DISCLAIMER:
NiGHTS into Dreams belongs to Sonic Team, and I do not own any of the characters contained in this fanfic.
Flames will be used to cook marshmallows.
It's been a while since my last update, and I apologize for that! I've had some serious Writer's Block.
But NiGHTS returns in yet another case of dumb luck!
Please remember that reviews are what keeps me going! I'll keep writing as long as you nice people keep reviewing!
Oh, one warning here - I got kind of silly and started spoofing one of my favorite movies, so please either enjoy or ignore the references :)
And on that note, onto the story!!!
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NiGHTS into Dreams
Coincidences
Part Three
"Mortal Combat"
"Hyah!" A golden flash split a chunk of stone down the center. "Hah!" A booted foot shattered a plank of wood. Amused by his successful training, Reala paused to admire his handiwork. All around him, metal was twisted out of shape, wood and stone were shattered, and various heavy weights were strewn around from lifting exercises.
Not a Nightmaren alive could match Reala for strength, and he delighted in that knowledge. Granted, the others were powerful, but not in the same way.
Clawz was lean, muscular, and fierce, but he had a fatal flaw. The feline couldn't resist explosions and destruction. He preferred causing chaos to outdoing his peers.
Gulpo was nothing more than a giant guppy to Reala. His electrifying powers would be against the rules of the test, and being as he lacked true hands and arms, Reala saw the great fish as little to no threat.
Puffy couldn't hit a high note, let alone her opponent. She was probably blinded by her own bulk. Reala smirked at the thought. No, the operatic bunny was no threat to him. A simple grab and hurl strategy would win that match.
Jackle was laughable. No body meant that he had no actual weight or limbs with which to pin his opponent. And Jackle was terribly defensive of his precious cloak. he would completely forget what he was doing the instant that that garment was removed.
The only one who might have been a threat was GillWing. The dragon was almost all muscle, and could easily crush or constrict his opponents, or pin them beneath his massive wings. Of course, GillWing was all brawn and very little brains.
And then there was NiGHTS . . . slim, delicate, ballerina wannabe NiGHTS. Reala laughed despite himself at the idea of the purple Nightmaren being any threat.
Out of all of the Nightmaren, only NiGHTS was a match for Reala, and NiGHTS was going down! Reala laughed loudly and evilly. Life was good.
*Awaken, my Nightmaren!* The order came, and every Nightmaren sprang to attention, wide awake. All except one. *You too, NiGHTS* Wizeman's disgusted tone caused a ripple of chuckles to flow up and down the ranks of assembled Nightmaren.
"Huh? Dusk already?" NiGHTS glided to the window, peering out at the night sky. Something flew past - a yellow Nightmaren? NiGHTS blinked, and disregarded the anomaly. Insomnia was to blame for anything odd, NiGHTS decided, and Wizeman had had him up, down, in, and out over the past few days.
The hazy form of their Master materialized, superimposed over the castle.
*My Nightmaren, have you prepared yourselves for tonight's tournament?* Wizeman's six eyes relaxed in lazy approval at the roar of confirmation. "I s'pose so. . ." One voice reached him. Wizeman's eyes narrowed as he singled out the one who had spoken.
NiGHTS was sagging, watching Reala in the way that a condemned man might study the guillotine. Reala noticed, and straightened proudly, even more sure of his victory than before. Wizeman forced himself to turn away from those two.
*Let mortal combat begin!* Wizeman declared in a very rare moment of drama.
The response was instantaneous, as every Nightmaren charged into the fray, each seeking to be the last one standing.
Reala ducked a swipe from GillWing's spiked tail before sinking his claws into Puffy's bulk and hurling her at NiGHTS. NiGHTS saw the living projectile. Or rather, he heard her, and flew into the air, catching hold and hurling her into the sky and out of sight.
Reala took advantage of NiGHTS' distraction to fly at him, sinking his claws into NiGHTS' shoulders and jerking him close. "Get over here!" He grinned evilly, then flung his dazed counterpart to the ground. NiGHTS grunted as the air was knocked out of him, and paled when he found Reala looming over him.
Reala laughed. "I am going to make you hurt all over, NiGHTS!" he leaned closer, claws flexed and ready.
