dreamsforthefandom

I wrote this story just for fun with a friend of mine. Although he would like to know your reaction to the story. This is more of a hard core PG-13, kind of like the recent Beowulf movie. Even though I really hated it compared to the poem.

A/N: This is mainly a crossover with my friends’ original story, “Poison Apple” which is about a rock band in a parallel fantasy world. So this is kind of Alternate Universe.

Each chapter will have the dream of each member. This one starts with Ryan “Jackyl” Yubari, the lead singer.

Poison Apple Visits the Night Dimension

A Collaborative Work by

The Magic Pickle Fairy

And

JackylKuhn

The time of twilight came in London. A time when the creatures of the light sleep, and the creatures of the dark rise. In the residence of the gothic industrial band: Poison Apple it just seemed to be the other way around.

Luca, a straight transvestite and Kevin, the boyfriend of the lead singer of the band, were the humans of the residence. They were fussing around with their technology. Kevin was shopping for music for his new MP3 player, while Luca was on the Nintendo Wii playing a game.

The water ran through the pipes, which could be heard by everyone. When it finally stopped, Ryan came into the living room with his robe on. The insane jackal demon jumped onto couch, “What’s up?”

“Trying to save the city from a nightmaren invasion,” Luca was concentrated on his game. He held his controller firmly as the purple jester on the screen destroyed any living thing on sight.

Ryan looked confused, “wait, if that’s one of those Wiis,” he slightly chuckled at the whole name; he still thought it was funny. “Then why don’t you have any of those remotes?”

“Nye,” Luca shrugged, “the controls kind of stink if I use a Wiimote.”

“Oh,” Ryan looked over at the television, and then he stood up “let me try!”

“Fine,” said Luca. He reset the Wii to let Ryan play. Ryan signed in his name onto a file and began to play.

**

“Man,” Ryan yawned, “that game was stupid,” he went over to his coffin to sleep. Even though he was a demon, he didn’t burn up in the sun, so he chose to have the sleep pattern of the humans. He also slept in a coffin by choice. He cuddled with his Kthulu stuffies that piled up in the casket. He fell asleep peacefully as his personality wasn’t.

Ryan woke up to find that his coffin was empty. He looked underneath the coffin, and even on it.

“You shall sleep on us no more.”

The fearful looking demon looked up where he saw each and every Kthulu stuffies on the rafters of the ceiling. “How the hell did you get up there?”

Each of the stuffies’ eyes turned into a deep red. They soon transformed into shadows that chased him into the oblivion. He ran until he saw a light, “ah,” he screamed, “it hurts,” he looked back at the suffies who were chasing him, “ah,” he screamed again, “they’re chasing me.” He decided since the light didn’t kill him that it would just have to do. Better than getting killed by his own toys.

What he found was a gate. It was open and welcoming, so he went through. He looked around to see what was there. It was a peaceful area, with a fountain in the middle, along with benches and torn apart doors, “Looks familiar.”

He went over to the doors where he looked behind, there seemed to be no place that it went to. No room, no anything.

That was when he was greeted, “why hello there Visitor!”

“Gah!” Ryan screamed as he looked back to see only an owl, “oh it’s only a cooky old bird wearing clothes and glasses. It’s not like he talks or anything.”

The owl spoke up again, “well actually….

“Gah!”

“I actually….

“Oh my Satan!”

“Can….”

“Ah!”

“Talk.”

“This is worse than my attacking Kthulu stuffies!”

That was when Ryan heard another voice “is that old bird really that scary?” A purple jester came to fly down where she introduced herself, “my name is NiGHTS, what’s yours?”

“Why do you need it?” Ryan asked as he crossed his arms, “unless, if you give me my stuffies back.”

NiGHTS rolled her eyes, she had always known that the older visitors were always reluctant, “They’re still in your coffin. That was only a nightmare made by the other nightmarens.”

“Other?” Ryan asked, “That would mean that you’re one of them too?”

NiGHTS had an offended look on her face, she began to scream out, “you don’t see a Persona now do you? Wizeman is such a controlling freak, I would rather not be a mere puppet of that nightmare ‘God’ that he thinks that he is!”

“Nye,” Ryan shrugged that was when he saw a door appear where the emptiness was, “hey, look at that door over there!”

