Classified

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Nightmare's POV

"Ugh." I groaned as I began to wake up. My eyes were still closed but I could feel hard cold metal across my body, making me unable to move. I opened my eyes to see that I was sitting in a cold metal chair, and there were metal straps across my body. My hands felt heavy and I looked down to see my hands were inside hard metal cases, so I couldn't blast out of here. I was completely and utterly, stuck.

I suddenly heard a loud click from behind me, then more all around me. I was in an iron room with many people wearing strange vests and holding strange machine-like stickish things with holes facing towards me (that is my terrible description of a gun). I looked straight forward and saw a taller man, he looked a bit business-like wearing a black suit and black shades.

"Hello there." He said a little intimidatingly.

"Where am I? Who are you? And what do you want with me?" I asked, panicking slightly. For some reason my head was absolutely pounding.

"Where you are, is classified. Who I am, is classified. And what we want with you, is what you are, who you are, where you came from, and why you're here?" He said even more intimidating.

"Ok Mr. Classified. What I am, is classified. Who I am, is classified. Where I came from, is classified. And why I'm here, is classified." I said grinning. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Well don't worry. We'll get it out of you, one way, or another." He said the last words and the people around me readied their weapons and I heard more clicks from them. I gulped.

"What are those things?" I asked, now pretty scared.

"What? Those?" He said looking over at the strange weapons. "They are guns. And we can use them, to hurt you, really really bad. If you don't cooperate."

"Perhaps you'd like a demonstration." He said and nodded to someone behind me. One of the people with the guns came forward also holding a sort of teddy. He placed the teddy down in front of me and pressed something on the gun. There was a loud bang and the teddy's head was gone. Leaving burnt bits of fur all over the place. I gaped at it in horror. Why the nether would anyone create something like that?! And there seemed to be heaps!

"Oh." Was all I could say.

"So, what will it be?" He asked confidently. I thought about this. If I told him, I would die. If I didn't tell him, I would die. Great. Awesome set of options here!

"Fine. I'll tell you." I said and he grinned. "But only if I can actually move! I can barely breath here!" I said a little more confidently. His grin faded a bit, but it didn't go. He nodded to another person behind me that I couldn't see, and I heard a loud beeeep as a few of the metal straps folded back. But I still had a few left, that didn't go. It felt better than before at least.

"Now talk." He said.

"Fine. I'll start off with what my name is. You might as well know. My name is-" I teleported out of the chair and right next to it. I looked at the man's horrified face and grinned. "Nightmare." I said and using the rest of my power, teleported somewhere. I have no idea where, I was too busy not wanting to be there.

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