Back in the dream world the dream juju told Zexion that he was closer than before and warned him of the daunting nightmare creatures. Still hurting from the "death" of his friend Zexion yes'd the juju and slugged on. Dragging in his sorrow the nightmare creatures could feel the depressed air the nobody was giving off. His face was blank and unapproachable. Feeling sorry for the guy they let the depressed young man pass undisturbed from his drunken morning. Some brave slug nightmare with teeth, arms and beady eyes slinked over to the young man who's aura reeked of depression and tried to get some response from the nobody. Zexion's gaze turned the nightmare's look from a goofing intimidation to an upset horror. For not even it's ugly mug could snap him out of his state. As he carried on, the life that lived in the area seemed to become unnerved. The quite that came off of Zexion was even heard by the dream juju that stopped him through out his way.
"What in the world happened? Are you even alive in there", it asked.
Zexion lifted his eyes to orb slowly. The dead look Zexion gave was enough to silence the juju and force it away for the rest of the time he was in the dream world. Zexion was left to stew in his misery by the rest of the inhabitants. He somber up to the pit fend who got a blast of the aura he was unwittingly giving off. It stopped it's self mid raw as it could feel the depression Zexion was sending off as they locked eyes. It hunched it's self to Zexion's level. The creature dared to moved closer to the Nobody feeling bad for what ever may have happened to them. Unable to keep himself composed the nightmare broke Zexion glaze look and forced him to fall backward on the ground and whimpered.
"It's not fair...", Zexion whimpered.
He looked at the thing that looked like it could swallow him whole.
"Just, just eat me", he wined.
It pulled it's self down more to be level with the saddened young man. The beast nudged Zexion with it's head though to no response but more whimpering and an invitation to devouter him. Some of the nightmares who had let him pass came to where he and the pit fend were. All he did was sit in the darkened blueish dream muck and burred his face in his arms and knees. Everything was still; the nightmare beasts were all unsure what to do. For they had never dealt with a feeling this unknown. Then Zexion came to the realization, if he were to stay like this Lexeaus would have surely pasted in vain just as Vexen told him. Remembering the look in Lex's eyes yelled to get him and Vexen back. Even if he would never become Asluse every again, at least Zexion and Vexen might become Even and Ienzo and that was good enough for him. So getting all upset would spit in the face of his sacrife. Zexion lifted his head slowly to find the pit phend in his face. Zexion took one of his hands from around his knees and touched it to its head. Now feeling better he got up as the nightmare rose it self to its upright position. Having gone through what he did the nightmare spit out the rift kindly giving him his way out. The nightmares felt that Zexion had suffered a nightmare even they could never know and came back to tell the tale.