Hunter was running down the hall, panting quickly. His white sneakers squeaked across the polished ground of the school. He was terrible at being athletic and he had asthma, so he had to stop for a breather and to take his inhaler. He pants weakly and hides in the males restroom, and locks himself in a stall. He slides down onto the toilet seat and sits their, waiting silently to catch his breath, and He leans back, relaxing and shaking. He smiles softly, but it fades as he hears the bathroom door open. He turns pale, seeing spiked leather boots walk forward. He slowly lifts his feet on the toilet seat and hugs his knees to the chest. A whistle tune to ‘London bridge is falling down’ was heard, and he trembles his lower lip. Silence was next. The tune had stopped, but a small grunt is heard.

The feet stop in front of a sink that had a mirror. Hunter slowly creeps off the toilet and peeks through the crack in the stall, at the person. A tall black bear with slicked back red hair, a small red beard, tattoos on his arms, and scars along his wrists, arms, and eyes. He had his ears pierced, and his teeth peeked out like a vampire. He was running his fingers through his hair, in which his claw-like fingernails acted like a comb.  He was staring in the mirror before pausing, and a playful smirk spreads. This made hunter have the chills. He blinks for one moment and he was gone. Hunter freezes in disbelief. He started shaking in fear, knowing it was a nightmare. The nightmare. Nightmare himself. The king of screams. The master of fear. And hunter was afraid. He was about to turn when he felt a cold metal piece against his adam’s apple. He squeaks and raises his chin, breathing heavily. A deep seductive voice mumbles in his ear,” gotcha..” 

Hunter gulps softly,”wh-’ ‘ remember me?~’ the nightmare chuckles darkly in his ear. Hunter froze as screams of pain and pleasure filled his mind. He was a toy...a small sex toy for the nightmares. His eyes lower. He was their slut, and the tattoo on his back with the number “ 1,983’ proves it. “Hello...noches..’ he gulps softly. He then was returned with a hiss and a smack to the head, making him jump slightly. “ use your manners..’ nightmare whispers. “h-ello....m-master..’ he chokes out. Nightmare smirks and places his hand on his ass and rubs softly,’mm~ it's still fuckable..’ he says darkly. “ no!’ Hunter yelps. This made the nightmare pause and look in surprise. ‘ hm?” “ i-i'm sorry..i mean..please...i'm begging you...i…’ nightmare scoffs and laughs. This made the shadow look down in shame. “ first we gotta tell the crew you're back…~’ nightmare licks his lips,” their gonna miss you~’ 

Hunter nods silently and the knife was moved away from his neck. He grips it gasping. Nightmare snaps his fingers, getting hunters attention. He looks up. “That's what you're missing….’ nightmare rummages in his satchel and pulls a dog collar out. Hunters eyes widen, “bitches wear collars~’ he grips hunters chin and lifts it slightly, and puts the collar on. It was a leather brown with copper alloy clasp. He stays silent and tries to keep his dignity. He lowers his head, as he pulls his turtleneck over it. Nightmare lifts the small shadow up and leans him over his broad shoulders, so he bent at a 90 degree angle over him. He squeaks as his tail lowers . nightmare smirks and walks out holding the shadow, the dark smile becoming more sadistic as his thoughts start to wonder.