"And now for a taste of things to come. . . "
NiGHTS instinctively threw himself aside, then cried out as his "horn" was pierced. As soon as Reala drew back, he scrambled away and took flight. NiGHTS wanted to retreat, but Wizeman would never allow it.
Reluctantly, he turned to face the smug Reala.
Jackle looked around at the chaos, then squeezed his eyes tightly shut and hurled cards in random directions, hoping to hit something. Miraculously, he managed to score a hit on Gulpo, who was floating in a specially designed moat. The great fish let out a blast of bubbles and sank out of sight.
Jackle blinked and looked over at the bubbling moat. "Drama queen. . ."
Jackle cried out as ten claws ripped against his backside, his cloak the only thing keeping him from being struck Whirling, he glared at Clawz. "Time to put the cat out!"
Clawz rolled his eyes at the stupid sounding challenge, and simply threw himself at Jackle.
NiGHTS backed past the two lesser Nightmaren, followed by the gloating Reala. Reala darted forward, pushing NiGHTS over and laughing. "And here Wizeman thinks that you're some kind of prophesized hero! You are the chosen one!" "Allright." NiGHTS growled, getting up. he assumed a fighting stance, figuring that he could at least look cool before he was taken out. "Let's dance."
Reala blinked at the corniness, then shrugged and dove for NiGHTS.
Wizeman watched impassively as the Nightmaren fought.
In seemingly no time at all, Wizeman found that Gulpo had been knocked senseless and sliced by a lucky throw from Jackle. GillWing had been dazed by a firecracker thrown at Jackle by Clawz, then blown apart by several more as Clawz took advantage of his accidental strike. Clawz had in turn been taken out by Jackle while attacking GillWing.
Puffy had yet to be found after being flung out of sight by Reala and NiGHTS.
That left Jackle, Reala, and NiGHTS.
NiGHTS was currently pinned to the castle wall, held in place by Reala's powerful arm and claws. Jackle was buzzing nearby, eager to fight, but nervous about getting between NiGHTS and Reala.
NiGHTS squirmed a little, but stopped as soon as he felt Reala's claws prick him. Annoyed at being held like this, he narrowed his eyes a little. "Will you just do something already? This is getting boring!"
Reala blinked and opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by a musical screech and a growing shadow right over him. Looking up, he spotted Puffy coming back down at last and about to crush him.
"Hm." frowning, Reala slide to one side, smirking as it seemed that he had evaded the threat.
Puffy misses Reala completely, bounced into the air, and landed on Jackle.
Reala turned to smirk at NiGHTS, only to be met with a kick in the face as NiGHTS was able to move freely again. NiGHTS laughed. "That was a little too easy!"
Jackle had a huge grin on his face as he watched from his position, pinned beneath Puffy's bulk. Puffy shook her head dazedly. "It TIs only funny unTIl SOmeone gets hurt!"
"I know." Jackle laughed. "Then it's hilarious!" He choked, then groaned and fell limp as the shock of being crushed by an enormous, operatic bunny caught up with him.
Puffy groaned, finally falling unconscious.
NiGHTS rubbed his shoulder where Reala had pierced him, then proceeded to brush at his other injuries.
Miraculously, he was still largely intact. "Hey, maybe this whole fighting thing isn't so bad after all!"
He blinked as someone tapped him on the shoulder, and turned to recieved Reala's clawed fist across his cheek. Reeling, NiGHTS went down.
Reala laughed as his last opponent was defeated, and raised a hand in a salute to Wizeman. Six eyes watched silently, appraising the red black and white Nightmaren. Reala chuckled smugly and took a step forward to fly up to Wizeman and recieve his praise. Unfortunately, he failed to watch where he put his feet, and tripped over NiGHTS' limp form!
Reala went down, his head striking the wall as he did.
NiGHTS stirred as he was kicked, blinking dazedly. "Owwww. . . . "
*Well done, NiGHTS. You have won.* Wizeman stated calmly. NiGHTS looked around at the other Nightmaren, all of whom were out cold. "Oh. . . how'd that happen?"
Later, a strange thudding sound echoed through the wall of the NiGHTS' chamber.