Owl began to spoke up again, he thought that Ryan was probably was used to the fact hat he could talk, “Oh my…”

“Ahh!” Ryan screamed with full agony. The talking owl was still scary for him.

“What Owl means is that you still have one of your Ideya. What a surprise! You have summoned the door to Nightopia!”

Ryan looked over to NiGHTS, “weren’t you busy being mad at me, because I’m still busy not caring.”

“Let’s go in!” cried NiGHTS. She was about to open the door when a red and black jester, who looked similar to NiGHTS drill dashed right at her. He restrained her arms.

NiGHTS was really peeved this time, “Reala! How dare you try to capture me at the Dream Gate?”

“Better ways to catch you off guard my dear,” Reala held onto NiGHTS even tighter.

“Hey, Reala your name is?” Ryan called out, “I think you are one nice devil, how about we do it in my room sometime.”

NiGHTS stopped struggling to stare at Ryan for what he just said. Reala still had his arms on NiGHTS, “good, thanks to that visitor, I finally got you to stop stuggling.” He soon disappeared.

Ryan just looked around helplessly, he fell to his knees then cried waterfalls of tears that spurted out, he cried out “nobody loves me!”

Owl didn’t want to say anything since he was constantly interrupted by screams. He soon pointed to the door.

“So you think Reala will be at the door, huh?” asked Ryan, “meh.” He opened the door when another light came into his eyes. He quickly closed them because they slightly hurt.

**

The Nightopia didn’t look like much of a utopia. It was a dark area where every plant life was not only dead, but gray. There was a dark castle in the background. He was about to run for the castle when he saw the prison that NiGHTS was in. “Well, I guess you need some help, do ya?”

NiGHTS did a little flip, “how did you know?”

He just shrugged; he was only helping NiGHTS because Reala rejected him. “Well, you’re in a cage like thing unable to get out. I will go into the castle to find that Reala guy, he may have the key!” He immediately ran to the castle.

“W-wait,” NiGHTS called out, “that’s not where he keeps the keys!”

So the jackal demon ran over to enter the castle. He looked over at the rooms, where no one was to be found. Until he found a room where two nightmarens sat at a long dining room table, then there was someone to be found! “Yo, Reala, I have a bone to pick with you!”

Reala, along with an invisible looking orange nightmaren looked over at the grey boy with rough black hair with a grey eye and a blue eye. He was looking peeved, as he gasped for breath “you.”

“Yes, what about me?” Reala answered to the, “you.”

“He’s crazy if you ask me,” said the other nightmaren, “he actually asked you to….

“Shut up,” Reala yelled to the nightmaren, “you are not one to call another crazy. You can’t even tell how… attractive I am.” Reala snapped his fingers constantly at the nightmaren, “come on Jackle, fight this pathetic visitor. This will be easy for you.”

“Your name Jackle huh?” Ryan put his hands on his hips, “well I’m Jackyl too!” Jackyl was indeed his alias, most people that didn’t know him called him by that name. It was only his band members and family that called him Ryan.

“Oh yeah,” Jackle yelled, “How is it spelled?”

Ryan point at spaces in midair, “J-a-c-k-y-l, Jackyl,” Ryan spelled out, “how about you?”

“Not spelled like the dog, eh?” Jackle cried, “I am J-a-c-k-l-e.” He began to laugh as he turned completely invisible. He threw his cards all over the place, “Dance, visitor, dance!”

Ryan stepped out of the way of the cards, “good thing I can dance!” He cried, he looked for where the cards were coming from then punched the air.

“Ouch,” Jackle cried, “that hurts.”

“What else is it suppose to feel?” Ryan asked.

“Ring, Ring,” the alarm went off. Little air like creatures began to cling onto Ryan as they floated off.

“What the Hell?” Ryan asked.

“Ah, the Awakeners,” Reala said, “it must be time for you to wake up,” he laughed a little, “I guess we are successful Jackle.”

“Yay!” Jackle cried, “NiGHTS is back with us!”

“Wait!” Ryan yelled, “Nobody rejects me, no one!”

**

Ryan woke up with a sweat. The alarm clock sang a cliché tune on the radio. “darn it, it’s over it’s all over!”

That was when he heard his little sister yell from next door, “Oh no, NiGHTS!”