NiGHTS: Back to Earth

Actuality 4

Slits on an onion were cut into a criss cross pattern. It was Bridget's attempt to make her Ultimate Scrambled Eggs, which her plan was to put onion, green pepper, mushrooms, tomatoes and cheddar cheese into her recipe. She was very excited about what she was about to create, until disaster happened to her.

Devin and his friends walked into the kitchen, "Hi Bridget," he said, "we need your help."

That was when Bridget looked up. She was still chopping the onion, but paid no attention. The knife went into Bridget's finger which made her yelp; then she clutched her hand. Once she opened it she found out that her finger was bleeding, "it's bleeding," she expressed.

"Oh, sorry to hear that," Helen gave some sympathy to her.

A small corrupt smile came to Bridget's face, "want to see?"

"No!" Everyone cried a bleeding finger was something no one wanted to see.

"I was just kidding, geeze," Bridget looked at the group strangely, "let me grab a bandage." She went past the group to the bathroom where she could contain her injury with a bandage.

"Does the girl know better?" Reala asked, "no one wants to see blood."

Devin just sighed, "she doesn't have very good social skills, I think I've should have warned you."

"I think she's very expressive," said NiGHTS, "there's nothing's wrong with that."

Bridget came back with a bandage wrapped around her finger, "got the Hello Kitty band aid! Now, you guys need help from moi?"

"Yes," said Devin, "can we talk in your room?"

"But-but my eggs," Bridget looked back at her chopped vegetables, "I can't just leave them."

Reala just rolled his eyes; he disliked this girl even more than Devin, he said "there are more important things than breakfast."

"Fine," Bridget pouted, "let's go to my room, with a hungry stomach"

Bridget's room looked very mystical. It was covered with bookshelves full of New Age books along with Tarot decks. Her bed stood at the middle of the room, where glow in the dark stars and fairies were above, plastered to the ceiling. "So, Devin, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, NiGHTS and Reala here," Devin pointed to the two Nightmarens in human forms, "come from the Dream World."

That was when Bridget perked up, "The Dream World? So you guys are Nightopians?"

"Actually", NiGHTS explained in a very polite matter, "We are not Nightopians, we're Nightmarens!"

"That doesn't sound that attractive," Bridget implied, she came to ask again, "are you sure that you're not Nightopians?"

What Bridget had said just made Reala mad, "Yes, we're sure, we can talk, we don't massively reproduce and we have much more emotion than Nightopians."

Bridget nodded her head, "well, you're rude like a Nightmaren, but you're friend seems too nice to be a nightmaren."

"Thank you," NiGHTS told the girl, even though she was being very racist, "but species is not important."

"Agreed," said Will, "now, let's explain the boots."

"Oh yeah," Helen responded, "The boots sends anyone in the Dream World to the Waking World, and the other way around. But the Ideya that powers them seemed to have broken in the rain last night."

"Well, actually," Bridget explained, "hard impact could destroy Ideya completely."

This Bridget seemed to know a bit too much about the Dream World according to NiGHTS. "How do you know about the Dream World so well?" NiGHTS asked, "I don't remember seeing anyone like you before."

Bridget went to her bookshelf where her stubby fingers strummed through the many books, until she picked one out, "Understanding the World of Dreams," she explained, "gives every detail about the Dream World. I've never been to the Dream Gate, but I know plenty about it."

"Great," Devin said, he knew that the two would be getting back to their own world soon, "now how about a way to get to the Dream World?"

"The only way to get to the Dream World is by sleeping, but if your way of getting to the Waking World is by Ideya, I have an idea." Bridget walked over to the treasure chest at the end of her bed. She opened it, and then rummaged through until she picked up a green stone, "about fifty years ago, someone developed Artificial Ideya. These were developed for people who lost their own Ideya, but still need it. Artificial Ideya could probably have the power to send you both back to the Dream World."

"Great," Reala was about to grab the stone, until Bridget took it away from his grasp. "Hey, you need to do something for me before I can give it to you."

"We are not playing games here," Reala was impatient; he was tired of this world full of annoying humans, "just give it to us."

"Not until you make me my Ultimate Scrambled Eggs," Bridget requested "I'm not cutting my any of my other fingers today."

NiGHTS had never cooked before, but he had seen Madeline cook, so NiGHTS thought he could mimic what Helen's mother had done.

Bridget sat at the kitchen table along with Devin, Helen, Pammy and Will. They decided to give the Nightmarens a learning experience. The onions were the only vegetable needed to be chopped.

Reala immediately grabbed the partially chopped onion to take a look at it, "so you're suppose to slightly cut the onion, then turn it to fully chop them?"

"Onion chopping sounds too confusing," NiGHTS complained.

A glare was given by Reala, NiGHTS had been so aggravating ever since he betrayed Wizeman, "I'll chop the onion; you scramble the eggs."

NiGHTS knew how to scramble eggs, he saw Helen do it three years ago, he gave glanced at Bridget "How many eggs would you like?"

"Four," Bridget answered as she put of four fingers, "they're in the refrigerator."

The onion got chopped into pieces, but Reala said out of annoyance, "of course the eggs are in the refrigerator, where else would they be?"

Bridget shrugged, "you come from the Dream World; you may not know where eggs go. They mostly go lying around on the ground where you come from."

That was when Will spoke up, "they've been here three years ago, so they know a thing or two about this world."

NiGHTS cracked the eggs into the bowl, "that would be true, yet I've never cooked anything before." Then NiGHTS looked around, "where's the whisk?"

"I usually use forks," Bridget answered, "they're in the drawer next to the sink."

The drawer immediately opened where a selection of knives, forks and spoons were sitting. NiGHTS grabbed a fork, and then began to rapidly stir the eggs. The young Nightmaren stirred so rapidly that it began to toss all over the kitchen, with very few left in the bowl.

The humans just laughed in reaction.

"It will be your fault when you get Salmonella," Reala cried as he glared at NiGHTS, "let me do the cooking! You can just watch like these other losers."

"Aw, is the sixteen year body getting to your veins?" NiGHTS joked.

"No, and you have no right to say that, you look younger than me," Reala cracked four more eggs into the bowl then began to scramble. Once he thought that he scrambled enough, he looked at the frying pan which was already set, and then he turned it on. Soon, he poured the eggs into the pan. "Here, now are you happy?"

Bridget was not satisfied, and was loud about it, "no, you have to squish it around with the fork, you also forgot the vegetables and cheese, and you didn't put any oil on the pan!" The not putting oil in the pan was a major problem, because the pan began to sizzle. It was news that the eggs were burnt.

"You better clean that off before it gets hard;" said Devin, "just soak it for now, I'll clean it up."

A glare flashed at Devin, "Just because I burnt the eggs, doesn't mean that I don't know how to clean!"

"Fine," Devin shrugged, "then cleans it yourself, I don't have to help."

Reala put the pan in the sink where he began to scrub. He had failed to get the Artificial Ideya. Guessing by Bridget's personality, it wouldn't easy to get the Artificial Ideya.

"You know what?" Bridget came to ask, "how about I just give it to you?"

Devin was very surprised by Bridget's action, "really, you don't need anything in return?"

"Don't ruin it for us you idiot," Reala snapped at Devin. This may have been his only chance to get what he wanted; he didn't want Devin to ruin everything.

"Well," Bridget came up with something, "if I need a favor from you guys, you better do it."

NiGHTS nodded his head in agreement, "fine."

Bridget gave to Artificial Ideya to NiGHTS, "keep it safe so you can go back to your true home."