Disclaimer: The whole concept of NiGHTS belongs to SEGA. This means that every dream creature, including NiGHTS, Reala and Wizeman also belongs to SEGA.

The characters of Hannie and Reese belong to EternalFluffy, Jen belongs to Angel, Tuikempy belongs to Kloa and Tetero while Pomona belongs to The Magic Pickle Fairy. The Magic Pickle Fairy is indeed I, and I still wonder why I gave myself a disclaimer to my own character.

NiGHTS into College

Chapter 3

NiGHTS walked back to her room, as she felt pretty good. Hannie told NiGHTS that she was going to talk to Jen some more, as Hannie waits for Reese's shift to finish so they could hang out. So NiGHTS began to walk back to her dorm, "two dreamers, huh? I better tell my master about that."

NiGHTS went inside of the dormitory building, she walked up the stairs, then got to her room, once the opened it, she couldn't believe what she saw in Pomona's side of the room.

Her bed sheets were a very bright pink in a floral design, with a layer of lace to cover it. There were posters of girls in frilly dresses. Pomona was in a pink frilly skirt herself, and a giant pink bow on her head.

NiGHTS wasn't appalled by this sight at all, she actually thought it was cute, just a little shocked about what she was seeing.

"What? Don't stare, it's a Japanese style," Pomona told NiGHTS, and then threw NiGHTS a magazine that had elements of a book.

NiGHTS looked through the magazine, only to see pictures of girls in similar outfits. She read through the Japanese text, which explained about the girls' personalities and interests. NiGHTS flipped through to see advice on the clothes and how to buy or make them. "Wow, your fashion is very cute."

Pomona smiled, "why thank you, I'm glad someone likes it, unlike most people," then she changed the subject, "by the way, you claimed to be a Nightmaren earlier?"

That was the first time in NiGHTS' stay in the Waking World that someone else had said, "Nightmaren," especially from someone that NiGHTS had never met in the Dream World, "yes, I have mentioned it to you."

Pomona nodded her head, "yeah, my stepbrother had actually talked about you…" She had pulled out her pink Macintosh computer then opened a file, "his name is William Taylor, he lives in England, only met once in real life, at my mother's and his father's wedding, but we talk on Skype often."

NiGHTS looked at the file; it looked something like a journal. She read it through, and it had mentioned her, and Will's adventures with NiGHTS herself as they flew around Nightopia. NiGHTS couldn't believe it, her own roommate; a stepsister of Will's.

"So…you're the same NiGHTS that Will was talking about?" Pomona tried to confirm to herself.

NiGHTS nodded her head, "yeah, I am." NiGHTS scrolled down to the last entry, in which Will wrote about how he would never see NiGHTS again because NiGHTS sacrificed one's own life for Will's and Helen's dreams. "Actually, may I talk to Will on this 'Skype'?"

Pomona went to Skype then looked at her list, "he's not here, but you can talk to him when he is on."

NiGHTS had just sighed, "I don't think that he would want to talk to me after what I've done…"

"Yeah…" then Pomona popped up the question, "why are you in the Waking World anyway?" Then Pomona had a better questions, "Actually, why are you at college?"

NiGHTS really didn't want to answer that question, "um, well…let's just say that I've changed…a lot since then."

"So you've decided you've wanted an education?" Pomona looked at NiGHTS confused, "why would you want one? You're an adventurous and free Nightmaren, you don't need a bachelor's degree."

"Well, it's not that," NiGHTS sighed, "I was kind of…forced into this."

"By Owl I suppose?" Ponoma shrugged, "he seems like someone smart enough to force someone into college."

It looked like that NiGHTS really had to tell the truth, "well, let's just say, I'm serving Wizeman again, and this is my punishment."

Pomona's jaw had unhinged itself, she didn't say anything, but her mouth was wide open. Her stepbrother was not going to be happy about that if he found out.

**

Frederick looked kind of confused, he was on the phone with Wizeman, or as he knows him as, Manton Wize, "A last minute admission?" He looked at the application of Reala, "well, we can't really do that, the year has already started."

"But classes haven't started yet," Wizeman made his point, "besides; my son was a great student in High School."

"I can see that," said Frederick as he looked at the application, "his essay is just wonderful, it's just…a bit too late."

