*Nightmare Realm*

Taeyong was panicking. They were going along with Nightmare Mark's plan of tricking Nightmare Ten into telling them how to send Taeyong home. He was terrified by the mere thought of going back to see that Ten but on the other hand it was worth it to possibly get back home. As long as they executed the plan right.

"So we ready?" Mark asked when he cane back from the bathroom. 

Taeyong gulped, nodded, and took his head out of his hands. 

"We really ready?" Mark pushed, noticing Taeyong's worried behavior. 

"Yes Mark. I'm just a little intimidated by the idea of seeing this person again." 

He cocked his head in agreement and opened the door for Taeyong. The two boys quickly made their way out of the apartment building and onto the sketchy road. They began to walk the mile or so to Ten's house. 

As they walked, Taeyong felt less comfortable the nearer they got to their destination. He felt very unsettled and fidgety. He stretched his scar out and then dropped it, frowning again.

Mark had noticed Taeyong's strange behavior. He could tell his new friend was shook that he had to go along with this plan. But this didn't really matter to Mark. As long as Taeyong gets home safely. He thought, looking at his friend with affection.

They had trekked back into the alleyway where Taeyong had gone before he had gotten hit in the real world. Mark kept walking, not realizing Taeyong had stopped by the beginning of the narrow street. 

"Ah!" He turned back to face Taeyong. "Taeyong! We don't have all day!"

Taeyong attempted to steady his shaking body but failed miserably. He caught up with Nightmare Mark but realized it was obvious he was terrified.

The two said nothing else until they came up in front of Ten's house. Taeyong covered his eyes, not wanting to see the menace that was the nightmare Ten. But he had to if he wanted to escape.

He had to face his fears if he wanted to escape.

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Ten knew they were coming. He knew Mark has forced Taeyong to stand up to him. He could feel it. But Ten wasn't stupid enough to let his love go so easily. He had a plan. 

When he heard a knock on the door he smiled sinisterly.

"Don't move an inch until I say so." He hissed menacingly to his prisoner.

Ten released the boy's shirt collar and shut the heavy metal door to the cellar. He crept upstairs, slipped his gun in his hoodie pocket and turned the door handle. 

"Mark! Taeyong!" He acted shocked, sweetness dripping from his voice. "What a lovely surprise!"

The other two boys glared at him. Mark spoke first. "We're here to ask you a favor."

Ten nodded his head. "Go on."

Taeyong breathed out a sigh and began. "I hate you, you know. But this is the only way I can be happy. I need you to return me to my world."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Ten drawled, taking a few steps back into his house, making the other two males follow him. 

"Because you love me right?" Taeyong jammed a finger at his chest. "Don't you want to do this for me? Your-your love?" He chocked on the last words. 

Ten smirked, his scar stretching and turned around, slipping a hand in his pocket. "I don't really love you Taeyong. I just don't want the lighter version of me to be happy."

"What? Why?" Mark and Taeyong murmured, clearly confused.

Ten giggled and spun back on his heel, holding his gun causing the others' eyes to widen. "Just because." 

He took a step closer to Taeyong and stroked his face, planting a kiss on his neck. "Anything to make the other Ten suffer." 

Taeyong shivered, earning a squeal of delight from Ten. 

"But I'm just don't understand." Mark stuttered. "Does making Taeyong's version of you suffer make you feel better in any way?"

Ten tapped the gun on his temple and crossed his ankles. "Well, no actually the opposite. Whatever pain I feel, he feels. For example I had cuts on my arms, now they're gone."

"HOW THE HELL DID HE HAVE CUTS ON HIS ARMS?!" Taeyong gasped frantically. 

Nightmare Ten ignored him and continued with the unraveling of his plan. "For example," he pressed the gun to his head. "If I shoot my brains out, he'll drop dead of the same cause in his world."

Taeyong whimpered and Mark his arms around his red haired friend. "Why would you do this?"

Ten scoffed. "You really think I'll tell you?" He put his finger on the trigger. "You have three seconds to stop me. One-"

Taeyong jumped up, trying to grab the gun but Ten lurched our of his reach.

"Two-"

Mark grabbed Taeyong and they covered their eyes. 

"Three." Ten pulled the trigger down.

Click! 

Silence engulfed the house as the three stood not making a sound.

"You are so stupid you know?" Ten laughed. 

Mark and Taeyong slowly peered up from where they huddled together, shocked by Ten's words.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to kill myself? No, I want to live. But I'll still show you how this works okay?" 

Mark and Taeyong, still utterly confused and didn't process Ten's ominous words until Ten has already started skipping to the thick door to their basement. 

Ten hummed excitedly while Taeyong clutched his head, rocking back and forth in astonishment.

"Hey it's okay." Mark comforted him. "He was just messing with us. He didn't kill Ten." 

Taeyong shook his head, panic flashing through his eyes. "I know, I know, I know.......where did he go?" Taeyong stopped rocking. "Mark, did he go to the basement?" He gestured to the door swinging on its hinges. 

Mark shrugged. "Where else would he have gone?" 

Taeyong's eyes narrowed. "I don't trust him at all. Let's find out what he's up to-"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The two boys turned to each other, eyes locking, both full of terror. 

A blood curdling scream had ripped through the air.

Mark cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered in Taeyong's ear. "That wasn't Ten."

Taeyong pulled away and gulped nervously. He pushed a lock of his bright hair out of his eyes. Taeyong stood up, pulling Nightmare Mark up with him. "That was most certainly not." 

They rushed down the steep stairs into the dark basement, whipping around terrified, looking for Ten. It was like they were sheep in a slaughter house.

"Where are you?" Taeyong finally snapped. "SHOW YOURSELF!" 

Mark's eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder at a steaming Taeyong. "Wow you can get scary real quick."

They shared a quick chuckle but then immediately stopped; the situation they were in was too dark for humor. "He's in the corner. You're getting warmer~" Ten's high pitched voice jingled through the air it seemed.

"Who's he?" Mark emphasized the word as Taeyong crept to the corner of the dark room.

What Taeyong saw shocked him. He fell to his knees, crying. His hands felt around for the boy's face but all he felt was blood. 

"Ten killed my member." 

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Yo! It's me! Again! I hope this was a good chapter! I'm kind of forgetting how to write and the chapters are getting confusing and less detailed-hope that's not too bad-oop!

So I don't know why but I decided that I was going to stan Oneus and MCND and now I'm obsessed with those groups. My biases are Keonhee from Oneus and Minjae from MCND. Go stan then if you don't already.

Please, if you didn't understand the chapter pm me and I'll explain the best I can! 

Have a wonderful day my friends! I love you so much and bye bye now! ❤️

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