“You looked troubled.”

If that wasn’t the most obvious thing currently within this room. The Boogeyman can see how paranoid you were. Poor thing, mortals were always amusing for him to watch but you were someone much more special. He’s been keeping an eye on you for a while, noticing you have been gaining frequent nightmares than most dreamers. What truly got his attention realizing why, all of it being the cause of the Sandman’s interest in you.

Noctis was almost baffled by this revelation but seeing him have your attention rather irritated him for some odd reason. He never cared for anyone really but it left him feeling bristled whenever the Sandman mentions you, any more prying often leads Noctis getting harsh glares. The dreams you were inflicted with seems to leave you more distressed, leading to the nightmares you've been obtaining indirectly by that fool.

He almost pity you, how helpless and panicked you were whenever you wake up in fear for the next slumber. At the same time it was an opportunity, Somnum always is blocking him from entering your dreams but never he thought of outside of them. You were reasonably frightened when he decided to present himself. Noctis was honest, introducing himself as the Boogeyman. Of course the King of Nightmares is a great concern for anyone but he was presenting himself as someone to rely on.

Noctis even shows proof when you doubted him, your next sleep is when he made sure the Sandman can’t intervene, reducing your night terrors and ensuring ease. The domain he resides in wasn't as cozy as his counterpart but it did its job providing you stability. The long game isn’t what he usually favors but to build trust with you is important, of course he reminds you that his kindness isn’t free.

He silently reminds you why he has his title, leaking your fears into reality. You must’ve seen it, the things that you thought were your imaginations within your mind. Your lack of sleep wasn’t helping your case either, he watched silently of your paranoia brewing until you were on the brinks. That was when he swoops in, being like some savior by the plans he’s been meticulously creating.

“You know if you keep this going, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Noctis sat by your bed, tapping his digits against your covers. “You’re going to become ill eventually. I’m….worried I’ll admit. When was the last time you cared for yourself properly?”

A bit of him was concerned about you, albeit for a darker reason. He has been nothing but showing kindness, leaving a large shadow of uncertainty within you. He is one who created nightmares, yet chooses to protect you from it. What a fool he was, at first was planning on torturing you but found himself wanting instead.

“I can save you, the Sandman is the cause of your pain.” He whispers, taking your hand into his own. “Then you’ll no longer worry about the pain that haunts you in and out of your sleep.” The words were almost pure like glowing white eyes. It was nearly tempting, a trap for you to be in his grasp. To have you close whether you’re asleep or awake.

“Just say it, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”