“How many damn times do I have to tell you?!” Nightmare shouted as he picked up a wooden chair with his tentacles then threw it next to you, snapping in half. Pausing in silence to calm himself down, his tentacle dashed towards you and gripped your neck, lifting you in the air and pulling you near him, his face inches away from you as his cold breath hit you.

“You have one last chance, if you fail. You’ll never see the light of day again. Do I make myself clear?” He growled in rage.