Disclaimer: HOWDY! It's your long, lost, friend NIGHTMARE! I haven't written in FOREVER! Okay, since when I post this chapter I'm most likely going to post the other two, I better apologize for the last ones that meant absolutely NOTHING. begins apology …IT'S ALL DAYDREAM'S FAULT!!!!!! Daydream: WHAT?! ME?! Nightmare: Yes, YOU! You came over to my house, we went insane, and we wrote that pointless, INSANE "chapter"!!!! Daydream: But it was FUN! Nightmare: True. Okay, look. Whoever read the last two chapters, wow. If you enjoyed them, wowwww. Lol. They were completely INSANE. Chapter 7 kinda had some story in it… Not really. It was basically us crying. Daydream: continues crying from chapter 7 Lol. So! For all of you that are actually interested, and LIKE this story… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Heh, I mean, here's the REAL chapter 7... I think. Okay, let's call it chapter 7 and a half. Yeah. NEVERMIND!!!!!!! I have no idea what I'm going to write. I'm just kinda gonna write what comes to me. If you have any ideas on what I should do, PLEASE tell me! Oh yeah, I DON'T OWN TMNT!!! (I mean, GOSH, how many times do we really HAVE to say that? If I owned them, there would be posters and necklaces and t-shirts and movies and key chains and stuffed animals and shampoo and toothbrushes and deodorant and EVERYTHING TMNT, EVERYWHERE!!!! It wouldn't be like finding an amazing treasure when you saw something with a TURTLE on it!)

Daydream: TRASHBAG!!!!

Nightmare: Would you quit it with the TRASHBAG?!

Daydream: ^_^ No can do. TRASHBAG!!!

Nightmare: _ throws marshmallow at Daydream's forehead

Both: MARSHMALLOW FIGHT!!!! marshmallows fly everywhere

Mikey: Hey Dream, can I borrow your…. AHHHHHHH!!!!! ducks to avoid airborne marshmallows

Daydream: MARSHMALLOW!!!!!!!!

Splinter: walks into room and catches a marshmallow right before it almost hits him in between the eyes CEASE THIS NONSENSE! NOW!!!!

All movement in the room stops and Daydream and Nightmare look at Sensei, expecting the worst. They were caught white-handed. (har har) Splinter takes a few slow steps forward as he glares at Daydream, then at Nightmare. "You two…" He shakes his head. "You two are extraordinarily insane." Daydream and Nightmare glance at each other, wondering if this was a bad thing. Splinter continues, "Ever since you came here, there has been nothing but noise and chaos." Daydream grins and Nightmare elbows her. "You break everything from toothbrush holders to refrigerators, and you can't hold in your utter foolishness for anything." Mikey sits down on the sofa and listens, as Daydream and Nightmare stand there, feeling very guilty for all, that they are just now realizing, that they have done. "However…" Splinter pauses and the girls feel somewhat relieved. "I would like to thank you two, for bringing so much comfort and happiness into this house." As Daydream and Nightmare listen to his words, but they are to some extent puzzled. Daydream is the first to speak. "Thank you…?" Nightmare gives her an is-that-the-best-thing-that-you-could-think-of look, then says, "We appreciate your gratitude, Master Splinter, but if you don't mind me questioning it, why?" Master Splinter sighs and sits down beside Mikey. Daydream suddenly feels a strong sense of concern and bursts out, "ARE YOU DYING?!" "Daydream!!!" Nightmare punches her in the arm, but then looks at Splinter to see his response. He chuckles, then replies, "No, my child. I am not dying." "Oh." Daydream sits down on the sofa across from Mikey and Splinter, relieved. Nightmare, the only one left standing, repeats her question as she sits down beside Daydream. "Why are you thanking us?" Splinter ponders the question, then answers, with full emotion, "Ever since my sons have been young," he pats Mikey's knee softly, "I have never really been able to give them happiness. I have always felt the need to encourage them to protect the world, and be the best they can be because I believe they have the power and potential to. Until you girls came along, all they ever did was train and fight. There were never pillow fights, marshmallow fights, or any of your ridiculously fun games. So instead of waking them every morning to train to fight the evils of the world, I watch." "You watch us?" Mikey questioned. "Yes, I watch you interact with humans. You act just like them, although you have never really been in contact with humans." Nightmare thought for a moment then said, "So, what you're saying is, you've never really been able to make them as happy as they could have been, but when we came along, we brought it to them?" "Yes, that is correct." Daydream was finally understanding it. "So, we kinda brought a big non-stop party with us!" Splinter was a bit puzzled by this remark but agreed anyways. "Why are you telling us this, Master Splinter?" Splinter looked at Nightmare and Daydream then said, "I understand you have a little problem. Perhaps, with your jumping skills?" Daydream immediately "hopped" out of her seat and yelped, "YES! WE DO! WE CAN'T JUMP AT ALL! IT'S SO SAD! CAN YOU HELP US? PLEASE! OH PLEASE, OH PUH-LEASEEEE SAY YOU CAN HELP US!!!!" Nightmare forced Daydream back down into her seat. "Calm down, my child. I will help you, only if you do something for me in return." Daydream and Nightmare nodded. "Continue making my sons happy." "DEAL!" Daydream instantaneously yelled. Nightmare said nothing, but later regretted it. "Deal." Sensei said as he shook Daydream's hand and looked at Nightmare out of the corner of his eye.

That night, Nightmare had a dream. It was actually more like a nightmare, but how weird would 'Nightmare had a nightmare' sound? Okay, Nightmare had a bad dream. It was one of those dreams where they only last about 3 minutes but it seems like 5 hours. She had only just fallen asleep, but it was a deep sleep. The dream was one of those, where they don't really have a beginning, it just happens. She was in a cylinder-shaped room. The roof extended beyond sight, but you could tell there was a roof. It was a bright red, all around the room, but it got brighter all the way up as if it was challenging the dreamer to feel anger or fury. The farther up you looked, the brighter the red it was. Nightmare stood, not facing the center of the room, but facing the wall, her nose almost touching it. Nightmare spun around quickly, not knowing what to expect. There was nothing in the room but unlimited redness. She looked almost over her right shoulder and listened. She could barely hear it, but there were short, staccato beeps constantly penetrating the air, getting faster and shorter as they played. Nightmare looked around, searching for the projector of the noise. It wasn't the sound that was bothering her, it was the unknowing of the source. Somehow, Nightmare knew that screaming or pounding on walls wouldn't help her to get out of here. She had to rely on her own sources. 'This must mean something…', she kept thinking to herself.

MOOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!! CLIFF-HANGERRRRR!!! WOOOOO!!!!! It's amazing the amount of hyperness builds up when you don't really write a HYPER story! I figured I'd write something a little different for once. Tell me how ya like it! My brother wasn't really that helpful… o_O Bro: I was asleep you little idjit! Nightmare: NOT WHEN YOU WOKE UP!!! Bro: Leave me alone. eats soup Nightmare: BYE! LATER! ADIOS MOOCHACHO!!!!! -NIGHTMARE!-