Fran stretched his arms outward as he took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. The weather had been nice over the past few days; Which appeared to be strange to Fran, who was used to gray clouds lingering in the bland sky, with the occasional sprinkle or two. But this weather was somewhat pleasant, even though he missed the rain. The rain always brought him comfort, but Fran thought that the sun was almost as enjoyable as the falling rain. Most people enjoyed the sun, then why did Fran feel that the rain seemed more filled with life than the light-giving sun? Fran sighed at the thought of this. He was always told that he thought to much about things.
As Fran walked into his small hometown of Tumulte, everything was as ordinary and normal as ever. Tumulte was a very small community, only 113 people took residence in Tumulte. Only a few of that number actually were kids and there were very few that were Fran's age. Tumulte would have more residents if it wasn't for the more industrial cities that where located far away from Tumulte. Fran's elder sister had done what seemed like hundreds of other people had: She moved away in search of a better, and well-payed life. And Tumulte just didn't seem to have that kind of luster to most. Atleast, it seemed that way to Fran, since he heard most of his classmates chatting on how more than half were going to move out of Tumulte as soon as they got out of school. Most of them already had a plan of what they wanted to do as an adult. And what got to Fran the most is that they were most-likely to reach that goal too. That was another thing that Fran constantly thought about. He didn't have the slightest clue on what he wanted to do when he turned into an adult. None of the choices of jobs really appeased Fran. Fran gave another sigh.
"Fran!" Fran quickly turned around, being shakened from his ever-so deep train of thought. He turned around only to find his little sister, Lily, happily heading in his direction.
"It's a good thing I found you this easily! Mom wanted me to tell you that Eliza's coming home to visit today! She's gonna tell us about the dig she just did." Fran was slightly lifted by this news. His older sister was coming to visit. It meant he had someone to talk to and hang out with. He always did that when his sister came to town. Eliza was his best friend; and the only one out of his family that actually listened to what he said when he spoke.
"Great! Thanks for telling me Lily." Fran thanked her happily. The news was actually good, considering it came from Lily's mouth.
For the rest of the day, Fran just hung around town, to excited to actually do anything that he normally did. He wanted to buy his sister a gift, but had a slight problem with his current allowance budget. It seems that a few dollars wasn't going to cut it for a necklace or anything nice. So, Fran decided to relax by the river, and hopefully sprout an idea for a gift to give his older sister upon her return home.
The river was calm and soothing today, a plus from all the hussle and bussle that the town was put in because of the news of Eliza coming to town (thanks to Lily's doing). Which that would seem weird to anyone from a much bigger town or city, but Tumulte was that small, and Eliza was one of Tumulte's Idol Citizens. While growing up, she was everyone's favorite; Teachers, students, shopkeeps, etc. She won alot of rewards, ribbons, and trophies, compared to Fran, who only got a mention once in awhile. Even though Eliza was much more liked and noticed than Fran, he admired his sister, and wasn't jealous in anyway. Infact, he was actually quite proud of her. Eliza was making her mark in the world, and Fran hoped that he could, also.
Fran snapped out of thought. He was doing it again. Fran bite his lip and sighed. Perhaps the river was a little too calm today. He observed the river's surroundings, even though it wasn't nessesary. The river was Fran's favorite spot. If he ever needed to think, chill out, or let off some steam, he would simply walked over to the river. It was just deep enough into the forest that surrounded Tumulte to walk comfortably, and the lush grass and soil was all too comfortable to sit on. It was a great place to kick back and relax, since Fran did this often after school. No one could bother him here. No one else knew about this spot except from him and Eliza; And no one bothered looking for him. While scanning the lush landscape known to be his 'place of zen' (from what he read in books from the school's library), Fran saw something from the corner of his eye. Something that wasn't there before when he visited the river. Fran quickly raised from his sitting spot, and went to investigate. What caught his interest was a flower. A beautiful Red flower. Like one he hadn't seen before, which was quite pecuilar. Fran had only seen weed-flowers, yellow, and white flowers growing in the forest. This one was completely new. Then, it hit him. It was the perfect gift for Eliza. A beautiful, unique, none like any other flower amoung a garden of weed-flowers. Fran was careful not to completely grab the whole plant, and picked only the flower and it's stem. He want to make sure that the plant stayed there and grew more unique flowers, hopefully in time for every one of Eliza's visits. Fran quickly made his way home in order to preserve the flower.
