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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Maestro Hiccups 2 Nightmares Unleashed Part 14

The group walked over to a door that had a heart piece. "Hoo Hoo! I've never seen a heart like that before." Owl said. "Hey! It looks like a heart piece!" Haoyu yelled out. "It does! I guess this means it belongs to one of us..." Trisha Jane said. Suddenly, the stained glass at the top began changing rapidly. It had become a paper airplane, then a paintbrush, then a snowflake, and it kept rapidly changing

"Well...that's new." NiGHTS said, watching the changes of the stained glass door to Nightopia. Emma walked up to the door. "Either way, we still need to find those Berries." She said, lightly pushing against the door. A bright light bathed over the inhabitants as they entered the paradise called "Nightopia."

Inside awaited what looked to be a big mishmash of their stages combined into one gigantic endless realm. "Whoa...That explains the stained glass." Mei said, her hand grazing across a large glowing lotus flower. "But...where are the berries?" Leo asked. NiGHTS Gave them a smile. "Don't worry, I usually find the Berries with a little help."

The jester then let out a loud whistle that echoed across Nightopia. Almost instantly, small cone headed beings with small wings made themselves known to the inhabitants. "Awwwww!! Who are these little guys?" Sana cooed "These are the Nightopians, they all live in the various Nightopia that appear in the Night Dimension." Owl explained.

One of them began to fly off with Jose's straw hat while another one had settled into Iben's arms. "Hey there little guy! Do you know where we can find some Dream Berries?" The icy woman asked. The Nightopians nodded and started to pull Iben's hand, leading her and the others through the dream paradise.

Meanwhile, In the Realm of Nightmare...

Lance slowly felt himself come to, his feeling and vision slowly coming back to him. However, he also felt something was weighing him down, stopping him from moving from where he was. When his vision cleared up, to his horror, he found that he was inside of a cage, his arms and tentacles chained to the outside of it. The King of Negati struggled in his chains, trying in vain to remove his body from them.

"Well Well...look who finally decided to come to."

Lance froze in terror as he realized the cage was in front of a giant, imposing figure, who had 6 hands, all of which had eyes in them. Lance narrowed his eyes. "Hello Wizeman. What a delight. Any reason that you trapped me here in the night?" Lance asked, a sarcastic bit in his voice. Wizeman chuckled as two Nightmaren hooked a cuff to his neck.

"I see you still resist our side, and I see that you have the ability to bring a visitor's worst fears to life with your 'hiccups'."

Wizeman taunted. Lance haughtily looked away from Wizeman "You can't prove that, You don't have a say. And how do you know of my hiccups anyway?" He demanded, much to the annoyance of the Nightmaren. One of them wearing a large orange cape tugged at Lance's cuff chain. "SHOW SOME RESPECT!! Or It'll be time to play 'Chop up The Maestro'!" He threatened

"Silence Jackle!"

Wizeman commanded, causing the nightmare to shake slightly, it's eyes shrinking.

"And as for you Lance...the longer you're here. The longer that you'll have the hiccups. Which makes it easier for me to take the red Ideya, and take control of this, eyesore of a dimension, and the entire waking world..."

He said. Lance's eyes widened. He was right, the more people that were in fear, even for a little bit, their Ideya would get stripped away, asleep or not.

"So I suggest that you get comfortable...because you'll be asleep. For a very. Long. Time.

Wizeman threatened. The two Nightmaren chucked Lance back into the cage before he heard Wizeman adress the other Nightmaren.

"I want you to to and find every bush of Dream Berries that you can find. And I want you to destroy them all. No matter what."

The Nightmaren bowed in front of Wizeman "I shall do just that Master Wizeman." It said. The nightmare God gave a low grumble

"Very good...Don't Fail me...

Reala..."

Trisha Jane Belongs to @lovelyteng

Mei belongs to @sundove88

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xhannahbananax03 · 5 years

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The Boyfriend Diaries - Act I - Chapter 1

Warnings: Implications of Sexual content, Extreme gore, violence. If you are easily trigged by any of these things, PLEASE DO NOT READ

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She was sat across from a cute boy in a small diner, wearing a big smile on her face. "So Dorothy, what's your favorite subject right now?" The boy asked, his name was Ben.

