Ok, you don't have to read this one if you already read it on my page in deviantART.
I just thought it would make a good post in this thread.
Just to let ya'll know, I was really into Mega Man at the time of this nightmare. I had it about three or four years ago.
Scary thing is, it was allll realistic. Terrible, yes?
(Sorry for the wall of text, pplz!

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It’s early morning, and I awake from a deep slumber.
However, I immediately leave the room I’ve been resting in for who knows how long and hurry down a flight of stairs. I travel down a short stretch of hallway, leading me to the entrance (in this case, the exit) of the house. I open the door and step outside.
Waiting for me are three… soldiers, I guess you’d call them. They are wearing similar blue and white outfits, except you can see their faces and each soldier has a different number.
Soldier number 1 has black hair and green eyes; soldier number 2 has blonde hair and blue eyes; soldier number 3 has red hair and brown eyes. They all carry guns (which frightens me somewhat).
“Come now,” says 1, “we must be going if we are to get to the tower.”
“Aww, I was actually sorta hopin’ we could rest up for a bit,” complains 2. He shrugs. “But it won’t do me no good arguin’ with you.”
I can’t help but giggle at the way 2 acts. ‘I feel as though I’m supposed to follow them… are they supposed to take me somewhere? Am I the one going to the tower?’ I ponder.
“We don’t have time to sit around! She has to be there by midnight, or… we’ll fail our mission. You don’t want that, do you?” asks 1. 2 and 3 shake their heads.
“No, sir,” they answer. 1 begins to walk off, with 3 following close behind. Number 2 taps my shoulder and gestures for me to follow. And so, I go.
As we’re walking, I can see that we are headed for a forest. “Are we supposed to go through there?” I ask. We stop walking, and Number 1 turns to face 3.
“What would be the shortest route? Through the forest, around it, or across the lake?” he asks. Number 3 seems to be scanning the area.
“If my calculations are correct, we should get there fastest through the forest. That is where the tower is located, anyway, according to my sensors,” he informs us. “But my scanners also picked up other life-forms in there. We should take any necessary precautions and watch carefully as we travel from now on.”
The three of them take out their guns, and we continue on our way toward the dark woods. As we get closer, I begin to get the premonition that something terrible is about to happen, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“Ya cold?” 2 asks me. I shake my head. “Heheh, ya frightened, then?”
“Yeah,” I reply nervously. “You’re… not?”
“Of course I am,” he tells me, smirking. “It’s just that I don’t wanna let numero uno over there know, otherwise he’ll give me a poundin’.”
“He wouldn’t do that!” I gasp. 2 laughs.
“Yeah, you’re right, he wouldn’t. I was just pullin’ your leg,” he says. “Except for the scared part, I’m scared outta my wits right now.”
“It makes me glad to know I’m not the only one,” I chuckle. When I look up, I notice that we’re directly in front of the forest. It’s so dark that you can’t see anything inside when you first look at it. “Wahhh, it’s all black and creepy in there!! I hate the dark!” I cry.
“Don’t worry,” 2 says, “I’m sure my buddy over here can give us somethin' to light it up with. Right, buddy?”
“I told you already, stop calling me that,” 3 snaps at him. “And yeah, I have some flashlights we could use to help us get through here.”
“Uh… just how many is ‘some’?” I ask. He pulls out two flashlights.
“Dude, ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” Number 2 whines. “Ya knew that there were gonna be four of us, so why didn’tcha bring four? And you’re supposed to be the smart one, ya dummy!”
“Well, if I brought four, it would only make us more noticeable,” 3 tells him. “And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
Number 2 is hushed by his statement. We continue into the forest, turning on the flashlights as soon as we enter. As we walk, I notice eyes staring at us from all around.
“It’s so creepy in here,” I complain, clinging close to Number 2.
“I sure wouldn’t wanna take a whiz in this place,” he jokes. I laugh nervously. The darkness and fogginess of this part of the woods is really getting to me.
All of a sudden, the bushes to the left of us begin to rustle. We stop moving, all staring at the same place. A pair of yellow, glowing eyes stares back. There is a loud roar, and a huge (about 20~25 feet long), dark red, four-legged monster comes rushing toward us, mouth agape.
“You all get the heck out of here!” Number 3 screams at us, shooting at the monster with his gun. “You have to make it to the tower!”
Number 1 nods and commands us, “Let’s go! Hustle!”
We all run away. I can’t help but look back… which I shouldn’t have. Far off in the distance, I can see that the monster has torn Number 3 in half, eating his upper torso. Tears stream down my face furiously as I keep running. ‘I’m getting so tired… but I’ve gotta keep running… gotta keep up… have to get away from that thing,’ I tell myself over and over in my thoughts. Unfortunately, my legs aren’t as strong as my will, and I collapse. Immediately, Number 2 notices and turns back around to me.
“Yo, Uno!” he calls back to Number 1 as he bends down next to me. 1 turns around and comes running back toward us. “You’re okay, aren’tcha?” he asks, helping me sit up.
“Wha… what the heck… was that thing?” I ask him. “And 3… it got 3… why did we run? Why… why didn’t we help him? Number 3… Number…”
I start to cry again. “I… he… he did what he thought was right,” Number 2 says to me. “That’s all that matters.”
Number 1 finally makes it back to us. “What happened?” he asks.
“I guess she couldn’t handle the runnin',” 2 tells him. The way he says it really annoys me. “Why don’tcha carry her?” he asks Number 1, smirking.
“What?? No!!” I squeal. There is a moment of silence. ‘Don’t tell me he’s actually thinking it over!’ I complain in my mind.
“We’ll walk from here on out,” he says. “Let’s move.”