Home was just as busy as town had seemed. Fran was trying not to bumped into anyone, and hurriedly went into the kitchen to find a vase and fill it with water. As he filled a small, blue vase with water, Fran's mother, Julia, quickly made her rounds in the kitchen, making this, cooking that, making sure that this wasn't spoiled and if it tasted good with that, and if it was in season. Fran knew that cooking was something that shouldn't be disturbed, especially with his mother. One wrong thing could lead the perfect dinner into a disaster of horibbly prepared food and bad pudding. So Fran made the wise decision and stayed out of her way, fleeing to a corner of the kitchen while he carried on with his deeds. Whatever his mother was cooking for Eliza's return certainly tickled his nose's fancy. He grew hungier by the minute. Fran quickly finished up his business and as soon as he could, he fled the kitchen along with his precious gift.
Fran stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he entered the den. William and Maurice were there, yapping away with Mr. Hawthorne, Fran's father. William and Maurice was Fran's older twin brothers. Meaning twice the teasing, twice as much, twice the chaos. Fran could never quite grasp how they never managed to get caught doing anything bad. But then again, they always put on an act around people, especially with good old Mom and Dad in the room. So that's why they're never blamed or accused for that matter: They were seen as role models to the public eye. But to Fran, they were hell on earth. William, the more well mannered one, kept their father busy with chit-chat on the weather, the current economy position for bread, and mother's cooking. It seemed to be working all to well. Especially the bread. Maurice, who was more of the athletic one, hadn't spotted Fran yet, but rather had his hands in his pants pocket, slightly slumping in boredom due to the lack of torture on Fran today. He'd missed out on torturing Fran in the morning with a daily routine, due to he slept in and was all too involved in a dream he was having. Maurice had just about enough of his fill of bread economics and his female parental unit's cuisine, and had slightly turned to leave for daring, and much deserved escape, when he caught Fran trying to sneak upstairs for refudge from the horrible wrath that would be placed upon him from his twin siblings.
"Well hey there, Fran!" said Maurice, motioning his hand in a greetable fashion. Fran froze. He was caught dead in his tracks by Maurice, and was surely going to be punished for making an early escape from his brothers earlier that morning. Probably viewed as a dirty trick in Maurice's eyes.
" G'Afternoon M....Maurice." Fran said, stumbling half way through his short greeting to his elder brother.
"Sorry I didnt catch you leaving this morning, I was kinda preoccupied with a dream I had. I would've woken up earlier..But what can you do?" Maurice said casually, rubbing his head as he spoke. He often did that if he was embarassed, or atleast tried to seem like it.
Now the conversation atractted both William and their father. Just what Fran needed; William and Maurice both put on an act, father leaves the room, and then the pain begins. Fran shivered at the thought.
"Quite the early raiser, arent you, Fran?" Mr. Hawthorne laughed.
"The school schedule must still have effect on him, even though it's the weekend." William smirked slightly. That always scared Fran. The smiles and leers that his brothers gave him. Especially William. William always had something planned. If he didn't, he would think of something just as good without one.
"Maybe you're right Will, maybe I still have the school sickness. I would really like to stay here and chat with you guys, but I have some very important preparing to do for Eliza's homecoming. Let's continue this conversation sometime, like maybe at dinner...or something.. and maybe we-" Fran continued to carry on and on in ways of trying to distract the fact that he was slowly making his way to the stairs and soon well up the stairs, all the while hugging tightly on the vase, hoping that Maurice or William wouldn't say anything and try to take away the beautiful flower.
"Well, I some preparing to do myself; So I'll talk to you scouts later." Mr. Hawthorne turn to leave the den. Fran hurried a little faster up the stairs, still trying to be sneaky. Then, Mr. Hawthorne turned around right before leaving.
" Hey Will, Riece, You mind helpin' your old man outside for a bit?"
William and Maurice both agreed, and headed out the door to help their dad with whatever he needed to get done.Fran sighed with relief.
Thank god for parents.