"Then it looks like I will bring my money elsewhere," Wizeman bluffed, of course that would convince Frederick to admit Reala into the college.

The bluff was not seen through at the least, Frederick was a gullible man, "well, there is one student who asked for a double that doesn't have a roommate."

"Perfect," said Wizeman, "what room do you speak of?"

"Clemens Hall, room 143," Frederick answered to Manton, he then put down the phone then took a deep breath. Hopefully things will be fine for this "Reala" kid.

**

Reala appeared in room 143 in Clemens Hall at the Wize College campus. Reala looked around the room, had two beds, two drawers, a mini-fridge with a microwave attached along with two desks, in which one had a young man sitting by as he was typing on the computer. The young man didn't seem to notice Reala's sudden appearance at all. He had very thick headphones on his ears; he had long black hair, which wasn't very well cared for. His brown eyes were glued to the screen which had some sort of fantasy game inside of the screen.

Reala decided to have a look around, the bed that was checkered in red and black was obviously his sleeping area. He looked into one of the drawers where he saw a variety of clothing; Reala seemed to like them since he smiled. That was when Reala looked down he saw that his feet were floating above the ground, so he put his feet flat onto the ground, and then looked at a mirror on the door.

Reala had longish black hair with blue eyes. His skin was ridiculously pale, the way he liked it, even though it was pale to the extent that is was white. There were his tassels on his head, the same as Reala had his whole life. Reala looked male, or as he had seen male dreamers before. Although the armor that he was wearing began to felt heavy, so Reala immediately took off his clothing, then went to the drawer to put on some other clothes.

Reala put on a plain white button on, and then put on a black vest with red pinstripes.

Yet when Reala was trying to put on some black pants, the young man looked back, and then looked surprised, "wow, I didn't see you come in."

Reala pulled up his pants then zipped them up. "Well, maybe you should be more observant."

The young man didn't like this first impression, although if he was going to live with Reala for a year, he had to stay polite, "Well, you must be my roommate, my name is James Gilson, what's yours?"

"Reala Wize," Reala introduced himself, "I guess it's a pleasure."

"Having a bad day?" James asked, he took off his headphones, and then looked around the room. He really hadn't notice Reala packing; he had found the whole matter strange.

"I guess you can call it that," said Reala, "I don't think I can explain why though…"

"Shoot then," James was being opened minded, "can't be worse than not having a nose, lack of wrists and extremely pale skin."

Reala decided to open up to this boy, James was going to find out eventually anyway, "I'm…not from this world."

"Oh!" James became interested, he turned his office chair around to face Reala, "and what kind of world is this? Middle Earth, Wonderland, Oz?"

Reala chuckled, he had never had to explain his world to a Visitor before, "You've been there before; it's the world where you go to when you dream."

"Do you mean the Night Dimension?" James asked, "I've been there, at a very young age."

Reala didn't really remember dreamers as well as NiGHTS, so he had never remembered James, "well, there's no sense in explaining."

"Are you a friend of that purple fellow?" James asked Reala, "and why are you here at Wize College?"

Reala looked up into the ceiling, "we used to be friends," he told James, "I'm here because I tried to be like that, 'purple fellow.'"

Reala walked out of the room, he needed some fresh air. Besides, he needed a break from Visitor interaction, James was enough for one day.

Reala tried to fly up to the sky, but no prevail; he could only fly a few inches. Reala had guessed that he had to glide.

The wind through Reala's face felt great. He closed his eyes and felt the wind sting his face. What Reala loved about flying was the wind hat stung his face.

Only that Reala wasn't concentrating to the ground, and he tripped. His face landed right onto the sidewalk, if he had a nose, it would have bled. Reala looked up to see a young man; he looked short, almost too short. He had short black hair and brown eyes with blue speckles on them. He looked scared and ran away.

Reala immediately got up, and then glided quickly over to the running boy. "Stop if you know what's good for you!"

That didn't help at all, the boy ran faster, then pulled out a whistle from his key ring.

Reala jolted himself to the young man, then grabbed the key ring from him, "don't you dare!"

The boy knelt down, and then began to cry out, "Don't do anything, I'll scream!"