NiGHTS banged his head repeatedly. "Stupid, clumsy, troublemaking, idiot Reala!!! Why'd he have to get knocked out?!! I don't wanna be Wizeman's best 'Maren! It's boring!"
With that little tantrum out of his system, NiGHTS realized why it's not a good idea to repeatedly bash your head into a stone wall, and passed out.
NiGHTS was awakened sometime later by an all too familiar voice, and curled into a tight ball as a migraine made itself known to him as a result. *NiGHTS. You are undefeated, and I am pleased. You will compete once again."
NiGHTS' loud wail of frustration and despair shook the castle, sending a flock of Hollows winging off into the night.
Night was soon invaded by the first rosy rays of morning. Morning in turn gave way to noon. And noon was overwhelmed and enveloped by the darkening of evening.
NiGHTS sat alone on the roof of a castle spire, staring out at the landscape. The dim light was still enough to hurt his sensitive feline eyes, but NiGHTS was learning how to squint and avoid looking directly in the direction of the setting sun.
As it turned out, Jackle had been crushed so badly that he was unable to compete. GillWing's head had grown back of course, but his wings were tattered from Clawz's firecrackers.
Puffy had been crushed by her own immense bulk and was also out of commission as was Clawz, who had sufffered a broken foreleg and so been rendered temporarily out of the running.
Even Reala needed a little time to recuperate, having given himself a slight concussion when his head struck the castle wall.
That left only NiGHTS and Gulpo unscathed, and Gulpo's side sported the scars from Jackle's card attack.
With only two Nightmaren available, Wizeman had decided to postpone the next event until all of his creations had recovered. Much to Reala's and Jackle's immense relief.
NiGHTS was also relieved. The next match was to be a test of speed and endurance. At first it seemed to be a repeat of the initial race, but Wizeman had clarified. It was in fact, a race that would take place full on the ground. Flying was forbidden and any caught flying would be disqualified.
NiGHTS knew that he was the fastest flyer, but on the ground, he would be easily outdistanced by the lithe feline, Clawz.
So far, NiGHTS just couldn't lose no matter how hard he tried, but his chances in this coming match were not good.
NiGHTS smiled happily at the thought of just how badly he was going to lose. "Perfect. . ."
NiGHTS into Dreams belongs to Sonic Team, and I do not own any of the characters contained in this fanfic.
Flames will be used to cook marshmallows.
It's been a while since my last update, and I apologize for that! I've had some serious Writer's Block.
But NiGHTS returns in yet another case of dumb luck!
Please remember that reviews are what keeps me going! I'll keep writing as long as you nice people keep reviewing!
Oh, one warning here - I got kind of silly and started spoofing one of my favorite movies, so please either enjoy or ignore the references :)
And on that note, onto the story!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NiGHTS into Dreams
Coincidences
Part Three
"Mortal Combat"
"Hyah!" A golden flash split a chunk of stone down the center. "Hah!" A booted foot shattered a plank of wood. Amused by his successful training, Reala paused to admire his handiwork. All around him, metal was twisted out of shape, wood and stone were shattered, and various heavy weights were strewn around from lifting exercises.
Not a Nightmaren alive could match Reala for strength, and he delighted in that knowledge. Granted, the others were powerful, but not in the same way.
Clawz was lean, muscular, and fierce, but he had a fatal flaw. The feline couldn't resist explosions and destruction. He preferred causing chaos to outdoing his peers.
Gulpo was nothing more than a giant guppy to Reala. His electrifying powers would be against the rules of the test, and being as he lacked true hands and arms, Reala saw the great fish as little to no threat.
Puffy couldn't hit a high note, let alone her opponent. She was probably blinded by her own bulk. Reala smirked at the thought. No, the operatic bunny was no threat to him. A simple grab and hurl strategy would win that match.
Jackle was laughable. No body meant that he had no actual weight or limbs with which to pin his opponent. And Jackle was terribly defensive of his precious cloak. he would completely forget what he was doing the instant that that garment was removed.
The only one who might have been a threat was GillWing. The dragon was almost all muscle, and could easily crush or constrict his opponents, or pin them beneath his massive wings. Of course, GillWing was all brawn and very little brains.
And then there was NiGHTS . . . slim, delicate, ballerina wannabe NiGHTS. Reala laughed despite himself at the idea of the purple Nightmaren being any threat.
