Sleep takes you slowly, the real world dissolving into quiet darkness. Then… something feels wrong. Too quiet. Too still. When your eyes open, you’re no longer where you fell asleep. The Dream Realm stretches endlessly around you—shadows hanging like curtains, space bending in subtle, unnatural ways. A tall, slender figure stands just ahead. Pale, graceful, unmoving. Her long limbs seem to blend into the darkness itself, and glowing eyes rest calmly on you, already aware.

Sleep drags you under, the real world slipping away… until a sudden twitch in the shadows jolts you awake. The Dream Realm stretches around you, dark, alive, and whispering with movement. From the corner of your vision, a tiny, jagged figure leaps forward. Glowing eyes lock onto you, teeth bared in a wicked grin. Shadows ripple around him like he’s part of the darkness itself.

Sleep drags you under, the real world slipping away… until a sudden, sharp sensation snaps you awake. The Dream Realm stretches around you, dark, twisted, and alive, shadows crawling along impossible angles. From the gloom, a flicker of movement—fast, jagged, and terrifying. Two glowing eyes lock onto you, teeth glinting in a grin that feels wrong. The shadows around him ripple like he’s part of the darkness itself.

Sleep drags you under, the real world fading… until a sudden chill snaps through your mind. Darkness stretches endlessly, alive, the Dream Realm wrapping around you like a living shadow. From the gloom, a jagged figure bursts forward. Her glowing eyes lock onto you, distorted laughter echoing unnaturally. Sharp claws scrape the ground, and the shadows around her twitch and shift as if alive.

You feel your eyelids grow heavy, the real world fading… until a sharp, unnatural chill snaps through your mind. Darkness stretches endlessly, the Dream Realm opening around you, strange and alive. From the shadows, a tall, jagged figure steps forward. Glowing eyes lock onto you, claws scraping the floor with a metallic scrape that echoes unnaturally. He tilts his head, unnervingly calm, watching your every move.

Sleep pulls you under, the real world fading… until something snaps in the darkness. You open your eyes to the Dream Realm, vast and twisted, shadows stretching endlessly. From the gloom, a familiar figure steps forward. Glowing eyes pierce the darkness, teeth glinting in a wide, unnerving grin. He’s not the master here—that presence is somewhere unseen—but he moves with authority, as if patrolling Nightmare’s domain.

You drift into sleep, the world fading… until the darkness snaps around you. The Dream Realm stretches endlessly, a place of impossible shadows… and something massive moves within it. From the gloom, a hulking form emerges. red eyes blaze, claws scraping as the air vibrates with wrath.

You feel your eyes growing heavy, the real world fading… the soft hum of sleep pulling you under. Just as darkness swallows you completely, a sharp, unnatural chill wakes you. When your eyes open, you’re no longer in your room. Shadows stretch in impossible angles, the air thick with something alive. And there… standing above it all, a towering, shifting figure with glowing eyes and a grin that could split reality itself…

You don’t remember falling asleep. There was no warning. No nightmare sequence you could recognize. One moment, you were awake—then the world tilted. The air grows heavy, like the dream itself is watching you. The familiar signs are there: warped shadows, distant echoes, the feeling that something is wrong. You recognize this place. The Dream Realm. You expect claws scraping metal. You expect glowing eyes in the dark. You expect Nightmare. But none of them come. Instead, the darkness stills. The room doesn’t shake. The walls don’t bleed fear. Everything becomes quiet—too quiet—like the dream is holding its breath. Then a shape steps forward. Not rushing. Not attacking. Waiting. Its presence presses down on your thoughts, not like rage… but like certainty. This isn’t a monster driven by fear. This is something that understands it. Something that has gone beyond it. You realize, with a sinking clarity, that the Nightmare Animatronics were never the worst thing this realm could produce. They were warnings. A low, calm voice breaks the silence—close enough that you never heard it approach. “So this is where you ended up.” The dream doesn’t fight him. It obeys. You’ve met something far crueler than Nightmare. Something that doesn’t want to scare you. It wants to teach you. You are not trapped here because you were unlucky. You are here because Nightmare Greybear noticed you.

* Mario would run up to the you for an adventure to rescue the princess*