--Hi! This is my first ever Fic, and, of course, it is based on the NiGHTS, Into Dreams, and NiGHTS, Journey of Dreams videogames. Copyright goes to SEGA and all related teams, that made the games possible.
I hope you enjoy, another NiGHTS fic inspired me to finally try my own hand at this, and I hope it's as exciting as that one was back in it's time.
thank you for reading and PLEASE do (politely) critique if there is any way I can improve! Thank you again!!!--
WARNING: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN HORROR ELEMENTS. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.*
WARNING: THIS FIC WILL HAVE ADULT THEMES.*
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
The alarm clock blared it's warnings of time out to the room it had been set inside, ever obediently screaming it's sounds to complete it task.
And complete its task it has once again…as a young man rose from his bed, groaning and rubbing sleep from his eyes. Scratching the close cut, buzz cut hair on his head, he looked around, waiting for the daze of being awoken to subside. The young man looked around…noting his bed-
Far FAR too large for him to be in alone, yet, he was…
And otherwise, not very decorated room, but he was never one for decor anyway.
'{Son of a bitch…how many hours was that?3? 4? 4 hours of sleep? Tops???…it's been 5 days of this. Is the melatonin not working?}'
The Young man gets up, thinking to himself…and then violently shivering before hurriedly putting on a heavy coat-…
…Not bothering to waste any time putting on a shirt. It was winter, and in his town…winter got as cold as the summers got hot. The pitch black heavy coat, large enough to look akin to a trench coat, but with an added hoodie, immediately got to work at warming his body, and he sighed in relief.
'{COLD. Cold. Right. Coffee.}'
He steps out of his room, downstairs now, into the kitchen and living room, grabbing himself a hot coffee…Wincing as the sound of the coffee machine wakes up his aunt and uncle…who he has been living with for about the better part of a near decade.
His aunt is the first to speak up..
"Honey, you know that much sugar is going to make you sick!"
He scoffs, uncaring, but not so coldly, more so dismissively.
"I'm fine, Auntie. I promise. Just…didn't get great sleep last night. Woke up again."
"It isn't those nightmares again, is it? Oh, you used to get such horrible ones when you were a kid.."
Again the young man scoffs. No…that's stupid. HE doesn't get nightmares. He hasn't had a nightmare since, his auntie was right, he was just a child.
And nightmares are childish, something he was not, and could not afford to be.
"No, no…just think I need to cut back on the soda for awhile. Keep goin to the bathroom.
…what's on the paper, Unc?"
The young man asked his uncle, who, like is aunt, was middle aged…partly to make conversation, and partly to distract himself from the headline…
…'Crime Rates Rising:
More Found Dead Across City.'
'Concerned Experts Clueless.'
'{Go Figure.…NOW experts are getting worried, when the rates are RISING. Right.}'
The Young man shakes his head in disappointment…but goes back to focusing on his and his uncles discussion.
"Oh, Nothing Champ. Just looks like there's gonna be a whiteout kinda winter for us this year-
Forecasters are calling for MAJOR snow throughout most of it."
the middle aged man sips his coffee, never looking away from his paper.
"Oh, sick. That might get me time off the clock if I can't drive."
"…shit. Right. Got work..."
With that, the young man SLAMS his coffee down…all without burning his own throat, miraculously…racing upstairs to get dressed and get out the door.
As he leaves, dressed in casual clothing for work, including a plain white TShirt, and dark green sweater underneath, along with heavy winter weather clothing including dark jeans and the same jacket, he hears his uncle call out to him:
"Charles?"
The young man would stop, turning slightly to call back;
"Yeah?"
"Stay safe."
"…Thanks, Unc!"
With that, Charles Leaves his home, hailing a bus…heading from the suburbs to the city, to begin his day anew.
However…