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Trapped - A Very Non-Canon Fanfiction for @ask-reformednightmare

This is probably going to be one the most Not Canon things you ever receive but it's hopefully a fun read!!

He'd lost control. His body now belonged to a Dark Matter, to Dot. That awful cackle still rang loud in his ears, now beginning to form a pounding headache as he fell. Darkness engulfed him, pulsing like it had a heartbeat. Or... maybe it did? He kept struggling against the black bindings around his torso but they wouldn't give.

Through the gap Dot had opened to get inside him he could see part of the dripping wound. Dark veins extended out from it, most likely into his core. As he fell further and further whatever was leaking from the wound almost seemed to rise upwards as it leaked from the wound into the air around him.

Looking down he finally understand the odd feeling of a missing weight around his neck. His amulet. It's gone. He looks side to side, above and below him, now that he's looking around he notices the world is missing the darkened tint his glasses would give it if he had them. Wait. Below him, what was that? He looked back and finally noticed a small ball, quickly getting bigger as he hurtled towards it.

A deep blue, with a slight pink shimmer. He was going too fast to really see what it was clearly, but he felt a... connection to whatever it was. He couldn't describe it with words but that didn't matter. Nobody seemed to be around to hear them anyway.

When he hit the globe he fell straight through it. And... into a chair? No, this was more like a Throne. His head slammed into the back of it when he landed and he wished he could raise a hand to nurse the wound. Or to check for blood. But he was inside the orb now. He felt much better about being here than outside in that inky blackness.

Looking up at the ball from the inside he could finally see the details. The blue was speckled with stars of all sizes, a deep pink crawled up from the bottom and slowly melted into the blue. That was something he very easily recognised. His orb form. Although... the pink was different. More than likely Dot was to blame for that.

But if this orb looked like his own form then... this must be his core! It would explain why he felt so much more at ease inside. And it'd explain the darkness it was surrounded by, that would be Dot! Oh of course! He would've been proud if that didn't imply he was stuck in his own core while his body was used as a puppet.

He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what the Dark Matter was doing with his body. He didn't want to think about his friends getting hurt and he didn't want to see them scared of him again. He'd been working so hard to stop that and now he'd been possessed. He sunk down in his seat, now that he mentioned it they'd have every right to be scared again, if he was so weak as to fall so quickly who knows what trouble he'd get them into...

A crackle. A spark. Nightmare blinked a few times. Something was appearing in front of him. He tried to shuffle backwards in the throne. A spark. A flash. A screen? That was a screen. It seemed to be the same colour as the blue above him and slowly but surely a picture was forming on it. He squinted a little, trying to identify what it was showing him. It didn't take too long, especially not after hearing that awful voice...

"Oh this is AMAZING! I can feel his power!! His core isn't like anything else! Ehehehe!!" The voice sent shivers down his spine. He could hear both his voice and Dots speaking together. The grating high pitched voice of the Dark Matter's a stark contrast to his deep and slightly gravelly one. It made an unsettling harmony that just made him feel wrong.

"Dot... please..." He didn't know if the Dark Matter could hear his pleas through the screen but... he had to try. He couldn't let them get away with this. But... what could he do from in here? Tied up and sat in a Throne inside his core. He was in a pretty pitiful state, even he could see that. But he knew he had to do something. Find the right time to struggle. He could break out, he knew it. He didn't have a choice. He had to.

Dot yelped upon hearing that voice in their head. They knew this wasn't their body but it also wasn't his anymore! What was he doing!? "OI! Get outta my head!" The shrill yet gruff reply came. The combination of voices would take him some getting used to... "What? You can hear me?" He... really hadn't expected that to work. "Then... you need to stop this, Dot! You can't do this!!" He began to plead, now knowing that he wouldn't go unheard.

"Wh-What!?" They were shocked by his demands. First he invades THEIR head and now he's demanding he gets his body back? "You've gotta be crazy if you think I'm giving this up! Eyehehe!! Your core has so much potential... wonder how I can use it?" Nightmare knew they were just trying to get a rise out of him... he also knew they were certainly working as he shot upright in the Throne.

"You won't use it for anything! You can't do that!" Panic began to rise within him, he couldn't let Dot hurt anyone, he cared about these people and this planet now and he wouldn't let them be hurt by anyone. Certainly not by some tiny ball of liquorice. "They won't let you! I won't let you!"

