---Nightmare's POV----

I was chained. To the wall to be exact. By my wrists. They were now permanently raised above my head against the brick wall. My arms were already starting to ache, but no one would really care about that in this place.

I sighed and looked over at the thick iron door that was blocking my escape. There was a small hatch at the top and bottom that could be opened and shut to slide in food or for officers to check I hadn't suddenly broke free or something.

I had a stupid amount of magic restraints on my wrists and one on each ankle for good measure. They looked real advanced as well. I hadn't bothered trying to escape them.....yet.

The sound of footsteps caused me to look up expectantly. And of course none other than Little Dreamy was the face that greeted me as the top latch was slid to the side.

I looked down to the floor as he looked in. I'm certain that he didn't know that it was me. But I still wanted to make sure that he didn't realise. He's already suspicious of me. I know that, so I need to try and act different so that he doesn't find out. But then again I have changed, very significantly.

No words were said and the silence was so strange that I eventually looked up at him. My one eyed ice blue gaze piercing his golden stare.

He flinched as we made eye contact, quickly looking down and now avoiding my curious stare. He seemed to take a deep breath and compose himself before speaking.

"D-Do you have a name?"

I tilted my head in amusement. Little Dreamy was already on to me. Let's mess with him a bit, shall we?

"They call me Night." I responded, telling half of the truth.

He stiffened at my response and met my stare once more. I smirked at him, loving the expression of hope and confusion that was so clear on his face.

He looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself at the last second, a frown forming on his face.

Then without a word he shut the latch and left, his footsteps fading as he walked down the corridor.

Well that was fast.

I groaned from boredom and looked over to the corner of the room where an empty injection needle lay, its glass smashed and scattered around it, the liquid that was once in there had dried a long time ago and had left a small dark stain.

Heh, that brings back some past memories.

*Flashback*

(Another one XD)

My cell is dark. It's cold. And there's nothing home-like about it. It might as well have been a prison cell.

No one talked to me, properly. The only time I got any attention was when they were sticking a needle into me, or needed to test something new.

I missed Dream. I missed my mum. I wanted more than anything for my cell door to open to reveal them, waiting for me with outstretched arms.

But that will never happen. They've probably forgotten about me. I curled up on the floor, trying to block out the sounds of the giant science lab that I was trapped in.

Why me?

It was just a quick peek in. You see, I had convinced Dream that we should sneak into the grounds of the top secret science lab in the closest town and check it out.

Obviously, being the wimp he is, he didn't want to at first, but I eventually succeeded in making him come along.

What a bad idea that was.

We got spotted by security and they chased us through the woods. I remember one was about to get Dream, I'm a bit faster than him, so I pushed him out of the way. But in the process the person trying to get Dream caught me instead.

He called the others off, saying that one would be enough. I remember screaming at Dream to keep running, to forget about me and run home.

And that's just what he did.
I hadn't heard from him since.

They took me, kicking and screaming, back to the science lab. That's where I met Him.

Sci....

He was in charge of this whole project. And turns out, they've been looking for a test subject for their latest experiment.

That test subject was me.

And now here I am, curled up, waiting for them to come and torture me again.

The sound of footsteps echoed and I curled up even more, clutching my knees to my chest.

The sound of the lock turning rang out and the door slowly opened. When I didn't move some people marched in and roughly grabbed me, pulling me to my feet and dragged me down the corridor into a room with my least favourite table with straps.

I looked around at the project table, usually there were masses of books and needles, you know, science shit. But today there was only a single injection needle.

Most of the experiments were injections into the arm or something but as they strapped me down I heard the three words that I prayed I would never hear.

"Summon his Soul."

I immediately panicked, pulling against the restraints. But they held me down. The scientists seemed to enjoy my fear. It made them feel powerful.

Sci had walked out of sight and I panicked, but he came back a second later with the injector. Inside the liquid was pitch black, with subtle hints of purple and blue.

"Don't struggle." He warned. "Or you'll make this even more painful than it should be."

He summoned my soul and I thrashed and panicked, desperately trying to escape my restraints.

But I froze as he held the injector centimetres from my soul. "Finally." Was all he whispered before plunging the needle into my soul.

I had expected pain. But not this.

I was in absolute agony, breathing started hurting and I felt like throwing up.

Normally they'd release me and shove me back in a cell after an experiment but they just sat down on the other side of the room and watched me.

I struggled desperately, the urge to throw up was getting stronger and breathing started to get more painful.

"W-What did you d-do to me?" I gasped, tears streaming down my face.

"We injected your soul with our best result so far, a hopefully perfect vial of liquid negativity." One of them said. They sounded proud, proud of making a little boy scream in pain.

"The pain should go." They said, not in a reassuring way, in a factfull way, as if he was talking about scraping your knee.

But the pain didn't go. It got worse. I really couldn't breath and a horrible pressure was pressing into my back.

I turned my head to the side and threw up everywhere. I froze when I saw what had just came from my body, it looked like black slime. It was in my mouth and it tasted horribly bitter.

I panicked, trying to escape. The scientists had stood up, it seemed what they wanted to happen was happening.

Suddenly a unknown rage came over me and the only thing on my mind was that they needed to die.

I pulled against the restraints, and this time, they snapped. I lurched up and onto my knees, throwing up the black goop once more.

It started leaking from my body and eye sockets, covering one of my eyes. The pressure in my back built up and then snapped, excruciating pain shooting through my body as something seemed to burst from my back and shoot upwards.

Then the pain was gone.

And was replaced.

By rage.

Anger towards the scientists. I slowly stood up, opening my now blue eye to see them backed up against the wall, looks of wonder and fear on their faces.

I advanced on them, one word clear in my mind. Revenge.

I went on a rampage, killing everyone, and burning down the whole lab in the process. I didn't feel any regret, all I felt was anger and rage.

It was as if I didn't possess positive emotions anymore.

But who needs those?

They're what make people weak.

*Flashback end*

---3rd person POV----

Nightmare looked down at the floor grinning. The sudden flashbacks giving him an idea.

The prison was for the moment, silent. Nightmare thought of how it used to be and growled. Focusing his power.

The prison stayed silent as the black liquid covering him started dripping away to reveal white bone.....

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Bwnwebidosisnightmareismychildnjs!
Well, wasn't that nice?
I just want to comfort my little baby!!!
He needs Cross' comfort!
Aggghhhh
-Jess-