Endless nightmares everyday. They never stop, they keep on coming. 6 hours of closing doors and running. You just wish it could end. You just wish you could end it all.
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Book 1/3
"S-So, I guess that happened, huh?" I said breaking the silence.
"Yeah..." Frisk replied. "Let's move on with this letter that Undyne gave us."
We started walking to Hotland while ignoring the fact that we're being watched, no doubt.
We went to the Riverperson since it was far.
"Tra La La. Care for a ride?" It asked and we said yes. "Where will we go today?"
You both said Hotland.
"Then we're off..." It said then the boat revealed... legs?
"Tra La La... Beware of the man who speaks in hands." It said mysteriously as the boat went on. This confused both of you. Beware of who?
"Beware of the Monster who feasts on Fears." It said as the area turned dark, darker, yet darker.
You both got scared now. The boat stopped.
"Beware of... him." It said in a completely different voice.
"Beware of... me." The Riverperson disappeared leaving just the cloak.
You two looked around and saw darkness and only darkness. While Frisk wasn't looking, an arm dragged you back while covering your mouth, muffling your screams.
You closed your eyes. When you opened them, you found yourself... in your bedroom.
"W-What?"
Nightmare's laughter fills the halls. You grab the flashlight that was next to you.
You went to the door on the left and looked through. No breathing.
You flashed and saw Nightmare.
"Michael. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be alive. That Soul should've killed you"
You backed up as Nightmare entered the room.
"You will die. You will die alone."
Nightmare got closer. You couldn't speak.
"You will die in a World where no one will remember you."
Nightmare got even closer. You're against a wall. The other door disappeared!
"This will be the end of you here, Michael. Frisk won't remember you. You have no talent. You won't have any friends. Frisk... won't be there for you anymore."
You tried to speak, but you couldn't. You couldn't find your voice.
"We will claim what's left of you. You won't live anymore."
Nightmare was now in front of you.
"Any last words?"
You found your voice.
"N-No. I won't d-die." You said in front of Nightmare.
"Hah! Good luck with living."
You snapped fingers to summon the Blaster, but nothing happened.
"Huh? W-Why won't it work?" You said nervously.
"Michael. Don't you get it? This is my World. In this World, your powers won't work. Nothing you try will work."
When Nightmare spoke, it didn't sound like him at all. It was someone different...
You turned around to see someone completely different.
Standing in front of you was a tall dark, skinny puppet. He had a permanent smile on his face with small sharp teeth. He reminded you of something, but you couldn't remember.
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He appeared to have makeup on..? In his eyes were to glowing white pupils. On each of his hands were three fingers. His body was basically a skeleton.
"Michael... you're out of time."
"This time... death won't save you."
He slithered closer as you closed your eyes tight. This isn't real.
"The Nightmare is just beginning... let's taste death... again!"
He slithered even closer.
"And again... and again."
This isn't real...
"This isn't real..." You said closing your eyes tight.
You kept your eyes closed. You didn't look until your were sure that he was gone.
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"This is a Nightmare you won't wake from."
He then used his long fingers..? To grab you and hold you up.