This boy was insecure, as Reala thought to himself. He hadn't seen a boy that insecure in a decade. Probably the same boy, but knowing Visitors wasn't exactly Reala's forte. Back when NiGHTS was around serving Wizeman, she had always known each and every Visitor. "What's your name, Visitor?"

"Tuikempy Johansson," said Tuikempy, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing," Reala cried out, "you were the one who started running!"

"Oh…" Tuikempy looked down as he stood up, "I'm sorry; you just looked like some who would…."

"Mug you?" Reala asked, and then began to laugh, "I would never do such a lowly thing; my potentials are much higher."

Tuikempy took a step back, then took a closer look at him, "you look kind of familiar."

"I look familiar to many people, kid," said Reala, "Well, my name's Reala, I doubt that we've met," Reala stated to Tuikempy, "now excuse me, I shall get to my walk."

"Reala…" Tuikempy told himself, "sounds way too familiar…" Then it was Tuikempy that was chasing Reala, "hey, wait!"

The odd looking Nightmaren like human didn't wait at all, he continued to walked, but Tuikempy continued to follow.

When Tuikempy finally caught up to Reala he asked, "Would you like to hang out?"

"No," Reala scowled at Tuikempy, "I'm not in the best of moods."

"Then how about some ice cream?" Tuikempy gave the invitation, "ice cream always makes me feel better!"

Reala stopped walking, and then gave Tuikempy a glare, "and I thought you were a college student."

"I am," said Tuikempy, "but a grown man can still enjoy ice cream."

**

By full coincidence, Hannie, Reese, Pomona and NiGHTS were at a Cold Stone creamery.

NiGHTS wanted to drool over the ice cream in front of her, it had everything that looked good to her, caramel, pecans, chocolate brownies and most of all, it was all in cake batter ice cream, "That would be $5.47 'mam," said the ice cream scooper.

The plan of having ice cream was foiled, she didn't have any money, but Hannie saved the day by taking out her debit card, "we're together."

"Wow, thanks!" said Pomona, "I would think that you're being way too nice, but hey, free ice cream!"

"It's too bad Jen couldn't make it," said Reese, "she had the give her sister the grand tour of the college."

"Her sister's pretty cool too," said Hannie, as they walked over to a table, "she has an amazing singing voice."

NiGHTS looked around the Cold Stone; it was as empty as a My Dream for a first time Visitor. At least it was empty until two people walked into the place. One was a very short boy, black hair, brown eyes, jeans and t-shirt. The other was very pale, blue eyes, black hair, button down shirt and red and black striped vest. Then NiGHTS observed the jester like tassels attached to his head. Immediately NiGHTS hid herself under the table.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Pomona.

"Yeah," Hannie nodded her head, "is something the matter?"

"My brother is here," NiGHTS whispered to the three.

"Well, then," said Pomona, "then looks like I will have to eat your ice cream."

That was when NiGHTS made a high pitched squeal of, "no!" It was heard from everywhere in the entire creamery, including the two who were up front all the way to the people in the back room who looked to see what was wrong. NiGHTS held onto her ice cream for her life, "you are not going to eat my ice cream!" Yet NiGHTS seemed to had found ice cream more important than hiding from her brother, since Reala was standing right by the table, "Um…hi," NiGHTS said nervously.

Reala made his infamous evil laugh, "are you so happy to see me, that you're speechless?"

"No," NiGHTS gave Reala a glare, "and I thought you would stop being a jerk if I came back!"

That was when Reala began to talk in a heartfelt, yet sarcastic way, "Aw, NiGHTS, would you treat your own brother that way, in front of your friends too?"

Pomona knew the entire situation, so she decided to speak up, "Reala, just shut up, she's been through a lot!"

"Why are you here anyway?" NiGHTS asked, implying why Reala was in the Waking World.

"Well, Tui here said that ice cream is good for emotional pain," Reala pointed to Tuikempy, "We've bumped into each other."

"Well how about you just get your ice cream and leave NiGHTS alone?" Pomona cried out to Reala.

"Good idea," said Tuikempy, "this argument's getting scary."

"Agreed," Reese nodded his head, as he had no idea what was going on.

"Fine," said Reala, "but NiGHTS, this is not over." Reala went over to the counter to order his ice cream; they ignored each other for the outing. Even if NiGHTS heeded to Reala's warning.