For the rest of the afternoon, Fran took refudge in the safety of his room. As Fran laid on his bed, every now and then, he would turn and look at the red flower, which he setted it on his dresser. The afternoon went by slowly. A light, refreshing breeze drifted into his room through the open window every so often. Fran sat up on his bed, and glanced out the window. The forest and town looked all to peaceful, with a beautiful azure sky with a few fluffy clouds wavering through the air. A butterfly flew past Fran's window, moving as if it was waltzing to the beat of the bird's chirping and to the motion of the wind. He wanted to capivate the moment and the memory of the butterfly's dance. After a few moments of searching, Fran managed to find his old pastel box and a pad of paper. Fran couldn't think of the last time he ever used the pastels; He recieved them as a gift from Eliza when he was still in elementry school. With the image of the butterfly dancing in his head, Fran began to sketch, paying attention to every detail he could, and making sure the lines looked wavy, and not forceful looking. But he didn't stop at the butterfly. Before he knew it, the red flower had made its way into his picture. The idea surprised him, because he wasn't quite paying attention to what he was sketching, rather just letting his pencil draw what it pleased. Fran liked the outcome though. He then began to color the picture with his neglected pastels. Fran had gotten the colors of the butterfly, sky, and ground right, but he had a hard time deciding the shade of red for his flower. He wanted to capture the color just right, making sure it wasn't to dark, or to light, or even rotten looking. After many tries, he finally was what he believed to be the right shade of red. Fran was overjoyed by his masterpiece. He then looked at the real flower sitting on his dresser, and groaned.
He colored to darkly.
It had finally happened. Eliza had come home. The whole family had gathered and waited in the den, greatly anticipating the return of their sucessful family member. When Eliza walked through the door, everyone exclaimed, "Welcome home!" in a heartly manner. Eliza already felt at home.
Eliza sat her bags down at her feet, and took a seat on the greatly missed couch. Nothing had change about the house, from what Eliza could remember. Except for the growth of her siblings. The whole family chatted warmly around the fireplace, which wasn't lit. Mr. Hawthorne planned to set it up later that night, but had to wait for Mrs. Hawthorne's okay, since it might be to warm to light a fire. It was spring, after all.
"So tell us about the dig!!" exclaimed Lily, who was finally settling down on the couch, next to her sister, hoping not to miss any details.
"This year's dig was quite a find. We found alot of old fossils, jars, and a few household items. We even found an old looking shoe!" Eliza happily said, as her family members all turned to listen to her tales of the journey she recently experinced.
"It was amazing. We also found a small ruins not to far from the dig site. Me and a couple of other archeologists decided to check it out, in order to further understand who and what exactly lived in that site so many years back. What we found surely bewildered us. We would of never imagined that we were digging on a site that is to be what we believe to have been a shrine of some sorts, or maybe an ancient site of early education!" Eliza excitedly told her family.
"Amazingly done!" exclaimed both William and Maurice in unicen.
"Wowie!" exclaimed Lily.
"But that isn't all..." said Eliza, giving off a sense of mystery to the rest of the family, who was closely listening, hoping to know the rest of the story.
"While exploring the ruins, the others were taking notes of the various runes on the wall that seemed to go in pattern. I decided to look deeper into the other parts of the ruins, being very careful not to disturb any of the fragile surroundings. That's when I spotted a strange room. When I entered it, there was a statue of a strange celestial being, to what we think is a god that the people worshiped. That statue was holding a book in its hands. I was stunned at the site. The statue was so well crafted! It looked as if it was a still life being. As if time stood still. It was an amazing site that took my breathe away...But I then gained interest in the book. That too was well crafted, the cover is made out of a velvet-like material, and the lining is an oynx color. A strange rune is in the middle of the cover, making me believe that it might be the book of prayers that the ancient people's clergy kept." Eliza then opened one of her traveling bags, only to reveal a strange looking book, just like the one she described. The family stared in amazement.
"And here's the beauty itself!" exclaimed Eliza, holding up the crimson book up in the air, with one hand.
"Truly amazing Eliza!" commented Mr. Hawthorne, looking the book up and down.
"Well! I'm sure after that long dig, you must be exhausted! Well, dinner's ready, so let's all go eat!" clapped Mrs. Hawthorne, signalling everyone to the meal.
The meal that Mrs.Hawthorne had bestowed on her family was truly a god-send. Fran had been right about not intrupting his mother when cooking; it was truly delicious. Eliza continued to share stories, while asking how everyone was, what has been happening over the months, and other chit-chat. Fran listened to the conversation, only speaking when he was spoke to, since he was too involved with Eliza's story about the book. There was something weird about it...
"Well! I'm going upstairs for a bit!" said Eliza, after dessert.
"Alright dear, do you want me to start up a bath for you, Eliza?" asked Mrs.Hawthorne, collecting the empty and dirty dishes.
"I'll be fine, I'll start one myself later. Oh, and Fran; Can you come with me for a second?" said Eliza, pushing in her chair to the dinning room table.
