Righteous on paint.
The canvas smoothly brushed.
But you know your not a saint.
For I will make you in pain.

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"Please stop this! Your hurting people. And everyone!" I shouted. Nightmare looked at me with his eyesockets. His pupils looking at me as I then collapsed.

I was in a vision. Nightmare special ability was to trap people into nightmares. Then tons of corpses rained on the ground.

Even Ink. "INK!" I shouted. I slowly lost sanity. "WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME THIS!" I shouted crying as I collapsed onto the floor.

Nightmare slowly walked to me and whispered. I got scared. "I DONT WANT TO DIE!" I shouted running away. "IM SCARED!" I then stopped seeing Nigjtmare in front of me. "If you want to kill me you'll never to foster your hate for me."

"That is.., if you got enough hate. Come face me when you master your artistic power." Nightmare said simply as he walked away.

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Foster the pain you say?
I do it everyday.
Not enough. It's not enough.
Because I always bluff.
I got enough hate I assume.
But it's not enough to make it fuel.
You were always right.
I'm never gonna get hate.
E V E R.