Wow so my little hiatus was not fun but hey at least I wasn't completely unproductive, here goes chap. 2 enjoy and hopefully I'll be back soon.

I do not own NiGhtS (Sega does) or Kim Possible (Disney does).

Enjoy!

Ron

1st Night

"Higher Dad, higher!" a blonde haired little boy yelled as his father gave him another push in his swing. The father laughed as his son soared higher into the air and still asked to go further.

"Easy Ron any higher and you're going to need a space suit."

Ron laughed as he pumped his legs in rhythm with the swing. "Huh-uh dad I can't go that high."

"Oh I don't know, the odds look good if you keep going."

Ron Stoppable loved it when he came to the park with his parents. They would play for hours and do whatever Ron liked best. The swings were his all time favorite and it was the best when Ron had his dad to push him. Like always when his dad said that Ron was close to going into space he leapt from his seat and landed a few feet away. He turned, a big grin on his face, and said the line he always said, "Houston I have landed."

Usually his dad would laugh and clap as Ron took a bow, but as Ron took his bow he didn't hear anything from his dad. He looked back to the swings expecting to his his dad, standing where he had been, probably with a smile on his face but no one was there. Ron looked around, maybe dad was playing a trick on him and was going to pop out somewhere and surprise him. Minutes ticked by but his dad did not reappear.

Ron was starting to get worried, his dad wouldn't have just left him alone, would he?

"Dad?" Ron yelled as he began searching the playground. "Dad!?!"

The other people around paid him no attention. The children continued to play and the adults simply watched, nothing seeming wrong to them. Ron was getting scared now, if no one was going to help him and if his dad had disappeared what was going to happen to him? Slowly he began to sob, scared and unsure what to do. Before he really broke down and cried he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Ron sniffed loudly and turned to the person behind him, hoping that someone was finally going to help him. The person that Ron saw did not look like the type to help though, a boy about Ron's age grinned wickedly scaring Ron all over again.

Ron shrugged the grinning boy's hand off and was going to yell for help when he noticed everyone else in the playground share the same wicked grin. Shaking Ron slowly began backing away, the crowd slowly advancing on him. As their speed picked up Ron turned and began to run.

The world seemed to grow darker as he ran and the people were changing too. Ron watched as the people took to the air as shadowy specter, he yelled when he met their glowing red eyes. What was happening to make people turn into those things? Ron thought as he found himself now totally immersed in darkness. He gasped as the specters swarmed around him, he felt cold as they pawed at him.

Just as he felt that he was going to lose himself Ron felt a warm sensation trickle over him. It felt like he was stepping into the sunlight for the first time, his whole body chilled so much by the specters. The warmth increasing, Ron noticed that the specters were starting to fade away. Finally the darkness was pierced and Ron found the source of the warmth, a white light was shining off in the distance.

His choices very limited Ron ran towards the light, anything was better than this cold darkness. The specters did not follow Ron into the light and he hoped he never saw anything like them again. As Ron became fully immersed in the light the warm sensation seemed to wrap around him completely. He felt like he was floating and when he finally saw through the light he was surprised to find himself doing just that.

For some reason Ron wasn't scared like he knew he should be as he fell. Instead he felt happy, this was one hundred times better than jumping off the swings. Ron enjoyed the glittering night sky as he continued his descent, a small part of him wishing this would not end. The ground however was not accommodating to his wishes.

Ron landed on a smooth cobblestone path, softer than he did after his jumps off the swings. "That was awesome." Ron said, still in awe by his long drop. Curious about his surroundings he made his way forward. The place Ron found himself in reminded him of a park. Standing in the middle of an open clearing was a huge fountain surrounded by a shallow pool to catch the water that fell from the spout. Grassy hills began where the cobblestone court ended, trees reaching high into the air as the hills went on. Ron was so occupied with the scenery that he almost did not hear the sound of a flute being played. He searched for the source, but no one was around. Ron looked up at the clear night sky wondering if he was hearing things when he found the source of the melody.

Floating in the sky, sitting on one of his legs, was a jester. More amazing than the fact that the jester was floating in midair was that he had no flute in his hands, but was definitely the source of the music. Ron watched as the jester moved his hands over the invisible flute, the melody was very nice and peaceful.

The serene moment however was interrupted by the sound of fluttering wings. A brown owl flew out of the trees and landed on the rim of the pool. Ron did a double take, the owl was wearing glasses and a red vest. As if things could not get stranger the owl began to talk.

"Greetings visitor and welcome to Nightopia."

Ron took a step back, he was pretty sure that owls were not supposed to talk but this one was not only talking but greeting him very cordially.

"Please allow me to explain and ease your confusion a bit." The owl said and spread his wings like a person would to garner attention. "My name is Owl and you dear visitor are in the land of dreams, Nightopia. Here people from your world are visitors to a world of their own making. These worlds are shaped by the visitor's Idyea, or feelings if you would."

Ron nodded as he followed Owl's explanation.

"You are very lucky visitor if you did not possess the red Idyea those Nightmaren would have swallowed you up." "Wait what do you mead red Idyea?" Ron asked. "And what are Nightmaren?"

"Nightmaren are the beings born from nightmares." the sound of the flute stopped as a new voice spoke up. The jester that had been minding his own business decided to join in the conversation now. He floated down to Owl and Ron, stopping just above the ground. "As for the red Idyea that's supposed to represent courage."

Courage?" Ron said, still slightly unsure. His confusion grew when he noticed his hands glow red.

"See." the jester said, pointing to Ron's hands, "red Idyea."

"So what does this mean?" Ron asked.

The jester held out his hand toward Ron, "It means that we can have a lot of fun." Ron looked at the jester's outstretched hand. "I'm NiGHTS." NiGHTS introduced himself.

Ron smiled, "I'm Ron."

"Well then Ron take my hand and we'll go for a spin in the sky."