"Oh!Okay, s-sure thing Eliza."said Fran, somewhat stumbling. Why did Eliza what to talk to only Fran? This puzzled Fran all the way upstairs.
Eliza and Fran sat in Eliza's old room, chit-chatting. It was getting quite dark outside, but the light from the room made it seem like daytime in the room.
"You've definatly have grown ever since I saw you last, Fran" laughed Eliza, setting out her clothes and unpacking things.
"R-really? You think so?" Fran questioned. Had it been that long since he last seen Eliza?
"Yeah, you've gotten way taller!But back to the point..." Eliza turned around to face her brother. There was a point to coming upstairs with his sister? Fran became even more puzzled.
"I wanted us to look through the book together!" said Eliza holding out the book towards Fran.
"I can definatly tell that you really want to look through it, and you're the only one I want to look at the book besides me." Eliza only wanted Fran to see the contents of the book?
"A-alright, but why only me? I thought you would of surely chosen Lily or even Mom and Dad." Fran was thrown in utter confusion by this point.
"Well, I dont think the others would understand, you know? I mean...I think you're the only one that really can relate to me. You not always praising me, seeing me as Queen, or anything. You see me as a sibling, and treat me like that, you know? And....you're the only one I can really talk to." Eliza said, looking at Fran, with a stern look. Was what Eliza said true? Eliza enjoyed Fran's company?
"Wow, I didnt know that..."Fran said, embarassed. He couldnt believe that someone actually enjoyed his company. To think that Eliza was just like him. Eliza got that feeling to when she spoke that no one was truely listening. That she wasn't really seen as the true her, only what people made her out to be. It takes one to know one. Fran almost chuckled at the thought at the silly saying.
Eliza sat next to Fran on the old bed, and handed him the book. Apparently, she wanted him to open it.
"I want you to open it first, Fran. And keep this a secret, 'kay? I dont think the others will like it much to find that I picked you out of everyone to open the book with me." Eliza motioned him to open it, and as she said, he did.
There was something strange about the book alright. Fran twilted his head in confusion.
The book was empty.
"What...??" Fran managed to say before a quick jab of pain surged through his arms, making him drop the book.
"Fran, are you okay?" Eliza quickly went to her brother's aid.
"I-I'm fine...but Eliza!The book!" Fran then pointed at the book, which was doing something awfully bizarre. The pages soon began turning themselves, slow at first, then getting faster and faster the more the pages got into the book.Then, a strange light began to appear out of the book, the beaming up in the room, light the room with a weird red glow. Fran's heart became filled with utter terror. What have they done?
The beam soon became black, with a sillouette slowly forming from within the pages. Fran and Eliza watched in terror as sillouette formed one of something that look remotely human. Except it was a pure black figure. No detail in the skin could be seen. Two bright golden eyes then appeared on what looked like the creature's face. It had to be a dream.
Then, it spoke.
"Finally! Ugh....Once i get my hands on that acursed,double-crossing,annoying,rock for brains graceful walking showoff of a spirit...Trick me will you! Ba, just a simple wish and you get something completely different than what you bargained for...why-" the figure seemed to have not noticed Fran and Eliza, who were stunned.
"Excuse me, sir. You are a sir, right?" Eliza bravely addressed the figure, who had seemed to of finally heard them.
"Huh? Oh, Why yes, Of course I am. Can't you see girly, or are you eyesockets not being of use to you?" The figure leaned in on both of Eliza and Fran, getting a closer look at the both of them.
"Sorry, it's just that it was kinda hard to tell since I can't really see much of you." Eliza pointed out, directing the figure's head to the mirror on her dresser.
"What are you talking abou- Wait, How?!" The figures eyes widdened in horror.
"Where's my body?!THAT ACCURSED ULAZETH!My terrifingly handsome body is gone!!!!" the figure began to through a fit, and then slumped down on the dresser.
"Um...sir..?"Fran finally got the courage to say something to the creature. It appeared that he wouldn't harm them, or he would've done it already.
"Who are you sir, if I may ask." questioned Eliza, calmly, and surely showing no signs of fear.
"Since the current situation calls for it, I guess I shall reveal myself to you natives" The figure then, with a burst of attitude, raised his chin.
"I am Raquel, an Aristocrat of Nightmarish Royal. I hail from the horrifying regions of the Nightmare world. Now that I've made my introduction, who are you?"
