A/N: Hey, everyone! I apologize that it's been quite a long time since I last updated a chapter for "Mike's New Ghostly Family." However, even if we don't take my medical board exams into account, the plain and honest truth was that my muse had run dry with regards to this fic for the past couple of weeks regardless, while my muse for the Persona fic I'm writing on AAOx3 was running full speed ahead. I needed the break for the sake of my own sanity as much as anything else, and I've only just now found the motivation to write another chapter. I don't know how many filler chapters I'll write before moving on to the events of Security Breach proper, but it probably won't be too long.
Anyways, let's move on to this chapter. I may have finished the tour of the Mega Pizzaplex last chapter, but it occurs to me that I probably need to add one additional chapter to really "round out" the tour and wrap things up. I also haven't really utilized any of the OCs that I've brought into "Mike's New Ghostly Family" for a good long while, so let's correct that problem now.
Chapter 212 – Spreading the Word
When the family finally arrived home, they immediately congregated in the living room to discuss the next steps they should take. Mike had been taking notes of his own during their tour through the Mega Pizzaplex, and they spent the next few minutes reviewing every problem and potential solution they had offered for each of the Pizzaplex's attractions and areas. The Pizzaplex might have been far better in overall quality than any of Fazbear Entertainment's other projects in the past…but that wasn't saying very much, considering that there was no small number of problems, both mild and severe, with the entertainment center.
"I'll let you guys do most of the talking and planning that we have to do for the next few minutes," Mike declared, as he spread his arms wide as a sign that he was opening the floor to his kids.
"Should we let people know about what we discovered online?" Cassidy was the first to suggest a major plan of action. "Let them know about all the problems we've found like we did a while back?"
Gabe shook his head. "That's not a good idea," he countered. "We actually had solid, tangible proof that Fazbear Entertainment tried to bury its tragic past and was doing all sorts of terrible things the last time we flamed them online. But with the Pizzaplex? There shouldn't be any logical reason why we'd know about the problems there since the place shouldn't be available to the public. Nobody logically should know about them besides Dad and the two Fazbear reps that showed up there today. So Fazbear Entertainment could easily just pretend that none of those problems exist, or accuse us of making stuff up."
"They might do even worse than that," Jeremy warned. "They could accuse Dad of spying on them, or violating their privacy, or breaking some kind of law by exposing private information to the public. Or they might retaliate some other way even if they can't get Dad in legal trouble."
"Even if they don't do that, if we expose the Pizzaplex's problems to the public early, they might just refuse to implement any of the changes we've suggested out of spite," Fritz added with a scowl. "We know they're big enough assholes to do that."
"I think we're all in agreement that revealing the Pizzaplex's flaws to the public online is not a good idea," Charlie summarized with a grimace. "Too many ways for it to go wrong."
"I think we should, at the very least, warn the people we're closest to," Susie suggested. "Mainly Alex, Meghan, and Melody. They should at the very least know what's going on. Especially Alex and Meghan, because they might otherwise end up going to the Pizzaplex before we know it's safe."
"And we should probably let Nightmare know what's going on too," Liz added with a sigh. At the looks of disbelief she received from most of her siblings, she clarified, "I'm not saying we should ask him to do something like torture the Fazbear Entertainment executives again. Just let him know where things stand. Otherwise he might think we're ignoring him on purpose and take that as an insult." She shuddered. "I do NOT want to think about what Nightmare will do to us if we ever piss him off."
That was a fair point, as much as everyone hated to admit it.
"Sounds like you guys have a plan," Mike commented as he got off the couch that he had been sitting in. "In order to avoid any more incidents like what happened with Nightmare the first time, I'll be the one to talk to Nightmare. I'll let you guys handle Alex, Meghan, and Melody, though."
"Wait, really?" Cassidy blinked. "You're not gonna talk to Melody directly?"
Mike shook his head. "I'm trying to put you guys in the driver's seat as much as possible, and Melody trusts you guys too so you should be fine there." He scowled. "I'm only talking to Nightmare because I don't want him to get any more ideas on how to deal with the Fazbear executives."
"We don't need any more complications with the main event coming up soon," Jeremy agreed.
"Should we just call them right now?" Susie asked.