"Oh, I prefer biology and chem. lab." She smiled, of course it was her favorite subject. She got to learn about the chemicals she would steal when the teacher wasn't looking. Just little things like some chloroform here, some bleach there, the occasional disinfectant.

"I actually prefer literature..." Ben said a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom." She spoke up staring at him intently, "Edgar Allen Poe." She finished softly.

"Oh..." He chuckled awkwardly, before casting his eyes up to the approaching waitress. She was dressed in a bright and annoying pink and blue outfit, the same one all the other female staff was wearing.

"What can I get for ya!" She said in a loud and cheery voice. Before "Dorothy" had a chance to speak up and tell the older woman to stop being so obnoxious, Ben told her his order.

"Can I get the chicken salad and the green shake?" He asked politely, smiling up at the woman who's name tag read, "Bethany".

Ugh.... Dorothy thought to herself, he's a healthy eater... "I'll just get some fries and a Sprite" she told Bethany with an annoyed smile.

The woman's face fell slightly before she huffed and frowned, "sure, it'll be out in 15." She said with a hint of anger in her voice before quickly turning around and walking off.

About an hour later Dorothy and Ben walked out of the diner hand in hand, even though she was annoyed and his hands were oddly clammy, she stuck with it. She had to. Only a little big longer. She kept telling herself.

"So where do you wanna go now?" Ben asked her, a smile on his face unaware of his impending doom.

She squeezed his hand tighter and took a deep breath before slapping a smile on her face. "It's a surprise, just follow me." She said walking down the sidewalk and towards the small dirt road back in the woods that led to an old shut down factory. The same place she'd been staying for almost a month.

"Ok if you say so." He laughed and walked beside her, still holding her hand. Now's your chance. She told herself.

After a bit of walking, the pair finally made it to the beginning of the path, where he stopped walking and just stood. She turned around a panic beginning to bubble inside her, "What's wrong?" She asked innocently, trying to keep her cool.

He chuckled lowly, looking down at the ground as one of his brown hiking boots kicked around a rock. "I know what your doing..." He said softly, not yet looking at her.

"What do you mean? Do you know this place?" Crap she thought, might have to do it right here... That's probably the last thing she wanted, but if it had to happen, it had to happen.

"Don't play coy with me sweetheart..." He smirked up at her before taking a step forward and wrapping an arm around her waist, "you're taking me to the old Mill to shack up, aren't you?" He asked a smile in his voice. But not a sweet, gentle smile, more like a predator lurking just beyond the surface, and it made her heart pound beneath her chest.

She giggled softly, trying to cover up her fear of getting caught and her fear of something much more dark happening. "You caught me..." She said flirtatiously looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss her lips but she leaned back in response, "let's get there first, then you can kiss me." She giggled pushing away from him and turning back down the path.

She frowned to herself and let out a shaky breath. She heard the pounding of feet behind her and she wanted to run forward in return, but instead she put a fake smile on her face as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer to the warm body of her date, Ben.

Eventually they made it to the run down Mill, inside she had everything set up, in one room a dusty old couch and in another closed off room, a clear tarp on the floor, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a table with things like cleaning supplies, gloves and, knifes. She wasn't too much into torture, but she would have to hack up the body and bury it in several locations. So even if the cops did go looking, they'd never find all of it.

Walking into the old and rusty front door, she led him towards the couch and he sat down, almost immediately reaching out for her, "you wait here while I go get ready ok?" She winked at him really trying to sell it.

He leaned back and spread his legs, "I'll be here." He said with a smirk, making her cringe, but it was dark so hopefully he didn't notice.

She smiled down at him and turned around walking to the closed door. Behind it, a crime waiting happen. She didn't just do the things she did for no reason, she always had a reason. She liked to think of it as justice.

Walking into the room, she closed the door and let out a heavy sigh before getting to work. First she stripped down into her underwear and put on a self-made hazmat suit of sorts. She put on a pair of black rubber gloves and a pair of socks.