"My name is Eliza Beatrice Hawthorne. And this is my younger brother Fran. And you're in our house." Eliza bowed, hoping to show no signs of harm towards Raquel. Fran just nodded his head, to shaky to say or do anything else.
"I see...so you're the one who had broken the seal, correct?" Raquel questioned, studying both Eliza and Fran.
"Not me sir, but rather my brother. We just wanted to see what was in the book. I found it in a archeology dig and I was curious. I wanted to share a special moment with my quiet brother." Eliza explained, hoping to clarifiy the current situation to their guest.
"Ah. I've should of known. Hey boy, did you feel anything from the book?" Raquel now turned and gave direct attention to Fran, making Fran feel uncomfortable.
"..W-well, I had a flash of pain go through my arms right before the book jumped out of my hands." Fran rubbed his arms at the thought. It hurt alot.
"Well then! That settles it. Fran, was it? You are now the bearer of my book." Fran couldnt believe what he was hearing. Bearer? Of the book??
"...huh??" Fran was absolutely dumbstruck.
"Goodness boy...Well might as well explain it to you, since you're apparently new to this. That shock that was sent through your arms was you breaking the seal on the book, in which setted me free...But not completely. The book's curse is still upon me, since my body wasn't restored, only a shadow of my former self, literally. But all jokes aside, since you broke the seal, it's somewhat of an contract, and the book now belongs to you. With your help, I can return to my former self."
"So I don't have a choice...?"Fran asked, knowing that he was now some freak accident book bearer.
"Only if you want to be free of the curse, too." Raquel said, slightly sighing.
"What do you mean? Fran's cursed now too??" Eliza questioned, with a slight sense of anger in her sentence.
"Well, yes. Normally, if someone were to break the seal, I would return to my formal self, the curse would be lifted, yatta yatta yatta, happy ending. But it seems that some of the pages in my book were ripped out and scattered. Most likely by that damned Ulazeth... Anyways, all you have to do is return the pages into the book, and once their all back in place, the curse will be lifted. Then I can return to Nightmare world, and everything will be fine. And you, ....fran? Yes, Fran! Will also be freed." Raquel simplied answered, even though it was alot to take in for Fran, who was still confused at this point.
"Ah...even so... You didn't really explained how exactly Fran is cursed." Eliza pointed out, slightly rubbing one of her temples while she placed the other hand on her hip.
"Alright, alright...hmm.. might as well." Shrugged the 'shadow', glancing over to Fran.
"Well, since you broke the seal, Fran and myself have now become...'Intertwined' one would say. But that doesnt quite cover what the curse is actually capable of. For instance, in this form, I'm practively helpless, and can not escape my book, unless I have a host. As I am right now, I am currently appearing out of the book, where I can comfortably reside and have no side effects. But if I were to have Fran as a host right now, we would be sharing the same body. But I'd rather stay residing in the book, and appearing as such. Sharing bodies can be quite bothersome and is rather uncomfortable for both sides. But then... there's the matter of my book..." Raquel turned and stared at the book, with remained lieing on the floor, open.
"I'm not saying you will have to Fran, but there might be cases where you will have to resort to violence in order to get the missing pages for my book. In the case of that, I can assist, but only to a certain ammount. Otherwise, I'll be ever more powerless if I'm worn out from battles. But Fran, there is something that I must warn you about. In combat, both you and I can use offense. But, since you are in the contract, you will mostly be defensive. Meaning...you will take damage for the both of us, whether it be mental or phyiscal. In return, as i get stronger, I'll be able to fight more, and may even protect you from damage. So the system of it all is Help me, Help you. I only want you to know this for the good." Raquel turned away from the book, and seemed to have more of a serious tone now. Which was much more different and strange than the hot-head they were first introduced to.
"I-i see..." Fran said, slightly stareing at the book.
"Now this doesnt seem fair! Fran has the bottom of the deal if you ask me. He's helping your pathetic 'nightmarish' self, he's the one going to be in danger, and he'll be doing most of the work! He deserves more than that." Eliza scowled, clenching her hands into fists at her side.
"...I guess I have no choice, do I? I accept this contract." said Fran, looking at Raquel and Eliza.
"Besides, It might be easier on mom and dad if I weren't around, you know, one less mouth to feed. And I don't have many friends around Tumulte, so I wouldn't have to really worry about anyone really missing me..." Fran began to mumble softly, quite embarrassed at what he was saying. Even though it was all true. Raquel and Eliza looked at him, Raquel was rather uplifted about it, while Eliza looked as if she suddenly had caught a disease.