Gabe shook his head. "I think this is something we should talk to them about in person. That's always the best way to communicate something important to someone else." The former Freddy inhabitant turned to his father. "Could you set up a hangout with the Marshalls, Dad? That's probably the easiest and best way to go about this."
Mike nodded. "I can certainly do that," he agreed, moving his hand to pick up his phone. "I'll see when I can get a time for you guys to hang out together. And I'll do the same with Melody, too."
"Sounds good, Dad," Liz replied gratefully. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Mike answered warmly, before letting out a huge yawn. "Although we should probably hold off on that until the next few days. Going through the entire Pizzaplex took a lot out of me, and I know you guys are ghosts but you're all probably tired too. Let's just take the rest of the day off for today, and you guys can work on letting our friends know about the potential dangers of the Pizzaplex starting tomorrow."
"Sounds good, Dad," everyone replied, or with some variation of the words thereof.
The ghost kids did spend the next several minutes studying Mike's notes on the Pizzaplex, but afterwards they did as he suggested and took the rest the day off doing various activities such as napping, playing video games, or hanging around on the Internet. The next day, Mike scheduled a playdate between his kids and the Marshalls, and it was by good fortune that they were available later in the afternoon.
Of course, since the Marshalls were the ones generous enough to host the playdate this time around, the ghost kids didn't want to immediately jump into serious business. As there was no real rush to do so, they spent a few hours playing and just having fun with their living friends. Alex had found an old Playstation game called "YuGiOh! Forbidden Memories" online that he had gotten his father to emulate on his laptop, and they had spent the next two hours playing this glorious dumpster fire of an old YuGiOh! game.
"This is one of the weirdest games I've ever played in my entire life," Susie commented. "And I've seen Dad play a LOT of weird games."
"Like…how was ANYBODY who played this game before the Internet became a thing even supposed to know how this game works?" Fritz exclaimed. "How the HELL is anybody supposed to know how to A-Tec Pegasus to get Megamorph and Bright Castle, or SA-Pow Meadow Mage to get Meteor B. Dragon and Skull Knight?"
"And don't even get me STARTED on the bosses!" Alex complained. "Seriously, who even designed High Mage Kepura? Who the hell thought giving Kepura a 4250 ATK Gate Guardian he could just slap on the field with no downsides was a good idea? AND they randomly gave him B. Skull Dragon on top of that too!"
"At least we managed to beat the Final 6," Meghan sighed. "That is one of the most insane game completion requirements I've ever seen in a video game, especially when two of the bosses can just slap down a 4500 ATK Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon right off the bat."
"And this is WITH the 15-card mod that drops 15 cards for every won duel," Alex added, crossing his arms. "Can you imagine how painful this game was to play when you only got ONE card drop per duel at a time?"
The ghost kids stared at him in disbelief. "You mean people used to play this game when it was THAT slow?" Cassidy asked, clearly horrified. "That would take HOURS!"
"This is the kind of game that I would've quit as a kid and not come back to beat until I was like…18," Jeremy commented as he shook his head.
"Yeaaaahhhhh…" Meghan chuckled humorlessly. "If you ever play this game yourself, play the 15-card mod version, because that's the only way this game becomes even remotely playable for the average person. I'm still shocked to know that there are people who can beat this game with the 15-card mod in under an hour and thirty minutes."
"Anyways," Alex turned off his laptop. "You guys told us you wanted to talk about something serious. What's up?"
The ghost kids looked at each other, understanding that they were about to discuss serious business. "Have you guys heard about Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex?" Gabe asked in a cautious tone.
"We have," Meghan answered in the affirmative, with a frown. "At first, we thought it looked really exciting…but then we remember what you told us about Fazbear Entertainment restaurants being an absolute mess with major safety issues everywhere…not to mention that was the place where you all got killed. Thanks for warning us about that, by the way," she added gratefully.
"We visited the Mega Pizzaplex privately with Dad yesterday," Jeremy explained. "It's overall a lot better and certainly more ambitious than anything Fazbear Entertainment's done in the past…but it's still got a lot of safety issues and just quality issues in general."
"Some of them weren't too bad and could probably be easily fixed," Cassidy commented. "But others…yeesh," she shuddered. "They were REALLY bad. As in…they could probably kill, badly hurt, or traumatize you. And there was more than one of those."
