Something Unusual

The Golden Confrontation

It was pitch black, the space around lacks anything to the touch. It felt like floating into space or drowning in an ocean. The weight of Nightmare felt heavy from the environment. Were his eyes open? Where is he? He waves his arms up to see his own hand, but couldn't feel it, it was like a numbing feeling. The sounds of a breezy day can be heard, birds chirping, trees rustling, and the smell... Nightmare can sense the smell but couldn't quite picture it. The breezy warmth feeling began to fade. It started to get cold, Nightmare then sees his own frost breath. 'What was going on?' The feeling wet puddles under his feet, the ground too thick to even be water. Gravity being far too confusing as the weight of Nightmare still felt rather floaty. The sounds of rain began to form but there was no sight of rain or feeling of the drops anywhere. These sounds were a sense of home knowing it was raining at his place at the time, he began to run towards it. Using his ears to guide him in the darkness. The more Nightmare ran, the more he can hear the splashing under his feet and began to feel heavy from the thickness of the liquid, almost trudging. Nightmare then can smell the familiar scent starting to fade away as he ran towards the sound of rain. The puddles of liquid then started to overflow, nearly drowning Nightmare as he can start to see some light fog along with the sounds of rain from his blurry vision. Running then became swimming as he reached a mysterious light fog of the world. Nightmare fell through a cut doorway from the darkness he was just in, to the bright light filled with cold breezy rain. Nightmare then quickly looked down on himself, to see what he was trudging through. His feet were covered in fresh dark blood. Was this that smell? The soft rain from this place helped drained a bit off him. Looking around the new empty room filled with a grey monotone atmosphere as the rain washes away the blood, there was a sound of clanking. The rain was hitting against something metal, but Nightmare couldn't see where it was coming from. The sound appeared to be getting closer, but there was nothing to be seen. Nightmare began to panic a bit due to the rain picking up, making it harder to see what was happening. The noises stopped, and then the sound of rain vanished as it continued to pour on Nightmare. The world continued as the sounds vanished. Nightmare confused at the event, looked up into the sky, it's dark grey like hue as the drops fell on his face. Nightmare then looked back down, and up in front of him was Ennard. Surprised at this, Nightmare looked around again to see if anything has changed. The animatronic clown just stood there, staring at Nightmare, like the day they first met. Nightmare noticed, Ennard still had the blood on his mouth, getting this deja vu feeling. Is this a dream? It was just the two of them in the rain, both covered in blood. Nightmare slowly reached out their hand, Ennard slightly moved back looking confused. Nightmare pulled back his hand, he didn't want to scare Ennard, but then again, if this was really them, would they be scared at all? Nightmare again, slowly reached out their hand, not moving towards them in case it would startle them. Ennard looked at their hands then to Nightmare, they too reached out to hold his hand. Nightmare's large hands held Ennard's small hands, rubbing on them slowly. Seeing how delicate Ennard's hands were, Nightmare looked up at Ennard, they were looking at his hands holding theirs. Feeling Ennard's thumb rubbing softly at Nightmare's gentle touch. Nightmare smiled and the two were standing really close, locking eyes. Nightmare shivered a bit. He began to feel nervous again but saw the blood on Ennard's face washing off from the rain. Nightmare then lifted his other hand, carefully holding up Ennard's chin. Their face changed expression, a softer like expression while still looking at him. Nightmare slowly moved his thumb to Ennard's lower lip, pulling it down gently, seeing the clown's teeth covered in blood like before. Nightmare started to feel extremely warm on his face, looking at how small Ennard was compared to him. Nightmare then slowly moved closer to Ennard's face, sticking his tongue out from between his large sharp teeth. He began to gently lick Ennard's lips, licking the blood off their teeth. The taste of the blood was like a darken brew of sweet strawberry jam. Nightmare didn't think much about this point of the dream, but wondering what the taste was like was something he pondered since he saw it on Ennard. Just as Nightmare was about to move away from licking Ennard clean from the blood, he feels Ennard's teeth move. Ennard playfully started to lick Nightmare's tongue. Quickly Nightmare pulls away from this interaction, only for Ennard to be stunned at him. Nightmare flustered as they both got closer and kissed. He can feel Ennard playfully biting his tongue. The feeling of Ennard wanting Nightmare to be closer to him, made Nightmare feel loved. He doesn't want to hurt the fragile clown. Ennard then pulled away leaving Nightmare feeling as light as a feather, his vision went blank and numb. Chomping away on his blanket while in bed, fantasying about Ennard. Nightmare forgot he was dreaming. Waking up seeing himself munching on his old worn-out blanket he cuddled last night. Spitting out the wet blanket covered in drool, he looked around at his feet, there was no blood. It really was just a dream.