Out of all of the Nightmaren, only NiGHTS was a match for Reala, and NiGHTS was going down! Reala laughed loudly and evilly. Life was good.
*Awaken, my Nightmaren!* The order came, and every Nightmaren sprang to attention, wide awake. All except one. *You too, NiGHTS* Wizeman's disgusted tone caused a ripple of chuckles to flow up and down the ranks of assembled Nightmaren.
"Huh? Dusk already?" NiGHTS glided to the window, peering out at the night sky. Something flew past - a yellow Nightmaren? NiGHTS blinked, and disregarded the anomaly. Insomnia was to blame for anything odd, NiGHTS decided, and Wizeman had had him up, down, in, and out over the past few days.
The hazy form of their Master materialized, superimposed over the castle.
*My Nightmaren, have you prepared yourselves for tonight's tournament?* Wizeman's six eyes relaxed in lazy approval at the roar of confirmation. "I s'pose so. . ." One voice reached him. Wizeman's eyes narrowed as he singled out the one who had spoken.
NiGHTS was sagging, watching Reala in the way that a condemned man might study the guillotine. Reala noticed, and straightened proudly, even more sure of his victory than before. Wizeman forced himself to turn away from those two.
*Let mortal combat begin!* Wizeman declared in a very rare moment of drama.
The response was instantaneous, as every Nightmaren charged into the fray, each seeking to be the last one standing.
Reala ducked a swipe from GillWing's spiked tail before sinking his claws into Puffy's bulk and hurling her at NiGHTS. NiGHTS saw the living projectile. Or rather, he heard her, and flew into the air, catching hold and hurling her into the sky and out of sight.
Reala took advantage of NiGHTS' distraction to fly at him, sinking his claws into NiGHTS' shoulders and jerking him close. "Get over here!" He grinned evilly, then flung his dazed counterpart to the ground. NiGHTS grunted as the air was knocked out of him, and paled when he found Reala looming over him.
Reala laughed. "I am going to make you hurt all over, NiGHTS!" he leaned closer, claws flexed and ready.
"And now for a taste of things to come. . . "
NiGHTS instinctively threw himself aside, then cried out as his "horn" was pierced. As soon as Reala drew back, he scrambled away and took flight. NiGHTS wanted to retreat, but Wizeman would never allow it.
Reluctantly, he turned to face the smug Reala.
Jackle looked around at the chaos, then squeezed his eyes tightly shut and hurled cards in random directions, hoping to hit something. Miraculously, he managed to score a hit on Gulpo, who was floating in a specially designed moat. The great fish let out a blast of bubbles and sank out of sight.
Jackle blinked and looked over at the bubbling moat. "Drama queen. . ."
Jackle cried out as ten claws ripped against his backside, his cloak the only thing keeping him from being struck Whirling, he glared at Clawz. "Time to put the cat out!"
Clawz rolled his eyes at the stupid sounding challenge, and simply threw himself at Jackle.
NiGHTS backed past the two lesser Nightmaren, followed by the gloating Reala. Reala darted forward, pushing NiGHTS over and laughing. "And here Wizeman thinks that you're some kind of prophesized hero! You are the chosen one!" "Allright." NiGHTS growled, getting up. he assumed a fighting stance, figuring that he could at least look cool before he was taken out. "Let's dance."
Reala blinked at the corniness, then shrugged and dove for NiGHTS.
Wizeman watched impassively as the Nightmaren fought.
In seemingly no time at all, Wizeman found that Gulpo had been knocked senseless and sliced by a lucky throw from Jackle. GillWing had been dazed by a firecracker thrown at Jackle by Clawz, then blown apart by several more as Clawz took advantage of his accidental strike. Clawz had in turn been taken out by Jackle while attacking GillWing.
Puffy had yet to be found after being flung out of sight by Reala and NiGHTS.
That left Jackle, Reala, and NiGHTS.
NiGHTS was currently pinned to the castle wall, held in place by Reala's powerful arm and claws. Jackle was buzzing nearby, eager to fight, but nervous about getting between NiGHTS and Reala.
NiGHTS squirmed a little, but stopped as soon as he felt Reala's claws prick him. Annoyed at being held like this, he narrowed his eyes a little. "Will you just do something already? This is getting boring!"