Alex and Meghan's eyes widened. "THAT bad?" Alex asked incredulously.
"That bad," Fritz confirmed grimly. "I still have no clue what the hell they were smoking when they made that Daycare. There's so much wrong with it that Dad blew his lid and started ranting at the Fazbear reps who were guiding us through the place."
The Marshalls looked at each other uneasily. "I did think about asking Dad to take us there to visit once it opened," Meghan reluctantly admitted. "Mainly out of curiosity more than anything else."
"But after hearing all of this?" Alex shook his head fervently. "No way. I'm staying the hell away from that place now. It's not worth getting ourselves possibly KILLED over it."
"That being said," Gabe interrupted, "it's not all bad news. The Fazbear reps did seem like they were honestly receptive to the many criticisms we gave them, and they're going to report every problem we found and potential solution we suggested to the executive board."
Meghan gave him a puzzled glance. "Why would the Fazbear Entertainment executives give a crap about doing what you want?" she asked quizzically. "You told us before they were a bunch of corrupt, greedy assholes who only cared about making money and didn't give a damn about safety. How would that be any different now?"
"Dad has…influence…over the Fazbear Entertainment executives that most people don't," Liz answered, choosing her words carefully. While it was certainly true that Mike had some influence over Fazbear Entertainment that was more mundane in nature, he also had supernatural influence in the form of a very powerful demon lord. And every single member of the family had unanimously agreed that the less people knew about Nightmare, the better. "He has ways to make sure that Fazbear Entertainment will actually put in the fixes and improvements we've given them."
"He must have some pretty impressive blackmail on them if he can pull that off," Alex commented, blissfully unaware of just how true that statement was. After all, a demon lord's hand clasped around your throat, threatening to crush it at any moment, could certainly qualify as "blackmail" for a certain definition…even if Mike didn't really have any direct control over Nightmare's actions and wasn't keen on siccing him on the hapless executives a second time.
"And besides, we're gonna give Fazbear Entertainment an honest attempt to correct their mistakes," Charlie declared. "We don't believe in punishing people for things that they might or might not do. We'll allow Fazbear Entertainment a chance to fix the problems with the Mega Pizzaplex as best as they can, and we'll only retaliate if they still fall unacceptably short. That's the fairest way we can go about this."
"But we still don't know whether they'll actually fix all the problems we showed them properly or not," Liz added warningly. "At the very least, they need to fix the major problems we saw, and there were too many for us to be comfortable with."
"That's the main reason why we wanted to talk with you guys today," Susie finished. "No matter how flashy the advertisements get, no matter how many of your friends who are still alive want to go to the Pizzaplex…DON'T go there." As if to emphasize her point, her eyes briefly turned into black voids before shifting back to their normal blue. "Don't go there if you value your life, and if at all possible, try to keep your friends from going there too when it opens. Wait until after we've checked it and made sure that it's as safe as possible first."
"Could you give us some details to share?" Meghan requested. "We believe you, but some of our friends might need to be convinced to not go when the Pizzaplex opens."
Jeremy shook his head sadly. "Much as we want to, the intel we got from our tour in the Pizzaplex is supposed to be private, and there's no way that you should realistically know about it."
"Just bring up all the terrible shit that Fazbear Entertainment has done in the past if anyone brings up the idea of going to the Pizzaplex," Fritz suggested, "and all the tragic stuff that's gone down in their restaurants. Fazbear Entertainment has such a dogshit track record that this by itself should be enough to scare away anyone with a brain."
"We can definitely do that," Alex agreed easily. Even without any experience with the Fazbear franchise beyond their VR game, the Marshalls had encountered more than one thread on the Internet about the company behind it…and the overall tone had been uncomplimentary, to say the least.
"We'll steer clear until you give us the okay," Meghan promised. "You guys definitely have more experience with all this stuff than we could ever have…and if you say it's not safe for us at the Pizzaplex, we trust you."
All the ghost kids let out sighs and visible expressions of relief. "You have no idea how happy we are to hear that," Liz commented. "We don't want anybody to get hurt there, but especially not you."
"Oh, trust me," Alex jokingly replied, "we don't want to get hurt either."