Number 2 shrugs and stands up. He extends a hand to me and helps me get to my feet. “Thanks,” I say sheepishly. He smiles and begins following Number 1. I sigh and begin following them again.
About an hour passes as we head even deeper into the forest. It gets somewhat foggy, and it’s even hard to see with the flashlight that we have left (Number 3 had the second flashlight).
“This fog… it’s freaky in some weird way,” I say, getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. “There was fog in the area that we were attacked before…”
There is a sudden, small gust of wind and the sound of metal slicing through the frigid air. “Wh-what was that?” I cry, looking around. Number 2 looks like he’s in shock.
“Guys… I don’t feel so… so good,” he says. As I turn to look at him, he falls into millions of tiny pieces right before my eyes. I fall onto my knees, looking down at the sliced up cubes of blood, skin and armor that used to be Number 2. I tremble as tears stream down my face, the realization of what happened hitting me like a brick wall.
“No… no… NO… NO, NUMBER 2, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I cry hysterically, placing my hands on his remains, trying to piece him together somehow, even though I knew it was impossible.
“S…stop it,” whispers Number 1. “No, stop it, stop it… He’s gone, STOP IT!”
He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, running away from the scene as fast as he can, with me still sobbing over the death of soldier number 2.
When he’s gone as far as he can, he sets me on the ground and sits a few yards away, leaning on the trunk of a tree. I’m weak from crying, and I crawl up to him, curling up into a ball at his feet. I black out.
When I wake, soldier number 1 is still sitting in front of me (except this time he’s sleeping), and I’m still crawled up in front of him. But the area around us… it’s darker and covered in fog. I can tell it’s getting close to midnight. I start shaking him lightly. “Come on, get up Number 1, we gotta go… it’s getting dark,” I say. Despite my efforts, he won’t get up. I decide to let him stay asleep. I stand up and venture around the little area (still in range of Number 1’s eyesight). There’s a small stump, as though somebody was here way before we were and had cut down a tree. I put my hand on it. There’s something wet and sticky. It’s a clear liquid. “Almost like spit,” I think out loud. The memory of the huge, red monster from hours earlier hits me. I turn around slowly to the sound of heavy breathing. Lo and behold, there it is. I’m too terrified to scream. As it takes a step toward me, it growls, bearing its sharp fangs, still bloody from its last meal.
All of a sudden, it gives a low bellow and turns to look behind it. Number 1 is there, and has stabbed the creature through the tail with some sort of dagger. It roars angrily and charges toward him. I look at the ground and pick up a rock, throwing it at the back of the creature’s head. “Leave him alone, you friend-eater!!” I scream at it. My mind is buzzing, and I have no idea what I’m doing for a few moments. My heart and soul are filled with rage, and that’s where my energy is coming from. As it turns to rush back at me, it slams Number 1 with its tail, knocking him over and making his gun fly off somewhere into the bushes. He hurries to find it. The beast runs at me, biting at me and slashing at me with its claws. All that I’m able to do is barely dodge its attacks. However, after a minute or two of dodging, it gets me with its claw and tears off part of my jeans and cuts me on my left leg. I cry out as it prepares to deal the final blow. But just in the nick of time, Number 1 jumps out of the bushes and shoots at it. The monster roars loudly and hurries to be rid of him. However, Number 1 aims carefully and fires, shooting it through the eye and killing it instantly. Knowing that we’re safe now, I climb up onto the small stump from earlier and take a seat on it, keeping pressure on my wound. Luckily, the monster had cut the outside of my thigh, where the artery wasn’t located.
“You all right?” Number 1 asks as he walks over to me.
“I… think so,” I tell him. “I just got this cut on my leg…”
He reaches into the pack he’s wearing and pulls out a first-aid kit. He takes a look at the wound on my leg. “Ah, it’s a long scratch, but it’s not deep or wide, thank goodness,” he says. He pulls out some disinfectant, gauze, and tape. Carefully, he sprays my cut with the disinfectant.
“Ow ow ow! It hurts worse than the cut!” I laugh. For once, Number 1 smiles.
When he’s done patching up my leg, I ask, “…I know I’m okay, but are you, Number 1?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he informs me. All of a sudden, he bursts out laughing.
“H-hey! What’s so funny??” I ask.
“Did you… just call me ‘Number 1’?” he asks, still laughing.
“Y-yeah… so what? That’s what your buddies called you! And I don’t know your actual name, so how would I know what to call you??” I say angrily. He stops laughing, but still has a broad smile across his face.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you at the start. My name’s Michael,” he says. “And you don’t have to worry about telling me your name, I already know what it is.”
“How do you know what my name is?”
“Your profile was in the mission I was given. I had to read it over.”
“Wh… wha!? What kind of place gives you information like that?!”
“The place I work for,” he says, sticking his tongue out at me. I think about tackling him playfully for a minute, but as I look behind him, I notice something.
“Hey… is that… the tower?” I ask, pointing. He looks and nods.
“Yeah, we better get going if we want to reach it in time,” he says. And so, we walk the rest of the way to the tower…
“So how do we get up?” I ask as we stand at the base of the wooden structure. It’s like a huge pillar sticking out of the ground with a lookout place near the top.
“Here,” says Michael, pointing to a large wooden board on the ground. He steps on top of it and steps aside somewhat to give me room. I also get on it. Almost immediately, it slowly begins floating upwards toward the top. Although there is nothing to push it or to lift it up, it continues going up and up and up…
When we reach the lookout, Bass and Lan, merged with Mega Man (all are from Mega Man: NT Warrior) are standing on it, looking at us curiously. “Ah! Hi, Lan!” I cry out happily, running up and hugging him. “Look, Michael! This is my friend Lan!”
But as I turn to look, Michael is gone, even though the wooden board is still at the top. And no matter where I look around the structure, I can’t see him anymore…