Oh wow! Like people actually liked Chapter 1. As I said before lol, my brain was fried and even I know that it got confusing in parts so I apologize to you all. –sniffles- I will continue this I promise but I got caught up with a forum based role-play site that I started up based on S.Kenyon's Dark Hunters, if your interested in a link let me know. I am aiming to get a new Nightmare up every week if life doesn't pull me away.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Forgotten Realms. That honor goes to WotC and RAS.

This goes out to...

Lola Witherbottoms: personally I like the thought of Drizzt on crack, it would be….interesting

Nuitari Aquarius : Why thank you very much. I loved writing that part, it cracked me up writing it in the middle of the night.

Dark Queen Come To Krynn: Thanks…I do aim to please

presidentuziel : I know what you mean, I was really tired when this came together (Chap 1) but I'll aim to get it clearer.

So without further a due….

Regis's Nightmare

Huffing out of breath the diminutive Halfling swallowed hard before looking around the tunnel. Where was that smell coming from? He was sure that it was coming from down below his chamber but he'd gotten lost.

A load grumbling sound spilt the silence and he whimpered. Oh it was so not fair! He wanted to eat so badly that he wanted to stamp his foot on the floor and fall into a tantrum. However he was a cunning thief, had risen up to the challenge and beaten Pasha Pook with his friends when they'd come to rescue him…so why couldn't he find where that delicious smell was coming from?

Was it lamb?

Pork?

Chicken?

Beef?

Rabbit?

Fish?

Pursing his lips he snorted softly before setting off again, his belly growling every few moments as he entertained himself thinking about food. He felt like he was going to die and then he heard voices coming up a head of him in one of the many caverns.

Pausing he bit his lips in worry. What if whoever was in there was a company of Drow coming to attack the Hall's again? What if they attacked him before he could open his mouth to speak? What if they gave him some of that lovely roast!?! Ideas of going back for the others vanished out of his mind as soon as he laid eyes on spit roast. Golden, juicy, saltly…

The voices had gone silent….

Something wet ran down his chin from his mouth and he realized he'd been drooling. Putting his back to the warm stone wall he looked about the small cavern and wondered where the voices where coming from. He had heard them…hadn't he? Rubbing at his cherub like mouth with the back of his hand he continued to look around for some sign that anyone was there.

After five full minuets of waiting and his stomach growling he gave into the siren call leading him to the food. Marching up to the small fire he glanced at the sharp knife and plate set aside a frown marring his face before reaching down and picking them up.

The plate was just the right size for a Halfling sized meal (well for Regis's standards that is) and he grinned. The fire was low, obliviously someone had left a while a god and the voices he'd heard had been the echo's in the tunnels. Ha! That had to be it he mused as he leaned in closer to the bird and took a deep breath.

"I wonder if they'll miss just a little bit" the brown haired cherub murmured before raising the knife, his pink tongue jutting out a little as he watched the blade slide into the flesh…just to have the bird (that was roasted and spitted) slide back along with the fire pit out of Regis's reach.

The Halfling's mouth fell open in shock as he blinked and took a step forwards only to see that the roasting bird had moved further away again. Scowling he took on back and the roast came forward but still out of his reach. His stomach still growling he turned as if he didn't care and then lunged…

…Only to fall flat on his face with his arms outstretched and the bird out of his reach. Moaning and whimpering as he stood up, he stiffened as he caught a look at his tunic and breeches covered in dust. Oh it was on now!

Running forwards towards the roasting bird he squealed as his finger tips brushed the hot bird, hope flaring in his eyes a second before he tripped up for the second time. Scowling he scrambled forwards on his hands and knee's trying to grab at the roast but every time it seemed an inch out of reach…

"Rumblebelly you durned fool."

Pain flared in the back of his head and he groaned and looked up thinking he'd see the familiar bushy red bearded Bruenor Battlehammer standing over him but all he saw was the cavern wall.

"Regis?…"

The soft melody that was the elven voice of Drizzt echoed around the cavern next and the Halfling just sat there in a daze. His eyes kept landing on the roasting bird when his stomach growled more loudly then the last time before he stood up. What in the name of all things goodly was going on he wondered as he planted his hands on his hips.

"Leave him be da' he ain't doing no one much harm"

Cattie brie? What in all the realms was happening? Where was his friends….was this some kind of joke for all the things he'd done to them. It was a very cruel on if it was. Pushing the thoughts of his friends out of his mind for now he turned his eyes onto the roast and found he was stood right next to the thing. Blinking he grinned triumphantly before picking up the knife to cut a slice. Crossing his fingers on one hand, he watched as the blade cut through the white meat smoothly, as if in slow motion he watched as the thick juicy slice slide from the blade and onto the plate…

"REGIS YOU DURNED IDIOT WAKE UP!"

Jolting back he blinked back tears as his head hit something rock hard. Tears finally leaked as he opened his eyes and started up at the dwarf glaring down at him tapping his foot. If looks could kill Regis would have been dead a thousand times by now. Glancing about at his other three friends that wore pained but sympathetic expressions he frowned intending to talk but all that came was another grumbling growl louder then he'd even known his stomach could make.

Flushing, he smiled sheepishly at them all just as he caught the smell of something roasting and looked over at the Ranger who'd busied himself making breakfast. Glancing at the raw meat the drow was spitting he groaned, his feature twisting as taking a green hue before he scrambled up and ran into the bushes leaving his friends staring dumbly at the scene.

R&R please

OK, that was lame but you know what Regis and food is like. Sorry if you didn't enjoy and if you did thats great.