The group of friends shared a laugh, with the ghost kids satisfied and pleased that their message had gotten across to the only living friends their age. They then returned to their playdate for the next hour or so, and it was already creeping into the evening hours when they returned home.
When they arrived, they were surprised to learn that Melody was already waiting for them, having been invited over to the house by Mike. "I hear you guys wanted to talk to me about something?" she asked, opting to get straight to the point.
Gabe spent the next several minutes explaining the situation to Melody, acting as the unofficial spokesperson for his siblings. He knew that technically Charlie was the oldest and most senior of them all, but since the focus on redemption was most important for the MCI kids, the former Freddy inhabitant felt that it was only right that they take care of as much of the hard work as possible.
Melody nodded in understanding and acknowledgment once she had been fully updated on the situation. "Well, I'm not surprised that the Mega Pizzaplex has a bunch of problems considering Fazbear Entertainment's terrible track record," she remarked. "It's the reason why you pushed so hard for me to reject their offer to work together with Eisensteel on the Special Delivery project, after all."
"You know, it's been so long since the Special Delivery project I honestly forgot that Fazbear Entertainment tried to get Eisensteel on board for that at one point," Cassidy admitted.
"But anyways," Melody continued. "You can be assured that your warning has been heard, acknowledged, and accepted. I didn't really have much interest in Fazbear Entertainment's latest project even before I learned about all the problems, and knowing all of this now pretty much killed off what little interest I had to begin with."
"Hopefully things will be a lot better once Fazbear Entertainment fixes the things we pointed out," Jeremy replied, before frowning, "although I'm not super optimistic that they'll do a great job even if they fix every single problem we pointed out to them."
"We did make sure to point out the really high-priority problems that needed to be fixed completely and thoroughly," Gabe added. "At the VERY least, we want to see those fixed. Dad's not gonna keep silent about it if those problems are still there by the Grand Opening."
"I'm sure you'll be diligent in checking on everything," Melody assured them, before frowning. "But there's still one thing I'm wondering about. Did you actually get the chance to see any of the Glamrock animatronics you were talking about? The four main stars of the Pizzaplex?"
"Yeah…but they weren't active when we saw them," Susie admitted with a disappointed sigh. "We couldn't see them move, talk, or do anything."
Melody frowned. "That's probably your biggest blind spot then," she pointed out. "Granted, it sounds like there wasn't anything you could do about that, but that doesn't change the fact that this is probably your biggest disadvantage. From what you've told me before, the animatronics have always been the ones most likely to harm and kill other people, whether they were possessed by you or maliciously hacked by someone else."
"We're aware of that," Gabe replied grimly. "That's a problem we need to solve as soon as possible once the Pizzaplex opens. We do know that the animatronics have some sentience to a degree, but we don't know how much."
"Yeah, I would focus on that," Melody agreed. "I'm gonna assume that you guys are gonna visit the Pizzaplex on its Grand Opening Day to scout out the place to make sure all the major problems are fixed?"
"Yep," Cassidy confirmed.
"Then I highly recommend that you figure out how those animatronics behave while you're doing your reconnaissance," Melody advised. "They probably all have different personalities, so you need to figure out how they act and behave." She frowned. "I'd be especially careful if any of them is aggressive or temperamental, because those are probably the easiest to hack into becoming a murder machine."
The ghost kids all grimaced at the idea. Based on what they had seen of the four animatronics, there was one in particular who they could guess would fit the bill for "most likely to be aggressive and temperamental." But they didn't actually have any evidence to confirm their suspicions, and the last thing they wanted to do was tunnel vision on one particular animatronic while another one proved to be the real problem. "We'll make sure to gather intel on the animatronics as quickly and as thoroughly as possible," Charlie promised. "And we won't ignore all the OTHER problems that we discovered while we were going through the Pizzaplex. At the very least, we're gonna make sure the life-threatening or massively problematic issues get solved."
Melody nodded and smiled. "Then it sounds like you guys have a plan. You've got this, I believe in you. Just make sure you don't get distracted and don't panic if things go wrong."
"Thanks, Melody!" the ghosts all replied as they hugged her, Mike smiling silently at the sight.
With their meeting with Melody concluded, there was only one person left to contact. Mike waited until Melody was long gone before retiring up to his private study and taking out his cell phone to contact Nightmare.
