The wind ran cold, with the sky turning dark as it set and became red sky with a bright moonlight shining down Nightmare, his bones twisted and turned as his yelling of agony and pain roared across the grassy field, with the rest of the people watching in pure horror.

Nightmare never listened, and he finally lost it and ate the apple, the sight was gruesome as four tentacles shot out of his back before he laughed manically. His smile, turning into a wicked cruel grin.