"Nightmare? Nightmare, where are you?" Aaron stood in the middle of a starry night like void. He felt like he was floating in nothingness as he searched for Nightmare.

"I am here." Aaron jumped as he heard the sound of Nightmare's voice suddenly coming from behind him. She was back to wearing her deep blue dress as her wings lay halfway unfurled from her body, like an angel floating in the air. Aaron couldn't help but gawk at her beauty and how grateful she wasn't in the other outfit from last time.

"And I see that you no longer have the seventies look."

"Oh no, I still find the culture of your species quite fascinating. I'll just be saving what you call "The Seventies Look" for when I'm feeling down. That big spherical mane cut always makes me giggle like a school filly." Aaron blinked at her, not knowing how to answer that. "But that can wait for another time."

"Hopefully far later." Aaron grumbled beneath his breath. "Anyway, I'm here to ask you to take me into Applejack's dream."

"Oh? I hope you aren't going to snoop around an unsuspecting mare's dream for any interesting information, I hope." Aaron raised a brow at her question, knowing full well that she was teasing him.

"No, of course not. I would never do that to Applejack. I just want to test out the dream walking thing. Make sure there are no problems."

"Ah, so she gave her consent. Most wonderful news." Aaron nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. I gotta admit, I'm sort of nervous right now. Walking into someone else's dreams, that's not exactly a common occurrence in my world."

"That is not true. The monster your people call Freddy Krueger used this technique to stalk his victims."

"That's a movie character. He's not real."

"Regardless, it may not be real in your world but the concept is present among your people. Though killing another in a dream is purely fiction. If that were true, I would have ended Tirek myself years ago."

"I see. So, are there any other things I should know about walking into someone else's dreams?" Nightmare began to think for a moment. She never really had to explain the dream walking process to any other being. As far as she knew, she was the only one who knew of the process of dream walking.

"There are some things you need to understand before you take part in entering another's dreams. Firstly, you must understand that a dream is not like the waking world. The same rules do not apply, yet as a visitor, you will be bound to the rules of the dream. What the dreamer says goes."

"Okay, I don't have any problems with that. Will I feel pain in these dreams?"

"Only if you believe it to be so. I've trained in dream walking and have perfected my mental abilities to be able to dispel what other ponies believe to be real in dreams. You, however, are just starting out. Thus, you won't be able to defend yourself. What you will encounter will most definitely be real to you."

"I'll be careful then. Just like when I'm awake."

"Then so be it, but before I escort you into the dream, there is one more thing you must know. This one is the most important." Aaron gave Nightmare his undivided attention. "In every dream, there is a dark place. This place is always behind a door. This door is something you must avoid at all costs."

"Why? What's so bad about it?"

"Think of it as a dam to hold back all negative emotions that could leak into one's dream. That is the best explanation I can give to you at this time."

"Got it. Follow the rules, be careful where I step, don't open any strange doors. Is that all?"

"Just... be ready for anything. That is all I can tell you over all." Aaron nodded. He understood perfectly and waited to enter his friend's dream. With the explanation over with, Nightmare waved her hand as smoke began to accumulate and take form. Aaron was ready for anything that may appear. Though, he may have set his expectations a little high. Expecting a swirling vortex of mind shattering proportions and beyond all cognitive thought, Aaron was greeted with a door that could probably have led to someone's backyard.

"Is... Is that it?"

"That it is." Nightmare said, stepping aside to let Aaron enter through the wooden door. "Just enter through and you will be in her dream. When you awaken, you will leave her dream. There is no worry of being stuck in her dreams."

"Okay, that eases the nervousness a bit." He took a few steps toward the door. Eyeing it for any irregularities that could differentiate it from any other door. Yet he couldn't see it. it looked like any other door that could belong to any other house. Yet, he wouldn't judge just yet. "I guess I'm off then." Aaron said, taking hold of the door nob. "Oh, before I go," Nightmare raised a brow in confusion. "I wanted to say... thank you. For everything you've done for me and my friends." Nightmare felt a slight warmth in her cheeks, giving a small smile to Aaron.

"You are most welcome. Now, off with you. If you need me, just call my name and I shall heed you." With those last words, Aaron opened the door into Applejack's dreams. He was momentarily blinded by a bright light, but his eyes soon adjusted. He could barely make out what he was seeing, only able to make out a few shapes like rectangles and giant circles. A few steps more and Aaron was greeted by the heavy scent of apples. A moment or two later and he found himself in the middle of what looked like a carnival.

