We were very grateful to have Nightmare as the newest member of our "family". Doc has been like a father to me and our bond has been growing strong. Nightmare and I play alot when we finished our work. We played many things like normal brothers do. He's also a great wolf to talk to. He told me all about his past life, but that I can't write, type or tell anyone. So I respect his wishes, as my wolf and bro
ther, to realize this was the most painful of all tragedies I've heard. One day, we were taking a break from working. More like a day off. So, me and Nightmare sat on the fountain. Bored, unhappy, and tired. Then an idea strucked my brain.
"Why don't we go to Trash Hill?" I said standing.
"I don't know," said the wolf puzzled, "Maybe we should stay away from that place. I bet it's smelly and has alot of useless junk."
"Oh come on. When I first met you, you were as smelly as I don't know what. It was also a good thing you love baths."
"No need to be hurtful."
"So you comin?"
"Yeah. Who knows? We might find something interesting there."
"Good boy."
So we made our way to the Trash Hill and we both learned how it got it's name. It was like a junkyard except everything here were holiday related junk. The stench here was too much to bare. But we were looking for adventure and this will be our first, smelly one.Then Nightmare was sniffing something out.
"What is it?" I asked.
"There's someone here. In that direction," he said, pointing forward.
"Then let's go," I said, already running in that direction.
Nightmare lead me through every turn, every corner, every smell of the place until we've reached our destination. Then he stopped suddenly a few spaces away from the source of the scent. It kinda looked like a ragdoll but it was very different. It had a few stitches just not all over the body. It's hands were made of wood and looked as skinny as mine. It's legs were made of iron and it was like a robots. What was really strange were the eyes. The were indeed big and were light giant flashlights shoved into someone's head. I took a glance at his right shoulder and it had a lable on it,
10. He had a big zipper in his chest and I zipped it open. It was some sort machinery in him and I knew it was keeping him alive.
"Nightmare," I said, "See if you can find a car battery or some sort of generator."
"On it," he said as he ran and was out of sight.
I found two electrical wires and hooked them into the machinery of my patient. Nightmare came back with a car battery and dropped it next to me. Then I hoold both wires in my hand.
"CLEAR!!" I yelled as I plugged the wires into the battery and gave a little shock.
The doll shook and jittered as the electricity surged through his body. As the doll kept shaking and a gleem of light flashed from his eyes, the car battery exploded. Then I saw one of the wooden fingers moved and now the doll started to move. It sat up and looked around, but when it saw me and jumped back scared and tried to run. But everytime it tries to get up, it always fall down.
"Wait!" I yelled to it, "We're not going to hurt you."
It stopped and turned to me.
"You're not?"
"So you can talk."
"Yep. Who are you?"
"Demonia. You?"
"I'm...10..."
"Well aren't you a scaredy doll."
"Yes. I've been scared for as long as I can remember. I don't have a home or a family. Nobody ever cares for a weak thing like me."
"Well that's where you're wrong. If I didn't care, I wouldn't brought you back to life with a car battery."
"Good point. Thanks. But where can I possibly live?"
"With me. Anyone who dosen't have a home, is welcome to stay with me."
"Geez...thank you...I don't know what to say..."
"Well I know what to say. Welcome home."
Nightmare smiled at the 10 and 10 smiled back at Nightmare.
"Oh yes. This is my wolf, Nightmare."
"Pleased to meet you Nightmare."
"Like wise I'm sure," said Nightmare wagging his tail.
"Wow...he can talk....THAT AMAZING!!!!"
"Yes it is. Ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Home, silly."
I carried him on my back as we started home. And the best thing for 10 is that he now has a new home...and a new family.