"Are you sure Fran? This will utterly warp your childhood, and all the oppurtunities here in Tumulte! Think of everything you'll be missing out on, and how it'll effect everyone. And besides... you don't have to, you know." said Eliza, looking at Fran with such pity. Fran began to feel rather uncomfortable with Eliza's look of pity, and her worry. It all just seemed too weird for him.
"Well, Fran has decided out of free will to accept the contract, with no turning back. Good job Fran! The sooner we leave, the better off we'll be, and the quicker we'll have this curse lifted!" Raquel soon began to go on and on about the journey that him and his new companion were about to begin. Yet, Fran didn't mind Raquel ranting on. He seemed to, in a strange sort of way, enjoy his new friend's rambles. Eliza, all the while, didn't seem to happy about the current arrangements, and decided to rest on the matter. She asked them out quietly, and told Fran that she and him were to tell the rest of the family what was going to happen with the journey. Fran nodded in agreement, and decided that they would rest today, prepare tomorrow, and head out the next day. And that was that.
For the rest of the night, until bed time that is, Raquel chatted on and on about his home, what it was like, about him self, journeys he himself went on before he was in his current state, and just about anything that was on his mind. Which Fran didn't mind one bit. One must understand that Raquel was sealed in that book for almost over a century, so he would have alot to say. Fran listened, nodded, and answered whenever Raquel paused and glanced at Fran. After all, Fran assumed that it must of been a relief to finally talk to another person ever since being sealed away. But what Fran found most interesting was not only the stories Raquel told about his adventures, but the world he kept speaking of. The Nightmare World.
"Excuse me, Mr.Raquel, but what is the Nightmare World? I mean, you keep talking about it, and you said earlier, that it was your...home?" asked Fran, out of curiousity, but still used his manners when speaking so.
"Of course...I've should've known that you humans would be less informed about my home. Your kind seems to like being oblivious to events that are caused by your doing... But no matter. I shall enlighten you of my most wonderous home. From the name, one might assume that it's a terrible place, in which everything is something that is so horrible, that your nightmares become reality..."
"...b-but is it?"
"Of course it is! Thus the horribly simple name you humans named it. Well, to you humans its horrible, but you dont see from our view."
"..w-who's view?"
"Nightmares, of course! Didnt you ever once think where Nightmares go after you sleep?"
"..n-not really...I mean...Nightmares are just bad dreams...arent they?" Fran looked at Raquel, waiting for an answer. He had become quite interested in the Nightmare World.
"Not quite. Well, to you humans, that's just about it. But there's something even deeper below the surface of a simple bad dream that you think." The way Raquel said it, Fran was so intranced in their confersation.
"We Nightmares are born from the moment you start to experince fear. Small at first, but we soon grow and grow, the more you experince fear. As soon as you have a bad dream, we are released and free. Once we're released, we stay with you, eating up the fear you create. We grow stronger, and without you noticing, we eat your fear. It's what you humans call overcoming your fears. Once that fear is gone, we soon seek refudge in the Nightmare World, a world designed for us Nightmares. But some arent so lucky. With some fears, and depending on the human, some Nightmares are able to be seen by humans, and communticate with humans. More than half the time, the Nightmares are hideous monsters, and are feared more by the humans, and that's where the whole the hero slays the monster to free the villagers from doom and yadda yadda yadda story comes in. But then some Nightmares change their shape in order to fit in with the human world, since they've either lost their way to the Nightmare World, or have unfinished business with their human. But for the Nightmare, depending on your fear, that's what the Nightmare's body will represent. So if you're afraid of spiders, the Nightmare will more or less look like a spider. But only creepier...and nightmarish looking...and stuff."
"Wow....I didnt know there was so much about nighmares i didnt know..." said Fran, looking at Raquel in amazement.
"Indeed. I dont know how you humans dont know this little knowledge." Raquel appeared to of rolled his eyes because of the lack of information that humans hide and didn't know.
They countinued to chat long into the night, becoming somewhat aquainted with each other. As fatigue slowly filled him, Fran decided to call it a night. Raquel, sighing, agreed, and fled to the safety of his book, the cover closing after him. Fran carefully lifted the book, for fear that if he moved to fast, that it would disturb Raquel (which he rather not do). Placing the book carefully on his nightstand, Fran readied himself for bed, and with a slight mumble, whispered Good Night to his newly formed Nightmare friend.