"AH, SCHMIDT…" Nightmare's voice greeted him through the phone once the call connected. "I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU WOULD CONTACT ME. I WAS BEGINNING TO WONDER IF YOU HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME."
"I don't think I could forget about you, Nightmare, if I tried," Mike replied dryly, earning a chuckle of dark amusement from the demon lord. "All jokes aside, Nightmare, I called to give you an update. We visited the Mega Pizzaplex again earlier today, now that it's close to completion and the Grand Opening will be soon."
"OH?" Nightmare asked with non-feigned interest. "AND WAS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT'S LATEST PROJECT JUST AS MUCH OF AN UNHOLY DUMPSTER FIRE AS THEIR PAST EXPLOITS?"
"It's better than anything they've done in the past," Mike acknowledged, "but it's still got its fair share of issues, and some of them are pretty major." He proceeded to describe what they had witnessed at the Pizzaplex to Nightmare, just as his kids had done for the Marshalls and Melody.
"I SEE," Nightmare mused once Mike had finished his report. "AND DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO TAKE ANY PARTICULAR ACTION?"
"Actually, I wanted to ask you to NOT do something specifically," Mike requested, making sure to keep his tone polite and non-confrontational. "I'd like to ask that you NOT torture the Fazbear executives in their dreams this time around. We're going to give them one honest attempt to correct their mistakes before the Grand Opening happens."
"YOU DO REMEMBER THAT THIS IS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WE ARE SPEAKING OF, CORRECT?" Nightmare asked sardonic. "THE VERY SAME ORGANIZATION WHOSE PRIOR TRACK RECORD CONSISTS OF A FRANKLY OBSCENE LEVEL OF INCOMPETENCE AND AN ATROCIOUS LACK OF CONCERN FOR SAFETY?"
"Yeah, I'm well aware of that," Mike replied dryly, "but between the influence that I already have over Fazbear Entertainment and the torture sessions YOU inflicted before the Special Delivery project, we have enough leverage to make sure that they'll actually follow through this time around." His tone hardened. "I don't believe in punishing people for things that they might or might not do, Nightmare. I'm not going to push for them to be punished unless they fail to fix the problems we found before the Grand Opening. Heck, the last time you tortured the execs, we ended up having unintended consequences because of it."
"I AM AWARE OF THAT, SCHMIDT," Nightmare retorted. "I AM NOT SO ARROGANT TO BELIEVE MYSELF INCAPABLE OF MAKING MISTAKES, BUT I DO NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE. VERY WELL. IN THE INTEREST OF AVOIDING UNFORESEEN CONSEQUENCES, I WILL AVOID TORTURING THE FAZBEAR EXECUTIVES BEFORE THE GRAND OPENING. BUT SHOULD THEY FAIL," the demon lord's tone darkened with malice and sadism, "THEN THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT TO PROTECT THEM FROM MY WRATH."
"If they fuck this up again," Mike replied coldly, "then they're beyond saving and I don't give a shit what happens to them afterwards."
He could imagine Nightmare grinning malevolently on the other end in the depths of Hell. "VERY WELL," he declared. "THEN OUR CONFERENCE IS CONCLUDED. AS WE HAVE AGREED, I WILL STAY MY HAND AGAINST THE FAZBEAR EXECUTIVES UNLESS THEIR EFFORTS TO REPAIR THE FLAWS YOU HAVE DISCOVERED IN THE PIZZAPLEX PROVE WANTING."
"Glad we're on the same page," Mike agreed, and Nightmare disconnected the call immediately after. Mike let out a sigh as he sunk into his couch. If he was completely honest with himself, he wouldn't be surprised if Nightmare intervened in some way despite the conversation he had just had with the demon lord. By now, he knew Nightmare well enough that he could tell the demon lord spoke nothing but the truth…but he also knew that demons had a nasty habit of finding their way around exact words.
Still, it was better that than risk insulting Nightmare by not including him in their plans. All Mike could do now was pray that, if Nightmare did anything to the executives, it would not lead to another Culpo situation.
Later That Night…
When Mr. Averus's consciousness found itself within the darkened security office of the 1993 Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, he knew immediately that he was in deep trouble. The last time his dreams had taken him there, a horrifying demon lord and his subjects had been waiting there to inflict unspeakable torments upon his mind and psyche.
