Disclaimer: I don’t own Little Nemo…which is a damn shame.

Slumberland…land of dreams and happiness.

A land of fluffy clouds and pink skies where anything can be achieved.

A land where there is always happily ever after and no wrong to be found or heard of.

PATHETIC.

REVOLTING.

DISGUSTING.

Such an abominable mishap should be annihilated.

If I had the power to confront Morpheus I would.

That damn Royal Scepter of his holds me back from even setting hide nor hair near his wretched Kingdom.

And even worse, the fat oaf now has an heir…AN HEIR!

AN HEIR TO THAT MEANINGLESS THRONE THAT RULES OVER NONSENSICAL NOTHNINGNESS!

If I could just get that Scepter away from Morpheus…than I would be unstoppable.

Alas, Slumberland is beyond even my reach.

The Nightmare Lineage is extensive and strong…we have existed since the beginning of time, right in league with Morpheus’ wretched bloodline.

My Father, the Nightmare King before me was probably the greatest Nightmare King since the original Nightmare King, Lord Avarice himself.

Avarice created the Nightmare Lineage, and his bloodline made way for the future Kings and Queens of Nightmare.

Alas, Father was destroyed when he dared to break the boundaries between Nightmare and Slumber fifty years ago. He was a brave fool, but a fool nonetheless. He fought like a demon should, going as far to storm the Slumberland Castle itself and succumb so many to darkness.

His attack was fierce yet tragically short at the same time, Morpheus sent him to Oblivion within a matter of moments as he chanted those foolish words of his.

And now fifty years later, I’m the last Nightmare King there is. All my brothers and sisters of the dark went on a rampage towards Slumberland after Father died, even Mother went with them despite my words.

I tried to tell them to remember how Father fell so easily, but they didn’t listen to me.

They ravaged Slumberland even graver then Father did, which is impressive to say the lease. Nevertheless, all my brothers and sisters of shadow and even my Mother fell by the beam of light provided by the Royal Scepter.

I am the last Nightmare King to be…no child of the Earth Realm could be my Heir. All are too childish and without spine whatsoever, none have the heart of blackness or dark enough of a soul to rule over that land of horrors. And they certainly don’t have the strength to kill Morpheus when his back is turned, weak minded fools.

Mortals have no sense of ambition, so many are so peaceful all the time. And yet the ones who destroy do nothing but destroy, there must be a time to build and construct an Empire as well; despite the harmony there is in mayhem and death.

Flawed creatures, and yet Morpheus seeks to have one as his heir. The old fool is as wise as a Jester, his arrogance will be his downfall. If I could just get back home, when he locked me behind this damn door my powers of black have all but been trapped; no way to use them whatsoever.

I long to get back home, where I belong. I can once again assume my devilish form and continue to be the last Nightmare King. I know that Morpheus gave his Little Nemo the key that unlocks every door in this damn land…especially mine.

Morpheus’ arrogance and ignorance of humankind will be his downfall. They are too curious for their own good, such will be the end of them eventually. Nemo’s childish temptations of the unknown are no different, such will be the key to my freedom.

My unleashing is near, and Morpheus shall rue the day he invaded my lands and enslaved me like a common animal.

You’ll pay with your life Morpheus, I swear it. And when we do meet, I shall show no mercy.

My release shall be your Epitaph, my release shall be the beginning of you drowning in the black seas of Nightmare.

And trust me Morpheus…I’ll let you drown as SLOWLY.

END.