A helpful Guide on becoming the villain

The moon

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All was quiet now 

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All but the whispers of the night-"Nightmare is alive "   

Secret meetings being held in churches,people gathering like a murder of crows. Whispering about what to do with him.

Nightmare sat on the edge of a window,a weird part jutting out from underneath it. It made a perfect sitting place for stargazing-as well as people watching. Well perfect if you had no fear of heights that is. 

The window was rather awkward in placement. Hidden in a corner right below the roof,barely noticeable.   

It was impossible to get up there in any normal way. Every ladder he found was just a bit to short.Hence,the reason why nightmare just teleported. A ability he had unlocked thanks to whatever magic was in his crown. 

Speaking of crowns

  Ever since the twins had been given these 'new crowns' They had been able to feel. Could feel the emotions around them,leaking like faucets. It just never seemed to stop.The world grew louder yet was so silent at the same time.  

"Just great..."

At the very least Nightmare could can sense danger-from a literal mile away.probably even more if he was being honest.   

If a heated mob was starting to form he would know before they could even blink.

Nightmare leaned against the frame,his skull bumping against the wood.A slow stifled laugh escaped him,echoing in the barren halls. "As if life couldn't get any better."Nightmare whispered,a bitterness behind his tone.  He hands clenched into a fist,a urge to scream crawling up his throat. 

His purple eyelights wavered as he tried to compose himself. Tried taking in deep breaths like any parent to a child would tell. Tried to think of happy thoughts-only to realize he had none. 

Despite all the experiences in his past life,guess he was still as emotional here.Guess he was just as destined for doom as he was before his death.Guess he just wasn't as good enough.And he hated it-so fucking much. 

He should have been dream,it wasnt fucking fair.  As dream-he would have been able to make a difference. He could have had such a joyous life.Everyone would listen to him then,he would be taken seriously. Could do as he pleased without a care in the world-leave everyone for dust.And no one would dare suspect him. 

He had a inkling of hope that-he wouldn't end up like the original nightmare. That despite his hardship,he was worthy of a happy ending.That in the this world kindness could prevail.But this new magic and the heightened hostility was enough to prove his mistake.   

He was a loser no matter which life he got stuffed in.

laughter faded into miserable sobs.Nightmare curled in on himself,shaking like a leaf. lilac tears flowed from his sockets,his eyes shut tight. Silent words tumbling out in incomprehensible nonsense..

The moonlight from the window casted a thin glowing light around nightmare. A almost invisible aura starting to form around his body. The window slightly cracked,vines climbing up it.    Small purple flowers sprouted from the vine-showing off the new blooms as if to comfort nightmare.    

Or perhaps to warn him.