"You won't let me? Ehe- EHE- EEEHEHEHE!!" The grating laughter came again through the screen and Nightmare wished he could raise his hands to block it out. However, the bindings were too tight for that. "You're going to HELP me destroy them. Your core will at the least. I'd say that'd be you helping me!" They couldn't seem to stop laughing. Their morbid sense of humour caught up in the idea of torturing Nightmare by using his powers on his friends.

Nightmare wasn't laughing. He was absolutely livid. Dot seemed to find the idea of hurting HIS friends funny. He was going to show them FUNNY. "Shut up! You're not going to use me to hurt ANYONE! I've changed! I've become someone I didn't think I could and I've improved! But look at you. YOU have to possess me just to get a tiny sliver of power. You're WEAK Dot! You're WEAK and I'm not gonna-" Tight. So Tight. Crushing. His chest. The bindings. So Tight.

The coils around his torso had snapped tighter around him and Nightmare hunched in the Throne, trying in vain to wriggle free or create more room for him to so much as BREATHE correctly but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere with that. "I am NOT WEAK!! YOU'RE WEAK!! If you were so strong why could I possess you!? Huh??"

He was ready to bite back with a bitter response before he really thought about what they'd said and slumped in the Throne. If he WAS strong... this wouldn't be happening. His core had power but... maybe he was wrong. "N-No! Stop! I'm strong! I know I am! You're nothing!!" He didn't know that for sure anymore. He'd been beaten by Kirby. He'd been possessed by a Dark Matter. How strong really was he...?

"N-No... no you're wrong! You're wrong!" He pleaded, mostly to himself if he was honest. He... he had to be strong! If he wasn't strong then... then he couldn't break out. And he couldn't stop Dot. And he couldn't save his friends. And he couldn't stop people around him getting hurt aGAIN-

A slight chill appearing on his tail was the first time he noticed he'd started crying. After he noticed he just couldn't stop. He was weak. Dot was right. He slumped backwards into the Throne. If he was strong then... then this wouldn't have ever happened at all. He couldnt do anything.

The bindings slowly began to get tighter and tighter. Slowly forcing Nightmare to choke. He couldn't even BREATHE and he needed to break a possession. What a joke... the tears came thick and fast now, hitching his few breaths in his throat and almost stopping the air entirely. For the first time in his long, long life.

He felt truly powerless.

And that scared him.

It scared him so, so, much.

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It’s @ask-reformednightmare fan-art hour guys/gals/non-binary pals!!!

In much a different theme to the other one, because I love me some angst and possession. Oh and thirty million overlays. I love me some overlays too. 

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Engulfed - An Ask-ReformedNightmare Fanfiction

@ask-reformednightmare is honestly one of my favourite ask blogs. Just ever. So I wrote em somethin about the current event!! Ideas and Dot belong to them, I just overdramatised it. Go check em out!!

When the tiny Dark Matter had crashed into Dreamland... Nightmare wasn't entirely worried. He didn't think something so small could ever truly pose a threat to him. Or to Kirby, his respect for the small pink one was much higher than it was for anyone else. He'd given him a second chance when he wasn't entirely sure he deserved one.

But he wasn't going to throw that chance away.

Or... he wasn't planning to.

The Dark Matter had shot out from the ground, smacking Bandanna and harassing the King. Nightmare... didn't feel the need to get involved. If Kirby wasn't attacking then neither was he. He didn't want to take any chances, he couldn't risk betraying Kirby's trust. So he stayed back.

He waited while the King was chased by his own hammer, Dot, he'd found out their name was, had possessed it and had tried to strike Dedede with it. He'd been shockingly quick on his feet for someone with a body type like his. Perhaps it was more muscle than fat? No. That was more than unlikely.

He'd stayed back even when Dark Matter Swordsman's blade was stolen from him. He hadn't seemed to distressed by it having been possessed by the small Dark Matter and so he hadn't been worried. Dot had quite definitely refused to return it, but the Swordsman didn't press any further. Nightmare thought it mightve been more of a concern but still, Kirby seemed unfazed... but he'd had enough. He knew what a Dark Matter could do, and this one certainly seemed to have more power than its tiny body had first let on.

