Nightmare Revenge

"Whoosh!" Dean and NS appeared in a hospital hallway, right in front of a truly horrifying operating room in the nightmare realm. It felt like being inside a pulsating intestine, and the door ahead resembled a giant mouth, its jagged teeth clamped shut, with a red light above it that read "Operation in Progress."

"Whoa... he's in there?" Dean asked.

"Looks like he's operating on a patient," NS replied.

"Let's go in, NS," Dean said, stepping forward and spinning his scythe.

"Indeed," NS agreed.

They both pushed open the tightly-packed teeth and went inside. There, several ghostly pale figures dressed as nurses were clustered around a long-limbed, octopus-like zombie with four branched arms. He was intensely busy operating on and rummaging through a bloody pile of flesh sprawled on the operating table. The sight made Dean feel a bit sick.

"Ugh... this is disgusting," Dean muttered.

"Aren't you used to it?" NS asked.

"It's still revolting and hard to look at," Dean shot back.

"Let's wait until he's done. Otherwise, it would be a shame for the patient," NS advised.

"That pile of flesh is the patient?" Dean asked, pointing.

"Not the patient, but his illness," NS clarified.

"Oh... okay, hope he finishes quickly," Dean said.

Patiently, Dean and NS sat on chairs, watching the four-armed, long-limbed zombie busily dissecting the bloody pile of flesh on the operating bed with a scalpel. In addition to the long-limbed zombie, there were also two grotesquely disfigured female zombies dressed as nurses. One even had an eyeball hanging out of its socket, which she held in her hand to better see the operation.

"Ugh... waiting like this is really annoying," Dean groaned.

"Patience, don't rush. Oh, and by the way, after this, I won't be accompanying you anymore. I'm your boss, your training is complete," NS said, smiling calmly.

"Huh... but you'll still talk to me in my head, right?" Dean asked, pointing to his head.

"Of course, I need to keep monitoring you," NS answered.

"Okay, I get it," Dean said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" NS asked.

"To check out the target's life first, to save time," Dean answered.

"Hmmm... alright," NS replied, remaining seated.

Dean approached the long-limbed zombie from behind and touched its back. A large hologram screen appeared, displaying the life of a man named Raymond. He came from a wealthy family, and the hospital where he worked was his family's inheritance. From childhood, he was spoiled by his parents as their "golden child." He always got whatever he wanted and consequently acted as he pleased in society. He believed everyone was beneath him and existed to serve him.

He had never experienced hardship or faced consequences for his actions because his father always helped him escape punishment. He had even killed five people, including Jenna, and almost all of them were women, as he viewed women as his slaves. He once "accidentally" killed a patient who threatened to report him to the police after he raped her. However, his actions were discovered by his father, who bribed the patient's family and threatened them using hired thugs.

"Wow... wow... so this is what he's like, and his father isn't innocent either, even if this guy is the mastermind behind everything. Well... he's just like Alex," Dean remarked.

After finishing the viewing, Dean returned to his seat and continued to observe the operation. Two hours later, the surgery was complete. The long-limbed zombie stepped back, looking satisfied with the results despite its grotesque face. Dean approached him.

"Oi," Dean called out.

"Graah?" The zombie turned to look at Dean, and its hideous face immediately contorted in fear.

"Crash!" It immediately leaped backward, and its four hands grabbed surgical instruments from a tray. It started throwing the instruments at Dean, who calmly spun his scythe to deflect them all. Seeing its efforts fail, "Graaaaaah!" the zombie charged forward. Its long, knife-wielding arms moved swiftly towards Dean to stab and slash him. Dean nimbly dodged all of the zombie's attacks and swung his scythe, severing the zombie's arms.

"Graaaaaaaaah!"

The zombie screamed in pain, but its body grew larger and its clothes ripped off. Then it charged forward at Dean. "Shriiiing!" Dean spun his scythe from bottom to top, cleaving the large zombie's body in two. "Creak!" The zombie's body slid apart to the left and right, revealing Raymond's soul, which had a handsome face and looked utterly terrified.

"Hello," Dean greeted with a wide smile.

"Wh-who are you? I-is this a dream?" Raymond asked, terrified, looking around him.

