Chapter Twelve : Nightmare Day

You remember a while back that whole 'Spinny' business, right? Well... Nightmare got sick and tired of that so he kicked Astaroth and Ivy out of his pad/Osthreisenburg Castle and decided to remodel the whole place.

While doing so, he figured that he'd pack up everything of importance and separate it from the trivial stuff he'd kept around for the longest of times, since all the way back in '98.

"Lessee... Crap, crap, crap, crap, double-crap--ooh, my Madonna CDs," said Nightmare, sifting through his boxes of junk. He held up the case of Madonna CDs triumphantly. "I've been looking for these forever! ...Too bad there's no freaking CD players in the sixteenth century." He narrowed his eyes. "That's it! I'm going to invent something so monumental that people will declare a day be named after me!"

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA, SPINNY," rumbled Astaroth.

Nightmare spun around, subsequently flinging his CD case out a window. He winced as the sound of shattering glass reached his ears.

"How'd you get back in? I thought I melted the keys down so I could make the fin on my helmet!"

"I HAD A SPARE."

Nightmare glared at him for a while. "You bastard," he said quietly after a moment.

"OH, COME ON, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HATE ME, RIGHT?" chuckled Astaroth.

"It might be like that, I just have to think for a bit," Nightmare said, checking his nails. "Oh, right. It IS like that."

There was an awkward silence.

"WELL, WHAT ABOUT THAT WHOLE INVENTION DEALY YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT A FEW MINUTES AGO?" Astaroth tried after said awkward silence ended. "YOU SOUNDED REAL ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT."

Of course Nightmare knew that, had he ever sounded enthusiastic, it was when he was going to kill something/somebody. And even then, he was just being evil and not exactly enthusiastic. "Yeah. Well, now that my CDs are no more, I have no need to do so. But I would like a day named after me, who so deserves it after all these years of soul-collecting."

"THEY COULD CALL IT 'SPINNY DAY'!" said Astaroth.

The short, short evil man stared at him. "...No. Just... just no."

"'SHORT GERMAN PERSONS' DAY'?"

Nightmare narrowed his eyes and briefly considered killing Astaroth. But that would be out of the question... for now. "Oh, so now we're going to shoot down petite people, are we? While we're at it, let's make fun of the fruit from China and his motley crew of misfits who include but are not limited to that peppy girl and Bruce Presley."

"'EVIL DAY'?"

"Maybe, but no."

"'SOUL COLLECTION DAY', THE EQUIVALENT TO TAX COLLECTION DAY. ONLY YOU'RE NOT THE IRS. BUT PEOPLE WILL STILL SCREAM AND WRITHE IN AGONY."

"Sounds fun, but... neh."

"'DÍA DE LA PESADILLA'. SO THE SPANISH WILL FEAR YOU."

"While I'd like that, I dislike the Spanish. And the French. Come to think of it, I pretty much dislike everybody and everything. Except for souls, dead people, and overall misery in general."

"'ANMONG IL'?"

"...What?"

"NIGHTMARE DAY FOR THE KOREANS."

"How'd you get so smart? No, I'd better not question things like that, lest there be another pun on my spinning moveset..."

"NIGHTMARE DAY, THEN. SIMPLE, CLEAN, AND TO THE POINT."

"It won't be clean if I have anything to say about it," said Nightmare, chuckling darkly and narrowing his eyes whilst smiling darkly behind his helmet. Thingy-doodle. "So when Nightmare Day comes 'round every year on today, March fourth, people will flee in fear that they'll be killed horribly by me, NIGHTMARE! For I will be their greatest nightmare!" He laughed evilly as lighting struck in the background and thunder rumbled to accompany them.

Nightmare woke up. It was all a dream!