Finally I thought up something to write!

Wiseman, Jackle, and Reala were all in different rusty cages. Wiseman's dungeons looked like they got a more medieval makeover to them. Mostly including rust and spikes. He at least had prison cells, but somehow these cages felt even more inhumane. They hung from the ceiling like exotic birds, caught for the sole purpose of torment. Iris' clicking heels could be heard coming down the metal hallway. Before entering the room of hanging cages, she looked at the torment prods before her. She grabbed an iron pitchfork, the classic tool of a demon's trade. She scraped it against the walls, catching their attention from the screeching noise. Wiseman squinted in the dimly lit room.

"I have yet to show you an 'authentic' experience with a demon." Her voice whispered in echoes around them. "Tell me... do you believe in supernatural beings? Do you know what those even are?"

Wiseman was silent. He would not give in to her games. He would resist whatever she was playing at. He was forced to answer whenever the pronged pitchfork was shoved into his face.

"Answer my question you worm!" she screamed at him, getting a fearful look from Wiseman. She smiles. "Did that spook you?"

Wiseman shook his head. He tried to push himself to the other side of the cage. The cage only pushed him against the bars towards Iris. No matter how he tried to crawl away, the cage wouldn't allow it.

"As much as I love psychologically messing with people, sometimes a bit of physical torment does the soul good. I tire of this game. Unless you answer me, I'll have no other choice than to find amusement other ways." Iris said as she rubbed the tips of the pitchfork dreamily. "Would you prefer the pitchfork, or maybe a hot poker to your heart?"

"You cannot kill me. Death is not something that exists here." Wiseman said angrily as he bashed against the cage, swinging it violently.

Iris gave a demonic, multi-toned laugh. It was so unearthly it put Reala and Jackle on edge.

"I would not wish death upon you even if it did exist here. I very much prefer it when my prey is wriggling and alive."

It was a long silent moment as Wiseman watched Iris playfully swing from cage to cage, staring at him with her serpentine eyes. The demonic whispering never stopped either. From time to time he would notice Iris stop and listen to it, then snap her attention back to him.

"I do hope your two favorites there will be enough to feed him." She said aloud as the two nightmaren growled in their prisons.

"Feed who? One of those rip-offs you made?"

Iris' eyes shown with a dark light.

"Why.. your beloved Nights that you have failed to convert. It was a cake walk for me."

"Nights cannot be converted! He has his own consciousness. He's not like them."

"You chose the wrong method to try and convert him. Just a simple capture did it quite nicely. How does it feel to have your own child used against you? Especially the one you've been hunting for a long time."

"SHUT UP! I wish you would just leave me alone!" Wiseman screamed as the metal walls echoed 'shut up!' back at him.

Iris seemed to have disappeared while he was having his fit and sat there, in rage. She was obviously lying to him. Nights had probably escaped and was finding a way to bring down the she beast. But she spoke with such certainty. No. She said what he wanted to hear the least to make him enraged. That was her game. He sat there, slumped against the cold bars. The ceiling opened for a minute as the cocooned Nights fell from the hole. Wiseman saw that poor Nights had been captured and was in a clay cocoon, but he was still aware of his surroundings. There was a quiet moment when all that was heard was the metal creaking.

Nights came tumbling out whenever the capsule had split and lay on the floor rasping. Jackle's cage broke open first and he landed on the ground as Nights crawled his way over. Nights, who had been forced to transform into a true nightmaren, pulled at Jackle's cape. The color drained partly from Jackle as his pouch of cards melted. He tried to crawl away as Nights grabbed at him again. This time, all of his color was drained and he couldn't even move. He stood there as lifeless as a clay figurine. He didn't even have enough energy to walk.

Reala's cage dropped him next as Nights obtained the colors and energy from Jackle. Blue diamonds were on his hands as his nightmaren hat grew extra parts in orange and yellow. Even his clothes changed and he had orange tights. Reala was pulled closer to Nights as his color was absorbed into his brother. Nights took on his final colors and adopted a red and black cape that fell down his back. The two drained nightmaren stayed there, paralyzed and stuck in their spots. Nights then shook Wiseman's cage violently as he flew back up through the rooms opening, Iris' beasts accompanying him. Wiseman was totally powerless...

(At Eggman's lab with Sonic and Tails! They decided to do some research on what they could do in order to stand a better chance against Iris. It seemed like they were grasping at straws.)

Tails looks at a faded scroll, written in a language lost by time. He tries to decipher the symbols as Sonic does research in a more modern way, using Eggman's high powered computers. It seemed like nobody else had experienced the dream world in the way that they had. Those who had very briefly managed to enter the realm were soon lost inside their own minds, trying to claw their way back to reality. As the tragic stories were told in the strange scrolls.

"Then how does she manage to stay there for long periods of time? Are those of supernatural origin more able to adapt to such alien environments?" Tails questioned himself as he read the scribbles with more ease.

"Maybe her mind is more likely to accept such a bizarre non-reality without question. After all, if you think about it too hard, you would tend to go crazy right? So why would you think about how it doesn't make sense if that will only harm you?" Eggman answered Tails as he put a gloved hand to his face. "Maybe the key to all this is just accepting what is, instead of what's not."

"Can you guys clear this up for me? I know you two know what you're saying, but I'm lost." Sonic said as he sat on a pull out workbench.

"If we're going to have a shot at this, we need to tap into our own subconscious. Try and create an environment where we flourish. Our minds are what create worlds, so why can't we do the same thing there...?"