
"Your CARDS?!!" I almost shrieked. "Jackle, he can hurt himself, unlike you!!" I sighed in frustration and kept flying.
"Tails!" I called in English. Jackle cocked his head. "What? Whats that funny thing you said?" he asked me.
"It's English...its what he speaks in the Waking World..." I explained quickly. And then the worst thing possible happened. ....I flew straight into Wizeman.