Afterthoughts

Okay, I felt a need to say a little more about this trilogy before I switch over completely to the series. Yeah, that's right. I'm writing an entire series of this nonsense! You cannot stop me! Hahaha!

Tier: "Molly, I think that you're scaring the reader's away."

Molly: Oops. . . thank,s Tier. Sorry, readers!

NiGHTS: "A series? You mean there's more to the story?" ::reading from a script::

Molly: That's right, NiGHTS! Just because we've had a semi happy ending. . .

Tier: "Semi happy?! You practically killed me off, you killed my best friend, you made Picusha into a mute, you took away yours and Aaron's powers, you made Nightingale a real, living breathign menace, and Wizeman and Reala are still around and trying to kill us!!! How is that even semi- happy?!!

Molly: ::winces at the rabid Nightmaren:: You know, Tier, you'll be getting your own segment at the end of each story. Sort of a Q & A sort of thing.

Tier: "Really? Wow! That sounds like so much fun! And. . . hey, you're not trying to distract me from my anger, are you?"

Molly: ::innocent:: Now why would I do that? I speak only the truth!

Tier: Oh, okay. . . what was I upset about, anyway?

Doze: "One of my parents . . . " ::is bound and gagged and thrown in a closet::

Molly: Whoa, that was too close! I don't want to give to omany spoilers yet! But the series will have a new set of Nightopians, and the introduction of the Mepians!

Picusha: " . . . "

Nightingale: "Enough about them, tell the readers about me!"

Molly: No, you're a copycat!

Nightingale: "I am not! I was just created differently than the other Nightmaren. That's all."

Molly: Yeah, you were all but cloned from my story self! ::blushes:: Oops. . . okay, admission time. This was indeed one of those stories where the author made herself into the main character. But I had no choice! See, this entire series was inspired by a dream that I had, in which NiGHTS really did interrupt a nightmare that I was having. He's done it twice now, actually, and both times were before I'd even played the game or read the comic! Um. . . what was I saying?

Nightingale: ::rolls eyes:: "Nevermind, give me the keyboard."

Molly: Hey! ::gets shoved aside and restrained by a horde of rabid Shleep::

Nightingale: "As you foolish dreamers have probably deduced, I am no longer bound to Molly's darker side. The Nightingale has flown her cage! Wow, that's poetic. I'll have to remember that

Jackal: ::flies by:: "I hate you, too."

Nightingale: ::blinks:: "Note to self - hurt Jackal later."

Molly: ::is freed by Tier and NiGHTS and binds and gags Nightingale before tossing her under the desk:: Okay, imposter, off my keyboard! This "little" comment is running way over!

Okay. . . now I know that that last story was a little morbid, but I was trying to be true to the facts. Nightopians only live to be about five or so nights old in the game. Topper was around long enough to befriend NiGHTS before the story even started, and then he spent two or three nights with Molly and Aaron. The poor little guy was a senior citizen by the last story! But don't worry. . .the little sugarball's still around. Read Molly's and Aaron's final thoughts at the end of the final story, and you'll see. There really is a sense of warmth and comfort that greets me every time that I drift off to sleep, or when I'm just waking up. That could very well be where Nightopians go when their time in Nightopia is over. It's a nice thought.

Tier: "Bwaaaaaaaaa!!! That's why I was sad! Topper!!!! And you didn't even let me be there!!!"

Molly: ::winces:: It's okay, Tier, look how many Nightopian friends you have now!

Tier: ::is attacked by a swarm of Nightopians:: "I hate my life. . ."

Molly: Yeah, well we have a whole new cast of Nightopians and Nightmaren.

NiGHTS: "Don't you have something else to say?"

Molly: ::blush:: Er. . . no?

NiGHTS: ::stares::

Molly: Ack! Can't resist the purple! It's my favorite color, you know! yeah, Nightingale's purple is a reflection of me, and not NiGHTS. Okay? Okay.

NiGHTS: "Molly. . ."

Molly: Okay, fine! ::Bows:: I am very, very sorry for making Reala into a sort of lovesick fool at the end of this. He'll be better soon, I promise! Which will add to Nightingale's. . . well, you'll have to read the series and find out! Nightingale will be better, too. She was just a little too ecstatic at the end there.

Nightingale: "I was glad that this pitiful excuse for a story was finally over."

Molly: Right, keep thinking that.

Tier: "Um, about that Que an ae. . ."

Molly: ::laughs:: Q&A session, Tier! It means that people will ask questions, and you will answer them. They can range from why do you wear green and pink, to deeper thoughts. Like how exactly are Nightmaren created? What is Wizeman? And which came first, the Hollow or the Gao?

Tier: "Oh!"

Molly: Right! And that's why anyone reading this should think up some good questions and send them to NightDrgn@aol.com with the subject header: Ask Tier! Or something like that so that I'll know not to delete it. And if Tier reads your question after the story, you'll get. . . well, I'd send you a T-shirt if I had any. Sorry, but you'll just have to settle for the moment of fame.

Molly: ::looks around:: Is that all? Are we done?

Picusha: " . . . "

NiGHTS: "I can't help but feel that we've forgotten something. . ."

Tier: "But what?"

Molly: Well, it couldn't have been anything important. Now come on, I just dreamed up ::grin:: a great idea for the series!

All: ::leave::

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Nightingale: ::laying under the computer desk:: "Um. . .you guys? I'm kind of stuck here. You guys? Help? This rope chafes! Help me!"