Aaron found himself in the middle of a large crowd of ponies. He could see that each one had their own individual face and something distinct about their body or age. He would move out-of-the-way as little fillies and colts ran past him to get to where they were needing to go while mares and stallions moved about to bake and talk to what looked like close friends. The party looked to be taking place in the middle of a vast apple orchard, explaining where the smell of apples came from. Then again, looking in a random direction, Aaron found a small group of ponies making apple fritters.

"Howdy there. You lost, sonny?" An elderly mare with white hair and a green coat came up to him. She was wearing a dress with a plaid apron.

"Hello. I'm actually looking for Applejack. Do you know where I can find her?"

"Course I know where she is. She's mah granddaughter after all. Heck, she even fixed up this whole family reunion by herself.."

"Oh, this is a family reunion?! I'm sorry to intrude."

"Its fine. A new face could be nice around here for once." The old mare chuckle to herself as she turned to look through the thick crowd of ponies. "Last I saw of Applejack, she was out over by the fritter booth. You should be able to find her somewhere around there. If not, try asking around."

"Alright. Thank you miss..."

"Ponies 'round here just call me Granny Smith."

"Thank you, Granny Smith."

"No problem, sonny." The two parted ways as Aaron tried to make his way through the crowd of ponies. It all felt so real to him, he could feel every pony that brush his side as they moved about doing their business. It was like each and every one of them was alive. Though, as he looked out through the crowds, one of them seemed to stand out among the crowd. A little girl, or in this case a little filly, with a bright red bow.

Aaron would be able to walk through the crowds and the ponies wouldn't pay him any mind at all, as it he wasn't even there. Yet she only seemed to want to keep her attention on him and him alone. Her constant, unblinking stare. Finding the small filly a bit creepy, he turns his attention away from her in search of the apple fritter booth. Yet, as he turned the other direction, there she was once more. The small filly was wearing a white dress reaching down to her knees. Other than that, it was just the red bow.

He was getting a weird vibe from this little pony and tried to lose her. But everywhere he looked, there she was waiting. In the crowd, on the bench, in a tree, on the roof of the barn. Aaron knew that this was a dream but this was just getting kinda creepy. Who was the little filly? What did she want? These questions would go unanswered for the moment as Aaron slammed face first into what felt like a brick wall with two plush pillows strike his face.

The force in which he hit them was enough to knock him to the ground. He let out a groan as he looked up to see the silhouette of a pony. Her form was blocked out by the sun, but it was heavily obvious that it was a she. He could hear a giggle and a snort as she looked down at Aaron. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" The pony leaned down and smiled. Her bright pink coat and impossibly curly hair jiggled as she leaned down to help Aaron up.

"Ugh... what hit me?" She lifted him up with ease, soon after he dusted him off.

"Sorry. You ran into my boobs and fell down."

"I-... what?"

"You weren't paying attention and ran right into my tits. You're lucky they're so squishy, otherwise I would have knocked you out." The pink mare proceeded to play with her generously large bosom. Aaron watched with a heavy blush on his face as he saw her hands disappear into the large globes of fat. Clearing his throat, he tried to get her to stop.

"Um... well, I'm sorry for that. I was just... looking for someboobie-BODY!

"Hm. You don't say? Who is this boobie you speak of?" Aaron froze for a moment, unsure how to respond to such a question.

"Well, first off miss, I wanted to say I'm sorry for runn-"

"You already apologized, and my name is Pinkie Pie."

"Pinkie Pie... riiiight. Anyway, my name is Aaron. I was looking for Applejack and was wondering if you knew where I could find her."

"Applejack huh? Hmmmmm." The pink pony began to think for a moment. Trying to recall where it was that she saw her. "I guess you could try the bobbing for apples bucket. She loves that game."

"You sure? Cause Granny Smith told me that she was at the Apple Fritter Booth." She giggled as she started to bounce around like a rabbit.

"I dunno. If you want, I could help ya look?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm just a figment of Applejack's imagination anyway. I might as well help you get to know the place since I don't really seem to have any other function." Aaron remained frozen as she gave him a big grin after a set of sentences he had no idea how to feel about. She was self-aware of where she was and what she was. He began to wonder if all the other ponies knew they weren't real, but would have to find out at a later time.

