Several minions and an hour later, the girl had been delivered back to her cell where she was placed in what Wizeman had called a 'straight jacket'. As one minion had pointed out, it was far from straight and quite complicated to place on the struggling girl but at least she seemed less likely to slip out of it and causing harm to others and herself.
As it was, it seemed a previous Nightmaren minion had attempted to restrain her with chains but she had managed to break out by breaking her own thumbs. From what Reala had heard this in itself was quite the painful thing for these Dreamers, proving just how mad this little THING had to be. If it weren't for the fact that this reality wasn't nearly as permanent as the world the dreamers came from it wouldn't have been fixed so easily. If it wasn't for Wizeman's own amusement at her jail breaking ability she probably would have been made to keep the joints broken. That was what Reala wished for, anyway, as he was forced to endure a blackening eye as punishment for 'allowing' her escape.
Oh, how he already hated this Dreamer. How he wished he could just throw her out into the Nightmare void to the mercy of the creatures and Nightmarens! But if that happened, no doubt that back stabbing Nights would swoop in and carry her off to some sickly sweet trip to la-la-land for an even more sickly sweet adventure. The mere thought alone caused him to scowl in disgust, only to wince in pain from it.
This didn't even compare to the imagined pain Wizeman would have in store for him should the traitor get his hands on the new pawn.
But now what was he to do? The Dreamer was captured, locked up in her cell.
Reala paused as paranoia kicked in. To make sure he floated down to stand in front of her cell to ensure she was, indeed, still in there.
Content to see her sitting in the back of the cell, head down and knees tucked up a bit, he began to pace back and forth in front of the cell.
His only instructions were to make her useful. How could he make her useful? She was a mad Dreamer that was becoming a permanent resident of the dreaming worlds. If she were given an inch out of the cell she would forcefully make it a mile and take down anyone even remotely NEAR her to leave in her wake of destruction.
If only he had taken a step outside of his own mind during this time, he might notice that each time he passed her cell she was in a different spot. Finally, he would stop and whirl around to glare at her, snapping, "What am I supposed to do with-GAH!" He jumped back as he found himself face to face with the creepy, silent girl, whose face was pressed between the bars. She had somehow managed to break through the bonds of the straight jacket, grabbing the bars on either side of her head through the sleeves as she simply stared at him.
He shuddered as he hovered a foot off the ground, watching her. "If it weren't for the fact that I'm so infuriatingly FRUSTRATED with you, I might be mildly impressed!" He hissed.
Complete lie. He was impressed. This creepy, sickly thing may as well be a new breed of Nightmaren, the way she-
Reala's eyes widened as he realized just what it was his Master had in mind for her. Did Wizeman really intend to use her like a Nightmaren? If there was some way to control her, that might actually work. Nights easily defeated actual Nightmaren without much of an issue. But how could he handle a Dreamer that ACTED as a Nightmaren? Obviously he would attempt to capture her and detain her until she awoke. But the Dreamer made it obvious that she could easily break through most bonds. The added benefit that she never seemed to actually WAKE simply added to the complicated equation. Nights could never actually bring himself to harm a Dreamer. That was why he became such a goody-two-shoes, wasn't it?
"Tell me, Dreamer, what is it you desire? Freedom? Destruction?" He mused aloud as he eyed her.
The silence that ensued didn't help.
"Alright. What if I proposed to let you go free? I can take you to a place where you can cause as much destruction as you please. In return, you simply have to do as I say."
Still, nothing but silence. This was beginning to creep him out.
"Well? Are you interested or not? As far as I'm concerned you can stay in there and ROT." He said impatiently as he placed his hands on his hips.
The Dreamer watched him before simply turning and walking away, moving to sit in the back of the cell with her back to him. Still better than the violent reactions she had shown SO far.
"Fine. Enjoy your new home." Reala growled before turning to float off.
"I want..."
Reala stopped as he listened to the cool voice.
"... I want... to stop dreaming."
Did... Did she just say she wanted to stop dreaming? No more nightmares, surely that's what she meant.
"You no longer wish to experience nightmares, then?"
"No. I don't want to dream anymore. Even dreams hurt as much as nightmares. When I sleep, I want nothingness."
What an odd request to make. One that certainly wouldn't do. After all, how could she be of use if she didn't dream anymore?
"I will pass along your request, Dreamer. Until then, I would advise you to stay in your cell. Oh, and please…. don't kill any more of the Nightmarens. I do believe you've proven yourself enough." With that the Nightmaren left the icy prison. He had to go confer with his Master about the Dreamer's request. After all, only he had the power to grant such wishes. That was IF the request fit with Wizeman's plans.