He charged his magic in the palm of his hand, his wispy tail flaring with purples and pinks to match the growing power. Nightmare bared his fangs in a sudden moment of pure rage. "I'm not going to run from you!" His voice harsh. "I shouldn't have to! I need to stop you!" The charged magic was shot forwards with a thrust of his hand, the blast a harsh blue as his power exploded out.

A swift motion from the sword and the blast crashed into the ground, missing Dot entirely. In a blind fury Nightmare let out an irritated growl, only getting a high pitched giggle from the Dark Matter.

"Too slow! You really do have some firepower, don't you? Imagine if that'd hit one of your little friends!!" Another abrasive cackle escaped Dot, finding hilarity where there should be none.

"Don't even say that!" Nightmare bit back, clenching his hands into fists, preparing to charge up another blast before the Dark Matter came up much quicker than he could react to, in a single swing they slashed through his coat, cutting it open, and ran a gash through Nightmare's chest, which started to leak a thick black goop.

He gently pressed a few clawed fingers into it and then pulled them away, strings of whatever it was coming away on his fingers, dripping. "Wh... What is...?" He was too baffled to finish his question before Dot could interrupt. "Oh! Oh wow! You're still alive!? Haha!! Gee, I wasn't expecting you to be so strong! I guess I can't kill you then~" Nightmares eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But then... what? No- wait- you broke my coat!" His anger flared up once again, this was part of his reformation and he refused to see it defiled this way. Not by some... childish Dark Matter without a care for anyone else.

"Hm? Oh! Whatever!" Dot chirped, not even an inch of remorse. "It'll just make everything easier anyway!" They kicked up laughing again, slipping away from the sword they were possessing and back into their own form. Nightmare slowly lowered his arms in confusion and his tail began to smooth out again, not understanding where any of this was going. "I don't get what you're talking about. What is this going to make easier?"

The Dark Matter sighed. "Why would I tell you!? It's a surprise! No spoilers!" In a sudden burst of speed they shot out, spiralling around Nightmare, pinning his wrists to his sides. "H-Hey! What- What are you..?" He began to panic as Dot twirled around and around him. Further encasing his body in the black strings of their Dark Matter form. "Well, the little pink thing isn't any good... so..." They paused at his elbows. "Let's just say I like your style! Hehe!!" Their awful squeaky giggle kicked up once more as they began to wrap even higher around Nightmare.

"N-No! No! Stop it! You can't do this to me!" His anger rising to almost a fever pitch as his panic shot up, he finally understood. He knew what was going to happen. He scrunched his eyes shut behind his glasses, charging up for a teleportation... but to no avail. Dot... Dot had hit his core with their attack. Nightmare began to breathe faster, and if he had a pulse it would've skyrocketed.

He couldn't escape.

"It's- Its not working! Why isn't it working!?" He knew exactly what was wrong but his fear was finally getting the better of him, he tried to pull on his living bindings but they only tightened and became thicker each time he wriggled, quickly growing to cover his entire torso. Dot eventually stopped, finally at eye level with Nightmare.

They let out a quiet hum, and Nightmare just felt... so powerless. He knew he didn't need to be ridiculously powerful anymore but that didn't mean he wanted to feel this weak. He grit his teeth as he glared at Dot.

With a sudden YANK his chest was pulled forward, jangling his amulet. "Are you ready, old man!?" The Dark Matter taunted, keeping the bindings tight but manoeuvring the strands covering the dripping wound they'd cut into their captive.

"NO! NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T! STOP!!" Nightmare bellowed, his panic reaching its height as Dot dove in-between the parted coils. Into his core. His breath hitched in his throat. He could feel them wriggling and expanding. Trying to dominate his very being. And he knew he couldn't win this internal battle. The possession strength of this Dark Matter was... terrifying. He took a sharp, yet trembling, breath in to force out words.

"I'm- I'm sorry... Kirby..." Another sharp breath. He tensed. He'd faltered. In a sudden moment and with his ears ringing with that terrible laughter... Dot engulfed his core.

The bindings around him began to melt, dripping and slowly being drawn into the wound. Nightmare's head slumped down, his body was slipping further and further from his control with every drop of the sticky strings that got inside him. His body was changed.. corrupted into a void-like black as Dot crawled further and further into Nightmare's core.

Suddenly, a sigh escaped him. His amulet's gem flooded with black. An eye. Dot's eye. It blinked. Once. Twice.

A slow breath was drawn in, and claws extended outwards, triumphant.

"Now this is more like it!"