You Shouldn't Have Grabbed Him

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"You recall the dream talk?   Nightmare can manipulate this world more than we can."
The said animatronic crossed his arms at being shoved to the floor,  glaring at Goldie.
"It's ok and all,  but he can't control how long he can give dreams to a human."   Wait he tried giving me a dream?    Nightmare then stood up and walked over to the window,  just so that he didn't have to look at everyone.    "We had been away for a bit,  but when we got back he was sitting in your desk chair,  giving off strong dream energy.
Not long later your dream started to take a bad turn which also ended up affecting your current form,  almost drowning you.   You're lucky the rest of us got back before things went bad."   I glanced at Nightmare and noticed that his fist was clenched.

"You are alright,  that's what matters.   I don't know why he decided to do that, but I won't push it right now."   The alarm from my phone went off,  telling me it's time to wake up.   Nightmare gave me one look and left the room as I closed my eyes to wake up in the real world.

I rushed out of bed and got dressed,  preparing for a half day since the restaurant is closing earlier than usual today.
I'mma get a nap when I get home and try to talk to Nightmare.  Alone.
I quickly yet thoroughly cleaned the animatronics and helped serving people here and there.   I want to get myself tired for an easy pass out in bed.   I was all over the place,  and rightfully so as it was hectic.
Time flew by like nothing and next thing I know I'm in bed.   

"Huh,   that was a blur."
I felt a pair of eyes on me as I closed my eyes,  but I felt safe as my mind drifted off.
A soft tune being hummed filled my ears,  a very familiar Fazbear lullaby that Fredbear would sing when kids would cry.   The voice that sang it this time was deeper though.
I was so at peace that I had almost forgotten about my mission.   I slowly shifted in bed, having a difficult time since my limbs felt heavy.    The humming stopped and the culprits voice replaced it.

"You're early."

"Ineededtotalktoyou."
My words came out jumble and muffled.
"Sorry,  you'll need to speak up."
I slowly sat up and met the gaze of Nightmare,  with Plushtrap spinning around on my spinny wheely desk chair.
"I needed to talk to you."
I rubbed my eyes gently and yawned.
"Ooo what kinda drama?  Give me details hahahaaa!"  Plushtrap stopped spinning and cackled,  anticipating any dirt I might have on someone.    "Shut up you runt."   Nightmare said and gestured for me to follow him.   "Ey! You a fat meanie!"
Plushtrap got quieter as we left my room.
"I AIN'T DONE WITH YOU NIGHTMAAAREEE!"

We left the dream version of my house and and kept going,   reaching a good ways away from the materialized property.   With a snap of his fingers a beautiful chaise couch,
fitting my exact taste but with elegance,  appeared right behind me.
I sat down,  but a gentle force brought me to lay down.    Nightmare himself didn't bother to sit or lay.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"  

"What exactly happened while I was unconscious this morning?"
He moved over to stand behind the chair and looked down at me as he explained.
"My ability to control dreams is strong yes,  but I've never used it in such a manner as relieving nightmares."    He leaned against the chaise and looked over in the direction of the figmented house.   "I'm made to give nightmares,  not take them away... "
He turned back to me with mixed emotions written all over his figure.
"You were having a formless nightmare,  one of the worst types due to not knowing what's the source of fear.   I took a risk in giving you as peaceful a dream I could,  starting out with a replica of your house."
He held out his hand to reveal a mini version of the building off in the distance,  handing it to me to check out.
"It wasn't enough because you went right back to bed,  so I took fragments of your memories to craft that location you dreamed about."     He paused,   fingers twitching as he thought about his next words.

"I used what little control I had to make it as beautiful as I could,  but I faltered.   That catastrophe as me slipping,  and my anger only made it worse."
"Anger of losing control?"
"No..."
He gripped the chaise and clenched his jaw.
"I broke one of the strictest laws of the dream realm.   Never create an attachment to the host.   This law only affects me,  not anyone else here in this pocket realm.
In the process of being in contact with you and using dream energy created a bond of sorts."

"I created an attachment to you that I shouldn't have."