"O-Okay then. I guess we could go search for a moment. Shall we meet somewhere?"

"How about......... the house entrance?" Pinkie Pie pointed to the house, bringing her hopping to a halt.

"Okay, that seems easy."

"Great! We'll meet up when the sun turns green."

"Sure... what?" It was too late for an answer. The pink mare started to jump over ponies in search of the one that Aaron needed to talk to. Having somepony to help him would make things go along much more smoothly rather than himself looking through enough ponies to start a small village. Still, as he walked, he couldn't help but think of that small pony with the red bow. She had suddenly gone and with no trace of her existence. Whoever she was, she's gone for the moment. Yet, he could feel that things were going to get much weirder as they went on as this Pinkie Pie was merely the beginning of it.

~~~~~

After fighting his way through the crowd to the front of doors of the barn house, Aaron managed to emerge from the ocean of pony folk with a heavy gasp. For a dream, they felt a little too real to him. What was supposed to be a movement through the crowd, was more so like fighting a rushing tide... that occasionally offered a sweet treat before it tried to rush him off to meet other family members.

Now, he managed to reach the front the house after a long amount of time. As he walked up to the door, Aaron quickly opened the door to the house and suddenly felt a change in tone in his environment. What he felt in the crowd was a sense of kindness and friendship, but in the house he could feel something different. Something odd in the air. He couldn't point it out at first but he could feel it there.

The house was empty of life except for himself. It was decorated quite nicely with an apple theme throughout the area. He would look through the living room and back to the kitchen. He found the source of the smell, a freshly baked apple pie. He could feel his mouth water as he smelt its potent odor. It was as if the pie was real to his senses. He figured one slice wouldn't hurt anything.

Retrieving a small plate and a knife, Aaron took a small slice of pie, at least small to him. He licked his lips in anticipation and took a small bite. His body started to tingle from the amazing flavor he was graced with. The pie was delicious to say the least, taking his pallet on a ride in which he could barely even comprehend. He was going to savor this pie, and he did so as best he could. He took another bite and started to look about the kitchen.

He could see a few empty glass jars about the counter and one with a strange liquid inside. He soon drew attention to some of the pictures on the wall. There, he could see Applejack and Granny Smith poised in a photo with a big red Stallion. For shits and giggles, Aaron was going to refer to him as Clifford. They all looked happy together, yet for some reason, most of them had been cut or torn around the corners. Why it was like that, he had no idea. Though, he could see traces of a small yellow hand.

Once he was finished with the pie, he politely placed the plate into the sink. It was a dream, sure, but he didn't want to seem rude. The pie was real enough, so he didn't want to take the chance of being rude in Applejack's home. Finished with his pie, Aaron began to do some more exploring of the house. "Applejack! Are you here?" Aaron called out, in hopes of finding her there. He began to walk up the stairs in hopes of finding her. Or at the very least find some more treats. The house was calm as he could no longer hear the outside world. He was starting to miss the sound of the friendly ponies out in the crowd.

Though, as he got closer and closer upstairs, he could hear a new sound. It was music. Music from a music box. The sound if it felt Aaron with a new sensation now, one he wasn't liking all that much. It was like something in the back of his mind was telling him to run the other way. Yet, he still needed to for Applejack and until he looked through the entire house, he would not be going back.

Upon taking the final step up, the vibrant color of the house seemed to lose a bit of its life. He walked through the narrow hallway and tried to open the doors. One after the other, he found the doors to be locked. He grew more and more frustrated as he tried to look for the source of the music. Finally, he made his way last door on the right. Unlike the others, this one opened to him, showing him a bedroom, and not uninhabited as well. "Granny?" Aaron asked confused. Before him was in fact Granny Smith from before, same clothes, same mane, same coat and everything. Yet, he couldn't help but feel that something was... wrong. "Granny, where did you come from? I was calling out for Applejack, you could... have..."

He could hear a strange sound coming from Granny, like she was drowning on land. She started to turn around, to which Aaron started to pale in fear. What he was in fact Granny Smith, yet not her at the same time. It had her body but the face. Dear god the face. Her eyes were bottomless pits, leaking a profuse black liquid with a very pungent odor. Her mouth hung open, the jaw clearly broken as the same black liquid drooped from her grey gums. She started to creep towards him. Though, looking down he could see her hooves dragging along the wooden floors. He could also see her the black liquid burning the floors as it dripped to the ground.

Aaron had one clear option to a situation like this; run. Turning tail, Aaron made his way out of the room and slammed it shut. breathing heavily as he tried to block all memory of what he had saw in that room. Yet, it didn't seem to be over. The wall began to burn and liquefy into the familiar black ooze. Soon enough, the demonic visage of Granny Smith started to melt her way through and turn her attention to Aaron.

With a high-pitched yelp of fear, Aaron made his way for the stair. He ran and ran and ran for all he had in him. It was a dream but it was like a nightmare to him. He wanted the friendly ponies outside and that is where he longed to be once more. No more old mares melting through the walls with a liquid with the same color his underwear was starting to turn.

He had no idea that the hallway was this long before and as he ran, he could see it getting further and further the longer his feet propelled him through the air. "Oh come on! Not this old cliché!" He vented his anger as he came to a stop, turning around to see the demon catching up to him. "I am not dying here!" He screamed, tackling the door closest to him. He was given immediate results as he found his escape from the creature that had taken on Granny's form. It was unfortunate however, that those results were met with him falling down to an empty abyss. He screamed for dear life until things got so dark, he could not see the light in which he fell.

