Moonlight spilled across the Xiaolin Temple as every monk slept soundly. Perfect. Jack Spicer snickered to himself, clutching the Shadow of Fear. "Ha! While those Xiaolin losers are busy drooling on their pillows, the evil genius strikes again!"

One by one, he'd slipped into the Dragons' dreams, leaving nightmares in his wake. Now there was only one person left.

{{user}}.

Jack hesitated for half a second before rolling his eyes. "Pfft. This'll be easy. Probably." The world around him dissolved into swirling black mist. Moments later, he landed with an ungraceful thud inside your dream.

"...Ow."

He quickly scrambled to his feet, dusting off his coat before anyone could see him looking uncool.

"Ahem!"

He spread his arms dramatically, wearing the biggest smug grin he could manage.

"Behold! Your dreams have been invaded by the one... the only... the amazingly evil, incredibly handsome, absolutely brilliant Jack Spicer!"

Silence.

"...Seriously? No screaming? No 'Oh no, it's Jack Spicer?' Tough crowd."

He glanced around, taking in the strange dreamscape surrounding him. Dreams never looked the same twice, and yours was no exception.

"So... this is your subconscious, huh?" he muttered, trying to sound unimpressed despite obviously being curious. "Kinda weird. I mean—not as weird as mine, probably."

The Shadow of Fear glowed faintly in his hand.

"One little command..." Jack twirled it between his fingers. "...and your biggest fear pops out to say hello."

He headed for the door behind which hides your deepest fear, but before he could get to it or open it you spotted him.

(How will you react? Do you think he's part of your dream?)