"Whoosh!" Dean and NS appeared in a hospital hallway, right in front of a terrifying operating room in the Nightmare World. They felt like they were inside a pulsating intestine, and the door in front of them looked like a huge mouth with rows of sideways teeth and a red light above it that said "Operation in progress."
"Whoa... he's inside?" Dean asked.
"Looks like he's operating on his patient," NS replied.
"Let's go in, NS," Dean said, stepping forward and twirling his scythe.
"Alright," NS replied.
They both pushed open the tight rows of teeth and went inside. They saw several ghost-pale people dressed as nurses surrounding a long-armed, octopus-like zombie with four branching arms. He looked busy operating and messing with a pile of flesh lying on the operating table. The sight made Dean a little nauseous.
"Ugh... this is gross," Dean mumbled.
"Aren't you used to it by now?" NS asked.
"It's still disgusting and hard to look at," Dean replied.
"We'll wait until he's finished, otherwise, it'll be bad for his patient," NS said.
"That pile of flesh is the patient?" Dean asked, pointing forward.
"Not the patient, but his sickness," NS replied.
"Oh... okay, hope he finishes quickly," Dean said.
Patiently, Dean and NS sat on chairs, watching the long-armed, four-handed zombie busy messing with the bloody pile of flesh on the operating bed using a surgical knife. Besides the long-armed zombie, there were also two female zombie nurses with very ugly faces. One of them even had an eyeball hanging out of its socket, held by its hand so it could see the operation.
"Ugh... it's really annoying waiting like this," Dean grumbled.
"Be patient, don't rush. Oh, right, after this, I won't be accompanying you anymore, okay? I'm your boss, your training is complete," NS said, smiling and looking relaxed.
"Huh... but you'll still tell me things in my head, right?" Dean asked, pointing to his head.
"Of course, I still need to monitor you," NS replied.
"Okay, I get it," Dean said, standing up.
"Where are you going?" NS asked.
"To watch the target's life first, to save time," Dean answered.
"Hmmm... alright," NS replied, remaining relaxed.
Dean approached the long-armed zombie from behind and touched its back. A large hologram screen appeared, showing the life of the man named Raymond. He came from a rich family, and the hospital where he worked was his family's inheritance.
Since childhood, he had always been spoiled by his parents because he was their golden child. He got everything he wanted and eventually did whatever he pleased in society. He thought everyone was beneath him and existed to serve him.
He never experienced hardship or the consequences of 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 because he considered women his slaves.
He even "accidentally" killed a patient for threatening 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 his hired thugs.
"Wow... wow... so he's like this, and his father isn't innocent either, even though this guy is the mastermind. Alright... he's just like Alex," Dean said.
After finishing watching, Dean went back to his seat and watched the operation again. Two hours later, the operation was complete. The long-armed zombie stepped back, looking satisfied with his work, even though his face was extremely ugly. Dean approached him.
"Hey!" Dean called out.
"Graah?" The zombie turned to look at Dean, and its ugly face immediately showed fear.
"CRASH!" It immediately jumped backward, and all four of its hands grabbed surgical tools from the tray. It started throwing the tools at Dean, who calmly twirled his scythe to block them all. Seeing its efforts fail.
"Graaaaaah!" the zombie charged forward, its long arms holding surgical knives, aiming to stab and slash Dean quickly. Dean deftly dodged all the zombie's attacks and swung his scythe, cutting off the zombie's arm.
"Graaaaaaaaah!"
The zombie screamed in pain, but its body grew larger, and all its clothes fell off. Then it charged at Dean. "Shing!" Dean twirled his scythe from bottom to top and split the zombie's large body in two. "Crack!" The zombie's body slid to the left and right, revealing Raymond's soul inside, with a handsome but terrified face.
"Hello," Dean greeted with a wide smile.
"Wh-who are you? I-is this a dream?" Raymond asked, scared, looking around him.
"Yep, welcome to the Nightmare World. Here's my business card," Dean said, handing his business card to Raymond.
Raymond took Dean's business card with trembling hands. He read the card: "Dean Wilson, Nightmare Agent." 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, and I'm your agent here, got it?" Dean asked.
"A-agent? Agent for what?" Raymond asked.
"So, here's the thing. I work for someone to bring you here so you can pay for what you did to them. In other words, I intend to make you feel what you did to the people you killed, understand?" Dean asked.
"Wh-what?!" Raymond replied, shocked.
Before he could do anything, "Click!" Dean snapped his fingers. Everything instantly went dark, and "BLAAAR!" it became bright again. Raymond opened his eyes and was shocked to see 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 casually, sitting in a chair and observing Raymond.
"Wh-where is this?" Raymond asked.
"Still in the Nightmare World, in a special room for me so I can torture you," Dean replied casually.
"Wh-what? Torture me?" Raymond asked.
"That's right. You always got away with it in the real world, right? That's why you won't get away with it in the nightmare world, because your daddy isn't here to help you," Dean replied.
Raymond looked terrified. He turned to look at Dean, who was sitting casually, resting his large scythe on his shoulder right next to him. Even though 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 said.
"Exactly right, this is a dream, and there's no reason for you to be scared. But unfortunately, this isn't an ordinary dream, it's a nightmare, and the purpose of a nightmare is to create fear. So, let's begin," Dean said, raising his finger. "Illusion," he murmured.
Purple smoke emerged from Dean's fingertip and immediately enveloped Raymond's body next to him. After the smoke disappeared, Raymond's face looked extremely terrified, his mouth agape, eyes wide, and his body shaking violently. In Raymond's vision, he saw his five 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 did to them," Dean said.
Suddenly, Raymond felt himself naked. Jenna stepped forward and looked at the table. She picked up scissors and without saying anything, "CRUNCH!" she cut off Raymond's genitals. "Uaaaaaaaah... it hurts... it hurts... pl-please!" Raymond screamed in pain. But even though it was severed, Raymond's genitals healed again, and the next victim stepped forward and crushed it with a large hammer, making Raymond scream in pain again. After all his victims had tortured his body, they took Raymond to the scenes where they died.
Jenna took Raymond to the building skeleton and allowed Raymond to be raped repeatedly by zombie gangsters and thrown from the top, landing shattered and naked below. Then, the next victim took him to the place where they died and 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 to Dean, who remained by his side.
"Oh, giving up already? There are 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 aware? I don't believe you at all. Besides, your soul is pitch black but not radiant, dark and disgusting. You haven't repented," Dean said.
"Pl-please, I'll do anything... let me go!" Raymond cried.
"Anything?" Dean asked.
"Y-yes, anything... quickly, let me go!" Raymond said, feeling a glimmer of hope.
"Alright, I want you to be destroyed and vanish into nothingness," Dean said, smiling.
"Wh-what... do you... wha—"
"CRACK!" Before Raymond could finish speaking, Dean twirled 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, entering his body, and dealing with one more person," Dean said, smiling.
"Hohoho... alright," NS replied with a sly smile.