You walk up to the doors and walk in not noticing Nightmare, heading to your locker you expected something written on it. You fortune telling genius! There is, you don't read them but you can feel the anger, sadness, hate, and fear scrawled into each word. (A presence of anger swells behind you, from two different people) You get the wipes and start to scrub. Then Amber came up to you, "What did you do to them?!" She asked, terrified, you could feel what she was going to do, you spoke in a quiet tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"The football team is all gone!" (A small joy came from behind you)
"Oh...." You had forgotten your mishap at the tree.
"He said something about your tree, and left! They've been gone for three days now!" Had they really been gone for three days now?
"I will mourn for them if they are dead, and pray for them if they are alive."(Sorry if you don't believe in religious stuff, you just said that to make Amber happy)
"What do you mean if they are dead!?" Oh shoot, you messed up there, she shoved you. (The anger became stronger)
"I wouldn't hurt them, I swear." You refused to fight back. She swung a punch, "Please stop, think about it." It hit you square in the jaw. (Anger, just more anger)"Please stop." You saw the teacher, Mr. Arthur, standing there watching, waiting, for the moment you strike back. You could feel it, what he was doing, that Amber was going to kick you and she had bribed the teacher, you still didn't fight her, and you could feel the anger of someone and the intention they held, if she dared continue, you dare not look around. It would seem as though you were asking for help, and you wouldn't get any. She kicked a few kids cheered for her, her group and another few.
"Please stop, I won't ask again." Mr. Arthur got ready to intervene and take you to the office. "You will be hurt." He stepped closer, "You'll regret the next decision you make. Both of you." Mr. Arthur came up grabbed your wrist, she slapped you, punched, kick, punch, kick, slap. Anger came in a wave as big as a tsunami, over you and everyone who stood and watched. You did not turn because you knew who it was.
Mr. Arthur dropped you as he and Amber tumbled back into the ground in fear. Falling to the ground with the force of being dropped and the wave of anger crashing upon you, you knew what was going to happen next, what he had in store for them, you couldn't see it, but felt every intention. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, but before the snap you covered you ears and closed your eyes tight. You could still hear though, you could feel, the jocks, that whole football team.
They all were in front of you, in pain, in need, you could hear them scream. They screamed for help, they screamed, don't let us go back there, don't let the torture continue, just kill us already, they won't. They rolled on the floor screaming for a moment, but only a moment. You heard a few more screams, then silence. You removed your hands from your ears.
Sitting in shock and fear, as well as everyone else, you look around, Amber and Mr. Arthur are gone, her following and a few faces, were gone. A gentle grip on your hand, an then a tug told you to stand up. People stated in fear as you stood and threw you arms around his neck, hugging him, as a sense of joy came from him "Never again." You whisper to him, "Never again." He whispered back. You knew that he said that with honesty and you knew what would happen and you couldn't stop it, you felt terrible. Then the air swooped and changed, it felt like your tree, your favorite side.Nightmare PoV
I followed her in walking a little behind her. She made her way to her locker, the words written on it were terrible. I didn't even want to think of them. She starts wiping them off, then this girl and a small following shows up. Oh, I know her, can't hear her over my anger. She said something about the football team.
Oh yes them, they get to have fun in the forest around the castle, where nightmare wolves and figures of their worst fears play with them. I had almost forgotten about the time difference here and from the dreamscape. Y/n had spent all weekend in there. I hate the team, that punishment is too little for what they did to my Moonbeam of a dream. I feel a small smile creep across my face as I think of their screams.
She shoved Y/n! Her 'friends' snickered in the background. My Moonbeam was talking it out, not wanting a fight, then this jerk threw a punch, hitting Y/n in the jaw. I caught myself growling to myself. I am going to torture her if she doesn't stop. She kicked her, some kids cheered. A teacher got closer as Y/n talked quite calmly, closer, closer, closer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up wards. With a smile on his face and held her there as Y/n was beaten up.
I had enough, I made my presence known. Everyone fell to the ground, Y/n scoots closer to me. She covered her ears as if she knew what happens next. I snapped my fingers pulling the team into the real world, the fear etched in the faces of everyone as they screamed suspended in the air, was hilarious. I let them fall, then I started getting a headache, so time to say goodbye. To them and others I looked at them all in turn and turned their souls blue, they screamed as I sent them to the forest.
I reached down and grabbed one of Y/n's hands and pulled gently on it she stood up still holding onto my hand
She turned and let go wrapping me up in a hug she stood there and whispered to me, "Never again."
I understood that she hated that, "Never again." I agreed, but only if she was around. I teleported her to the castle in the throne room, handed her art stuff I, uh, borrowed from Ink. "Get started. I have to have some people come in, you might recognize a couple of them."A/N
Oh boy I put this one off didn't I? Sorry writers block has been bad for me. You might get another soon I have an idea of what comes next but, if I can come up with what happens during that same chapter that would be fantastic! But not right now.1161 words
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FanfictionYou are an emotopath meaning you can feel emotions and a very strong one at that so felt more than emotions. Your parents were horrible to you and the students at school were no better. At the beginning and end of every day you would go to the tree...