Reala blinked and opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by a musical screech and a growing shadow right over him. Looking up, he spotted Puffy coming back down at last and about to crush him.
"Hm." frowning, Reala slide to one side, smirking as it seemed that he had evaded the threat.
Puffy misses Reala completely, bounced into the air, and landed on Jackle.
Reala turned to smirk at NiGHTS, only to be met with a kick in the face as NiGHTS was able to move freely again. NiGHTS laughed. "That was a little too easy!"
Jackle had a huge grin on his face as he watched from his position, pinned beneath Puffy's bulk. Puffy shook her head dazedly. "It TIs only funny unTIl SOmeone gets hurt!"
"I know." Jackle laughed. "Then it's hilarious!" He choked, then groaned and fell limp as the shock of being crushed by an enormous, operatic bunny caught up with him.
Puffy groaned, finally falling unconscious.
NiGHTS rubbed his shoulder where Reala had pierced him, then proceeded to brush at his other injuries.
Miraculously, he was still largely intact. "Hey, maybe this whole fighting thing isn't so bad after all!"
He blinked as someone tapped him on the shoulder, and turned to recieved Reala's clawed fist across his cheek. Reeling, NiGHTS went down.
Reala laughed as his last opponent was defeated, and raised a hand in a salute to Wizeman. Six eyes watched silently, appraising the red black and white Nightmaren. Reala chuckled smugly and took a step forward to fly up to Wizeman and recieve his praise. Unfortunately, he failed to watch where he put his feet, and tripped over NiGHTS' limp form!
Reala went down, his head striking the wall as he did.
NiGHTS stirred as he was kicked, blinking dazedly. "Owwww. . . . "
*Well done, NiGHTS. You have won.* Wizeman stated calmly. NiGHTS looked around at the other Nightmaren, all of whom were out cold. "Oh. . . how'd that happen?"
Later, a strange thudding sound echoed through the wall of the NiGHTS' chamber.
NiGHTS banged his head repeatedly. "Stupid, clumsy, troublemaking, idiot Reala!!! Why'd he have to get knocked out?!! I don't wanna be Wizeman's best 'Maren! It's boring!"
With that little tantrum out of his system, NiGHTS realized why it's not a good idea to repeatedly bash your head into a stone wall, and passed out.
NiGHTS was awakened sometime later by an all too familiar voice, and curled into a tight ball as a migraine made itself known to him as a result. *NiGHTS. You are undefeated, and I am pleased. You will compete once again."
NiGHTS' loud wail of frustration and despair shook the castle, sending a flock of Hollows winging off into the night.
Night was soon invaded by the first rosy rays of morning. Morning in turn gave way to noon. And noon was overwhelmed and enveloped by the darkening of evening.
NiGHTS sat alone on the roof of a castle spire, staring out at the landscape. The dim light was still enough to hurt his sensitive feline eyes, but NiGHTS was learning how to squint and avoid looking directly in the direction of the setting sun.
As it turned out, Jackle had been crushed so badly that he was unable to compete. GillWing's head had grown back of course, but his wings were tattered from Clawz's firecrackers.
Puffy had been crushed by her own immense bulk and was also out of commission as was Clawz, who had sufffered a broken foreleg and so been rendered temporarily out of the running.
Even Reala needed a little time to recuperate, having given himself a slight concussion when his head struck the castle wall.
That left only NiGHTS and Gulpo unscathed, and Gulpo's side sported the scars from Jackle's card attack.
With only two Nightmaren available, Wizeman had decided to postpone the next event until all of his creations had recovered. Much to Reala's and Jackle's immense relief.
NiGHTS was also relieved. The next match was to be a test of speed and endurance. At first it seemed to be a repeat of the initial race, but Wizeman had clarified. It was in fact, a race that would take place full on the ground. Flying was forbidden and any caught flying would be disqualified.
NiGHTS knew that he was the fastest flyer, but on the ground, he would be easily outdistanced by the lithe feline, Clawz.
So far, NiGHTS just couldn't lose no matter how hard he tried, but his chances in this coming match were not good.
NiGHTS smiled happily at the thought of just how badly he was going to lose. "Perfect. . ."
