After their first nightmare as a duo, they’re beyond exhausted.

  “Rise!” commands Nightfall. “You’re just at the halfway point of magnitude! Far more terrifying nightmares persist in the minds of others! To weep over the equivalent of a 5.0 on the Richter Scale is pathetic!”

  He’s face down as he’s far too tired to move. Morning Dew is the only one who can function like a living being.

  “I’m sorry, Rem…” he says. All he could do during their hardfought battle was watch. He couldn’t even assist them.

  “It’s not your fault. Nightfall’s just a bitter fairy that’s powered by evil,” Rem says. “Of course he’s badmouthing others. How else is he supposed to regain stamina for flight?”

  Nightfall pouts as his little scythe turns into a sqeaky hammer. He hovers over Rem bonking her on the head for entertainment. Meanwhile, Ellis heads downstairs for a cup of water. On his way down he checks the time, realizing that this one dream had them occupied for two hours.

  “Two hours and they probably won’t be home for another three hours even on a Friday,” he tells himself. A strained relationship with your very own parents can be quite difficult.

  “Even if they are, dad’s probably just wasting away in his room for the rest of the night anyway,” he thinks. “Such a waste of space.”

  He heads back upstairs with two plates and icecream that had been wasting away in the freezer. Somehow, he almost managed to let it expire wondering just how long these two had been rotting away in that freezer. Most of the time he has snacks of his own in a mini fridge up in his room.

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  “You know, I could just snap you in half!” Rem yells at Nightfall as she holds his arms and legs.

  “What the hell are the two of you doing?” asks Ellis. “I thought you had no energy or are you just too stupid to be tired?”

  “I’m about to do an Eren Kruger. Maybe some candy will pop out of this clown-shaped pinata.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  Meanwhile, Dew is still lying on the carpeted floor, dejected. An offering of ice cream seems to cheer him up a little as he begins to lick away at the icecream lying on his plate. Rem lets Nightfall live snatching her very own cooled snack and unboxing it with haste. She’s already helped herself to the canned fizzy drinks in his mini fridge.

  “There’s one more thing you need to be aware of,” states Nightfall as he almost swallows his piece of frozen delight. “Every Dream Catcher has their very own Dream Journal. None of the nightmares you encounter can be found elsewhere. All traces of them are erased before anyone could ever get the chance to look at them.”

  Ellis summons his very own Dream Journal. It’s a small booklet made with leather that can be summoned at will. He wills the opening of his journal onto the page detailing his very first battle. The fancy font and the drawn Dream Link exude a magical aura.

  “His first night of duty set this young man on a warpath against nightmares,” Rem reads out loud. “Woah. Warpath? Doesn’t sound like you, does it, haha.”

  Ellis rolls his eyes.

  ?His first night of duty set this young man on a warpath against nightmares. Forging his identity as a Dream Catcher in violence, he courageously punched the devilish fiend plaguing a young girl every night. Dragging her away from danger before slaying that evil with his trusty companion Nightfall, young Ellis solidified himself as Light, a swift fighter and slayer of nightmares.

  The masks of comedy and tragedy are his first mark on an ardous journey toward the grant of a wish?

  He summons the masks that are conjoined at the side, the Dream Link he gained from his first nightmare battle. They’re well-known symbols of tragedy and comedy in the world of theatre.

  Rem summons her own Dream Journal yet it’s empty upon being opened…