He hit with a large impact on what was very clearly hard ground. The thump in which he made upon hitting the ground echoed through the void, signalling that there was at least walls and a roof over his head. As of now, however, he was focusing on the pain. He never felt pain in dreams, but now it felt so real. As he writhed on what felt like dirt, he called for help. "Nightmare! Nightmare. I could use a little help here." He waited for Nightmare to come to the rescue, hoping that she could help him out of this mess. Yet, time went on and she never came to his rescue. "Nightmare? Nightmare this isn't funny. I really want to leave now."

All he could hear was his own voice, echoing through the void. Worry crept into Aaron's mind as he returned to his feet. Seeing no other option, Aaron began to wander the void with his arms stretched out, trying to feel for anything that could help him get out of there. But just as he tried to look for a way out, that was when he heard it. It was the sound again, the sound that was like someone was drowning on land. He could hear it getting closer to him and thus abandoned on pretenses of safety in the dark and just started running in one direction. He had never had any issue with nightmares before but never did he ever think that he would be living out someone else's.

The terror of running from an enemy he couldn't see was indescribable. He was scared watching such things occur in the movies but this was a whole nother level of terror. He could still hear the creature behind him but it was luckily getting further and further away. That is until Aaron slammed into a wall and fell back onto the ground. He writhed in more pain as he held onto his face which took the brunt of the force. He was just lucky that the wall he hit was made of wood. Though, he wasn't sure if he could die in Applejack's dream, judging from the fact that he could feel pain, he wasn't in an hurry to find out. Sitting up, he went back to the thing that he ran into. It was in fact a wooden wall, that was all he could tell about it. As he inspected it, he heard something that gave him a glimmer of hope. It was somepony knocking on the other side. He returned the knock in hopes someone would hear him.

"Hello! Can you hear me?!" He got no response except for the frantic knocking. "Come on! Why can't you hear me!?" Aaron banged on the wall a few times. Desperate to make his presence known on the other side. He banged and banged against the wall, hoping that he would be heard, but that was not what happened. Instead of seeing the brilliant light of the sun, he was instead shocked by the sudden wall of flames that erupted before him, consuming the wall and knocking Aaron to the ground as he tried to get away from the intense flames.

He backed away as fast as possible, only to feel something behind him. Looking up, Aaron saw the demo that had been chasing him. Granny stared down at him with the holes she called eyes, yet she didn't do anything, which gave him the opportunity he needed to get back up on his feet once more. Though, that just made him regret his actions even further.

Granny Smith wasn't the only demo there. There were more. Hundreds more. He could see them all, a small army of ponies gathered together in this dark room, now illuminated by the wall of fire that was slowly boxing them all in. "Why didn't you save us?" They all said in bone chilling unison. "Why didn't you save us?"

"I don't know who the fuck you are!" Aaron shouted back. They all just stared at him, all chanting the same mantra over and over again. Why didn't you save us? That was all that Aaron could hear besides the roar of the flame. As they spoke, they slowly started to wear him down. Aaron grew dizzy as he began to stumble backwards, hearing them all chant the words again and again, every syllable ringing in his head. Yet, as they did and before Aaron could fully pass out, one pony stepped forward out of the masses.

It was the small filly from before. The one in the white dress and the red bow. Her eyes weren't black holes and she seemed rather normal. However, she was crying the black goop, that much didn't change. "Why didn't you save us, Applejack?" Aaron fell to his knees, finding his strength finally given out in this place as he soon found it hard to breath. "Don't you remember. We called out to you. We begged for you to help us. To rescue us... yet, you never came." Aaron started to cough uncontrollably. The smell of soot filled his lungs as he began to lose the last threads of his strength as the little filly spoke to him in a soft voice.

"P-Please... I'm... I-I'm not Applejack." Aaron said between coughing fits. That didn't seem to matter to the little filly, nor the rest of them. The small filly leaned in close, getting into Aaron's face as they locked their eyes on one another.

"You failed us Applejack. We paid because of you." A small flame lit on her cheek, slowly spreading across her face that turned her soft looking yellow coat into boiling flesh. "It's because of you, that we all perished. You could have saved us, instead you chose to save yourself." The flame consumed half of her face. Turning the cute little filly into Two-Face from the Dark Knight and it kept on spreading.

"I-... I-I told you. M-My name's... not..." Aaron could barely breath as he tried to keep himself up.

"You," Aaron looked up to see a horror of a sight. The small filly had transformed into a shambling mess of burnt meat, fused skin, and scabs as she looked at Aaron. "You are a failure to this family." Applebloom then burst into flames, startling Aaron as one by one, each of the ponies burst into flames, screaming for their lives. The once statue like ponies had turned into a raging mob, banging against the walls, screaming to be let out. All the while the small filly looked at Aaron.

Aaron tried to stretch out what he had left, crawling for dear life as he tried to make it to somewhere safe. All around him, he could hear havoc breaking loose. The ponies screamed, begged for their misery to end, all of them crying out for one pony in particular; Applejack. It was a nightmare, no it was agony listening to their cries. He could practically feel their pain in their screams of terror. Aaron could only pray that he would die soon so he would not have to listen to them.

His arms collapsed as he hit the floor hard. His last leg had fallen and his eyes were starting to close. He didn't fight it any longer, he didn't bother to see what was going on. As silence fell, so did Aaron.