"AH, AVERUS…" a horrifically familiar voice greeted him as Nightmare strode out of the shadows. This time, there weren't any other demons besides the black bear himself…not that this was even remotely comforting to the Fazbear executive. "WE MEET AGAIN! IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG SINCE OUR LAST ENCOUNTER. WHY," he chuckled menacingly, "I REMEMBER IT AS THOUGH IT WAS YESTERDAY!"
"I didn't do anything!" Mr. Averus feebly protested as he struggled fruitlessly to escape the chair that he was forcibly seated on. "I did everything you told me to do! And I didn't do anything to go after Mike Schmidt either! You told me you'd leave me alone if I did what you asked!"
"CALM YOURSELF," Nightmare replied coolly in what was probably the closest thing the demon lord could manage to a comforting tone, "YOU HAVE INDEED FOLLOWED MY INSTRUCTIONS THUS FAR. I AM NOT HERE TO TORTURE YOUR DREAMS TONIGHT, AVERUS. IF I HAD WANTED TO, I WOULD'VE INVITED THE REST OF MY KIN TO JOIN IN THE FUN."
Averus audibly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much calmer now that Nightmare had confirmed that this wasn't about to be Hideous Torture Session, Part 2. Feeling a bit braver but still making sure to keep his tone as polite as possible, he asked, "If you're not here to torture me, Nightmare, then why are you here to begin with?"
Nightmare grinned. "AN EXCELLENT QUESTION!" he declared. "YOU SEE, I HAVE BEEN MONITORING THE SITUATION REGARDING YOUR COMPANY'S LITTLE PIZZAPLEX PROJECT. I'M FULLY AWARE THAT SCHMIDT VISITED THE PIZZAPLEX….AND THAT HE IDENTIFIED SEVERAL FLAWS IN THE PIZZAPLEX. A NOT INSIGNIFICANT NUMBER OF WHICH ARE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY UNACCEPTABLE."
Averus grimaced as he realized where the conversation was going. "So you want me to make sure the changes suggested by Schmidt go through," he guessed.
Nightmare smirked. "PERHAPS YOU ARE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOK, AVERUS. INDEED, WHEN YOUR REPRESENTATIVES PRESENT THEMSELVES TO THE EXECUTIVE BOARD AND GIVE THEIR REPORT, YOU WILL DO EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE SURE THAT SCHMIDT'S CHANGES ARE IMPLEMENTED TO HIS SATISFACTION. I WILL VISIT THE SAME EXECUTIVES IN THEIR DREAMS TONIGHT THAT I DID IN THE PAST TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE."
Averus gulped. "I…I understand," he replied thickly.
"GOOD." Suddenly, moving far faster than what his bulk would suggest, Nightmare was right in front of Mr. Averus, his hand squarely surrounding the executive's throat. "DO NOT FORGET, AVERUS, THAT YOUR FATE REMAINS WITHIN MY GRASP. YOU AND YOUR FELLOW EXECUTIVES HAVE ONE CHANCE, AND ONLY ONE CHANCE, TO CORRECT THE MISTAKES THAT YOU HAVE MADE WITH REGARDS TO THE PIZZAPLEX." He maneuvered his hand so that it was in front of Averus, rather than around his neck. "SHOULD YOUR EFFORTS PROVE INADEQUATE…"
Nightmare crushed his hand into a fist right in front of Averus' face, causing the executive to shiver in terror. "THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE YOU FROM MY WRATH."
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A/N: And there you have it, everyone. The Schmidt family might not have been able to realistically spread the word about the Pizzaplex's problems to the Internet and the public at large, but they WERE able to warn their major friends and allies. And of course, Mike made sure to talk to Nightmare to make sure that he didn't go overboard and unintentionally cause another "Culpo incident" this time around.
And Nightmare certainly kept his word. He didn't torture Averus in his dream visit or even attack him once. The demon lord's merely there to remind Averus of his expectations…and that failure to ensure that Mike's reforms go through will have dire consequences for him and all of his fellow executives that were visited by Nightmare the first time around.
That's all I have for now. Hope you guys enjoyed!