She walked to the table to double check she had everything she needed when a loud bang came from the door, she jumped back and ran towards it, "just a minute!" She shouted, looking around the room one last time before standing behind the door and turning off the light.

"Come in!" She shouted loudly. The door slowly creaked open and in stepped Ben, his hand immediately flying out in search for a light switch, "don't!" She squeaked out not ready for everything to be seen. That would just make this that much harder.

His hand fell back to his side and he completely stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Dorothy?" He said quietly in a creepy manner. She shuddered but stayed still and quiet, she needed him just a few more steps into the room before she could jump him. "Where are ya?" He asked stepping further into the room.

This was her shot, probably her only shot and she had to take it, she unfolded the chloroform covered rag in her hand and moved quickly towards the light switch before flicking it on, "what the-" were the only two words he was able to get out before she was on him.

She jumped into his back and immediately shoved the rag over his mouth and nose, he screamed into it and reached his hands back grabbing for her hair only to pull off the dark black wig and hold it in his hands.

He struggled for a little while longer, before inevitably passing out, falling onto the old cracked pavement face first. She got off of him and stretched her back, "put up quite the fight there Benny..." She mumbled to his limp form.

She dragged his heavy body over to the chains and sat him in the chair below them, she huffed out a breath before tugging his arms above his head and wrapping and locking the chains tightly around his wrists.

In the corner of the room was a big metal barrel full of wood and old newspapers covered in gasoline, she lit a match and threw it in before throwing the wig, their clothes, and the rag into the flames. She quickly attached a hose to the old sink in the room and turned on the water before spraying Ben down.

After a few minutes he came to, he still was out of it, but he was awake and ready to be charged for his crimes, "Benjamin Dowle..." She said pacing in front of him with a folder in her hands, "I'm Riley... Lovely to meet you." She said not looking up at him.

"How do you know my real name?" He shivered, "I changed my last name after..." He trailed off a dark expression taking over his face as he stared down at the ground.

"After what Ben?" Riley asked staring up at him, "you know, if you can't talk about it, you shouldn't have done it." She said before turning back to the table and grabbing a knife, his eyes widened and he started pulling on the chains, "I wouldn't if I were you, you yank to hard and the rafters will come down on you. Giving you a more painful death than I will."

He started panting but was done moving, "You're gonna kill me!" He shouted out the panic finally hitting him, "You're crazy! You can't do that!" He shouted at her starting to scream.

"Go for it. Scream. No one can hear you Ben." She said loudly, talking over his cry's, "now, shall we start? You're originally from Oklahoma... Rich parents... Blah, blah, blah..." She stared intently at the page running her finger tip over the words written there, "ah, here it is!" She said gleefully, "a few months ago, a young girl in Tulsa, around your age, went missing around the time you and your family moved up here. Says here, she was last seen with you."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about! Now let me go!" He yelled at her almost accusingly. She tsked him and walked towards him with the knife, drawing a straight line up his leg and towards his thigh before she slightly dug it into the meaty flesh there.

He screamed out in pain, "Stop! Please God! Stop!" He screamed out. She did as he asked and stopped but left the knife there, he cried silently for a second before dropping his head, "I killed her... I wasn't meaning too... She just- she just made me so mad." He whimpered out.

"Where's her body Ben?" She asked softly looking at him, pulling out the knife. He gave her the address and hung there, "I'm gonna have to kill you now." She said almost sympathetically. He began screaming and begging for her to let him go, which she never enjoyed. It brought her back to the night where she was the victim. But she had to, this needed to happen.

She decided to make it quick, the sound of his pleas bouncing off the cement walls and giving her a headache, she pulled out her father's pistol before planting a bullet in the boys head. "Sorry Benny, today was the day you faced your judgement, and just like you, I'll face it one day too..." She whispered to his limp body hanging from the ceiling.

She didn't do what she did for no reason, for her it was justice for the poor girl that he murdered.

#mystery #murder #phsychology #thriller #horror #gore #original writing #original fiction #original character #original art #romance

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