~~~~~

"......-ron......" He heard it, but he could not believe it. "A-...n!" He heard it again, yet he still couldn't believe it.

Opening his eyes, his body ached from so much falling and running into stuff. His head throbbed with one of the worst headaches he had ever felt. "Aa-... n." He could hear the faint call for his name once more. He looked up slowly, his eyes returning to focus as he saw something that made his heart flutter to life. It was a crack in the wall, not just any crack though. It was a crack in a thin wooden wall.

Forcing himself up, Aaron grunted and groaned through so much pain to make it to his goal. Forcing himself onto his feet to stand, he stumbled towards the crack in the wall, gently letting a bit of sunlight seep in. He was still weak but he could also hear someone on the other end calling to him.

"Aaron." He could hear the voice clearly now and he knew that voice well, giving him more strength to let himself be known. Crawling through thick layers of soot, he did all he could to use what little strength he had to strike the wood at least once. Hoping that his message would get out, praying that he would be heard. Stiffly, he managed to strike the door as a small thud would sound. he could hear it echo through the building he was in, but outside, it barely made a sound.

Three minutes pass before he could hear wood being torn down. The charred walls ripping apart as a blurred hand reached out to him and pulling him out of the death trap.

Being pulled through the charred hole and onto the ground, Aaron could see who his savior. "Oh by the gods, I thought I had lost you!" Aaron looked up to see the dark mare herself, a look of concern on her face as she comforted him. "Where did you go!? I completely lost track of you once the nightmare began." Aaron could only respond with a low groan, still aching from his ordeal with those creatures that were once ponies. "I was foolish to let you go alone, I should of known you couldn't handle this on your own." Nightmare was soon shooshed by Aaron's clumsy hand, reaching out and placing on her muzzle. He meant it to be just a finger, but he was still dizzy from the ordeal.