"Yep, welcome to the nightmare world. Here's my business card," Dean said, handing his card to Raymond.

Raymond took Dean's business card with trembling hands. He read the card: "Nightmare Agent Dean Wilson." Then he looked at Dean, who was smiling in front of him.

"Wh-what does this mean?" Raymond asked.

"It means you're currently in a nightmare realm, and I'm your agent here, understand?" Dean asked.

"A-agent? Agent for what?" Raymond asked.

"So, here's the deal: I work for someone to bring you here so you can pay for what you've done to them. In other words, I intend to make you feel what you've done to the people you killed, understand?" Dean asked.

"Wh-what?" Raymond replied, startled.

Before he could do anything, "Snap!" Dean snapped his fingers. Everything instantly went dark, and "Blaze!" it became bright again. Raymond opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself in a room full of torture devices on tables and hanging on the walls. "Clang!" He tried to stand but couldn't because he was tied to a chair.

"Wh-what is this?" Raymond asked.

"Your punishment," Dean said calmly, sitting on a chair and observing Raymond.

"Wh-where is this?" Raymond asked.

"Still in the nightmare world, in a special room just for me so I can torture you," Dean replied casually.

"A-what? Torture me?" Raymond asked.

"That's right. You always got away with it in the real world, didn't you? That's why you won't get away with it in the nightmare world, because your father isn't here to bail you out," Dean said.

Raymond looked terrified. He turned to look at Dean, who was sitting casually, resting his large scythe on his shoulder right next to him. Although Raymond's face was pale, he tried to hide it by smiling cynically and looking at Dean.

"Hah... this is a dream, right? Why should I be scared?" Raymond scoffed.

"Exactly, it's a dream, and there's no reason for you to be afraid. But unfortunately, this isn't an ordinary dream; it's a nightmare, and the purpose of a nightmare is to instill fear. So, let's begin," Dean said, raising his finger. "Illusion," he uttered.

Purple smoke emerged from Dean's fingertip and immediately enveloped Raymond's body beside him. After the smoke cleared, Raymond's face looked utterly terrified, his mouth agape, eyes wide, and body trembling violently. In Raymond's vision, he saw five of his victims: four women, including Jenna, and a middle-aged man, the father of one of his victims.

"Wh-what is this?" Raymond stammered.

"Your victims. Now feel what you once did to them," Dean said.

Suddenly, Raymond felt naked. Jenna stepped forward and looked at a table. She picked up scissors and, without a word, "Snip!" she cut off Raymond's genitals. "Uaaaaaaaah... it hurts... it hurts... pl-please!" Raymond screamed in agony. But even though it was severed, Raymond's genitals healed back. The next victim stepped forward and crushed them with a large hammer, making Raymond scream in pain again. After all his victims had tormented his body, they took Raymond to the scenes of their deaths.

Jenna took Raymond to the building's skeleton and allowed the zombie gangsters to continuously rape him and throw him from the top, leaving him naked and shattered below. Then, the next victim brought him to the place where they died and showed him what Raymond had done to them. After reaching the third victim,

"Stop... p-please... m-mercy... I-I admit I'm guilty... pl-please save me... I-I can pay whatever you ask," Raymond pleaded with Dean, who continued to accompany him.

"Oh, giving up already? There are still two more, you know," Dean said casually.

"Pl-please... I can't take it anymore... l-let me go... I understand I was wrong... I repent... please," Raymond begged.

"Hah... are you really remorseful? I don't believe you at all. Besides, your soul is pitch black but not shimmering, dark and disgusting. You haven't repented," Dean stated.

"Pl-please, I'll do anything... just let me go," Raymond said, sensing a glimmer of hope.

"Alright, I want you to be destroyed and vanish into nothingness," Dean said, smiling.

"Wh-what... do you mean... wha—"

"Crash!" Before Raymond could finish speaking, Dean swung his scythe and shattered Raymond's body, which was actually his soul, into pieces until it disappeared.

"Okay, it's done," NS said.

"Not yet. Now I'm going to the real world, enter his body, and take care of one more person," Dean said, smiling.

"Hohoho... alright," NS replied with a sly smile.