Ominously bright orange sky mixed with hints of yellow.

Horizontally shifting spiral patterns.

Floating chunks of rugged and treacherous rocks.

Gargoyles and other ferocious abominations.

"It's a dream. It's a dream!" Julian, with his eyelids closed and muttering with much sweat, was breathing intermittently under immense stress; the stress of these flashing nightmarish visuals of another demonic dimension was suffocating him like subsumed toxic gas.

He thought after the Ninja (and to an extent the tenuous Howard) rescued him from this endless chamber of enclosure full of dangerous creatures, his mind would be at peace.

But no matter how much time he had spent on assuaging himself by consulting Tyler the Gargoyle skull, the now deceased diabolical doppelganger of himself sometimes came to haunt him in his slumber where he initially thought would offer him tranquility.

"Me, you'll always be part of me," He could hear his evil half seemingly reviving with the sheer brief existence of its eerily chaotic voice. It was white, but it was the exact opposite of kindness. He might be gothically dark purple with his treasured top hat and garbs, but he would never want to become the living embodiment of an evil nightmare to everyone and himself.

Everyone else at school, even his Klub, must've thought he had changed his clothing style and also suddenly decided to go on full-blown evil last minute, for the months that he had gone missing and trapped in a shadowland all alone.

Was it because of the peculiar green ball radiating with an unknown creepy green aura that he insisted on keeping as his own birthday present? He couldn't remember why exactly he wanted it from Randy, but now for sure he had regretted doing that, even during his sleep.

He usually could handle eerily staring bats hanging from ceilings. He normally could stand a puppeteered skeleton in front of his eyes during the deranged still-grieving science teacher. He totally could endure the same old edible stalactites he kept consuming and licking to the core to survive in the shadowland.

But he could never accept himself for having created a walking nightmare that originated from within the darkest desires of his heart. All for a birthday present.

"Julian, I'm your desire, and I'll never disappear into thin air. I'll be right back~" The obscured white top-hatted figure continued whispering in its chaotically diabolical and playful voice, slowly shaping itself in his mindscape-

He finally busted his eyelids open to reveal his widened bloodshot pupils, rapidly panting with his still profusely perspiring body of liquefied senses of dread, his nose hissing noises of trepidation, "AHHHHHHH!"

"Julian, are you okay?" His mother's concerned voice was right outside echoing into his still darkened bedroom, the switched off bulb remaining dim and dull above the murky ceiling.

He wanted to call for her help, but there was an invisible weight as hefty and burdensome as a sturdy boulder being placed into his suffocating chest against his will. He could only cover his whole head with his blanket to sob underneath it, like a helpless baby with nobody to understand.

It turns out this nightmare won't fade away.