"Uuuugh... ta-... talk too much." Aaron sat up from Nightmare's lap, rubbing his sore head in hopes of easing his pain. As he did, he found that the environment around him had changed. The once colorful landscape had grayed, giving Aaron a feeling of bleakness as he saw the dying grass and deadwood trees. The ponies that had filled it had gone as well, it was just him and Nightmare moon in an open area before a charred barn. Done with his survey of the land, Aaron turned his attention to Nightmare, who had taken a seat on the ground beside him "Where were you?" He said in a raspy voice, still working the soot out of his lungs "I called out to you for help and yet you never came." Aaron said worriedly. He turned his head to the hole he was dragged out of. The once vibrant colored barn/house was burnt to a crisp, it was a miracle the roof didn't collapse on top of him. "What exactly happened?"

"You were trapped in a nightmare, a recurring one at that. I tried to look for you but... the nightmare proved to be too strong for me." Nightmare looked ashamed of herself, lowering her head to the ground to avoid his eyes.

"Can we help her with it?"

Nightmare flinched at the question."I-..." Nightmare looked worriedly at Aaron. An unsure look forming on her face. "Aaron, I haven't watched over a pony's dreams in years. They shut their minds out to me and my influence in fear of me. I've only started venturing into dreams once again because you are one of a select few who haven't had their minds shut out to me. Even with a nightmare that has festered for so long. I don't know if I can help her here." With a sigh, Aaron stood up and dusted his clothes off, stretching his limbs with the aching that felt quite real to him.

"That doesn't mean can't at least try." Nightmare looked at him skeptically, she didn't want to lose her only true asset to communicate with the outside world as well as the only real companion in these trying times to insanity.

"Fine. But this time, I am to accompany you. I may be rusty, but even I know that walking in Applejack's mind shall be more difficult than I once originally thought."

"Thank you, Nightmare. I knew I could count on you."

"Do not count just yet. We have yet to begin." Aaron chuckled as he brought the dark queen into a grateful hug, catching the mare off guard as she had no idea how to respond to such show of affection. She just gave Aaron an awkward smile and an equally awkward pat on the back. He retracted from her and began to think. "Ehem, now. If we are to confront this night terror, we best find Applejack post-haste. Otherwise we stand no chance in solving this issue."

"Agreed. But... where do we start looking."

"Oh! Oh! I know I know!" Aaron and Nightmare turn to a somewhat familiar voice. Before them was the Pink Party Pony of Ponyville. Her still vibrant colors made her pop against the dulled background.

"Pinkie?! Wh-Where did you come from?!"

"From the orchard, silly. I've looked all over for you. The sun turned green like, three hours ago. I looked and looked and looked and couldn't find you." Her attention turned to Nightmare Moon. "Hi." Pinkie wasn't all that fazed seeing Nightmare there. "Anyway, I've been looking for you because I found Applejack." Nightmare and Aaron looked to the pink mare in shock, unable to comprehend the swift stroke of luck they had.

"Pinkie that's amazing! Where is she?"

"She's in there." Pinkie Pie pointed in the direction of the orchard, a part of which had become enveloped with a quickly thickening fog.

"Of course she is." Aaron sighed, not liking where this night was going. "Nightmare, do you know what that is, by chance?"

"Hm. By the look of it, clouded thoughts. They are the thoughts we have that become over run with heavy emotions, sometimes altering or emphasizing memories, mostly due to trauma. It will not be easy to navigate unless we keep our wits about us at all time." Aaron didn't like the sound of that, but if that was wear Applejack was, then he saw no other choice in venturing into the fog.

"Is it dangerous to us?"

"Depends. It will mostly just block your vision, all you need worry about is where you step."

"I see... alright then, lets get moving. I want to put an end to these nightmares. Pinkie, do you think you can lead the way."

"Sure, anything for a friend." She squeed as a big grin formed on her face, bouncing along in front of them to take the two guests into the orchard. They didn't know what to expect inside the orchard, all they knew was that it was where they could find Applejack. As for what else, they could only guess.

However, they would not be the only one venturing into the orchard. Standing by the entrance of the charred barn was the small filly in the white dress. Her emotionless and milky eyes watched them walk into the orchard. She knew that they were going to put a stop to the nightmares, thus she decided that she would have to stop them at all cost. For the real nightmares have just only begun.

Author's Notes:

Ah, it feels so good to be writing again. Been busy with trying to get into college, been teaching myself digital art and trying to learn animation. I guess I sort of didn't have time to write. But, I'm back and after this, I'll see about getting Do the Sex on Me with another chapter, as well as all the other stories I'm co-writing.