Being a Nightmare is not bad in many ways, but it is also unfortunate when you don't act like one. I am not your typical Nightmare like my Brotheren. My Nightscape tends to be more...appealing, beautiful, incomparable than the others. My Fear, (Fear is a tool that Nightmares use to invoke fear from the Dreamers to eat the negative emotions) wouldn't even be called a Fear. My Fear is a harp. A silver harp that plays a melodious tone that invokes the listeners emotions based on how they feel and changes tune to cause a different affect to flip that emotion on its head. Another function is that it creates Nightscapes of my own desire, a desire that bests suits the Dreamer of My Chosen, unlike the others who has a theme of their own and a matched Dreamer that suits their needs and desires. They each at least has one Dreamer that they haunt for the rest of their life. I? I hunt whatever I was attracted to. It is like a gravitational pull in my heart.
They given me a degrading Title: The Mare Clown.
After that, because of that Title, I end up getting bullied. Being pushed around, tossed into trash and mire, possessions stolen, many things happened...and I got fed up with it. So I decided to leave The Nightmare Realm and travel to the Dream Realm to City Bliss, where it is popular and guaranteed safety from Nightmares, but, it became more problematic.
The Dreams saw me as a Nightmare and fought against me, kicking and banning me out of the city. I was at a lost of what to do. I wandered for so long, that I was nearly about to give up, until I meet a Certain Someone travelling on the road, where I'm just sitting under a willow tree, willing to be free from this unlikable dream.
"Aaa, a lost soul indeed. What might be troubling you today on such a fine day such as this?"
....?
I look up to see a quirky dressed young man with a flute in his hand. He seem to be a Wanderer too.
"I...I am...just..."
"Come on, spit it out!"
"I-I just feel like I don't belong anywhere. No one on the two sides are willing to accept me into the fold... so...I'm just going to find some place to die."
He then laughed.
"Honestly, kids have no backbone, not even worthy to be called a boner, no wonder the entire world is crazy."
....?
"Welp, let's go. Don't want to be late for the party, right?"
"Huh?"
He then grab me by the arm.
"Hey! What are you--"
He pulled me to my feet and smack me on the side of the head.
"Ow!"
"Welcome to my world. Let's go home. Our Pop's awaiting. And my Twin brother will sing me a tone that will dry my ears with his nonsense of his."
"....what..."
"My name is Pied Piper. Yours?"
"Night. Night Vauren."
"Lovely name indeed. Suits you. Now then, let's go. I already see the crack of dawn."
Like that, my days of misery ends, and new days began.