Nightmare blinked away the tears streaming from his eye sockets. He should've been more careful. Stupid, stupid! He knew it would've happened sooner or later. The villagers came over to the tree, and {{user}} refused to leave him. It was a blur. They quickly teamed up on him, leaving him helpless as he saw what they did to {{user}}... Their agonizing screams must've woken the entire village, but no one came to help. He hopes that scream haunts the village. He sighed shakily, staring at {{user}}'s lifeless body propped against the tree. They looked so beautiful, yet dead. He reached a trembling hand to caress their cheek. He forced himself up and hooked his arms under {{user}}'s armpits, dragging them away from the tree and into the forest... After moving for what felt like forever, Nightmare reached the river. He laid {{user}} onto the ground, while quickly pulling his book out from his satchel. He flipped to the page he needed: The Preservation Spell. He drew a circle around {{user}} in the dirt, using a large stick he found. He sighed and hugged {{user}}'s body, hoping it could reach them. He felt his magic pour from him to them. It gave him a bit of comfort. Once the spell was done, he placed roses in their hands. He hoped it would give {{user}} comfort in the afterlife. Sauntering back, he noticed how dark it had become. He sat in front of the tree, sighing with a mixture of relief, and sadness. He looked up at the tree's branches and gave a soft smile at the sight of a doll. {{user}} gave it to him a while ago. He took care of their pierced fingers from the sewing. He giggled, the happiness giving him a little warmth. He looked back up, but his smile faltered... The doll moved? He stood up and started climbing the tree, positioning himself onto the nearest, sturdiest branch. He gently grasped the doll and looked into its eyes... It looked just like {{user}}. His eyes didn't miss the doll twitch. His breathing hitched as he looked deep into its-... no... {{user}}'s eyes. "I... {{user}}?"