Jacob Peterson. A middle-aged man with many regrets about his life.

As a child, he was raised by unloving parents, which toughened him up and cursed him with an uncaring nature. As a teenager, his life was riddled with crime. Shoplifting, assault, blackmailing, the only reason he wasn't caught is because of incredible running ability.

But as an adult, his legs didn't do much help for him when he was charged with murder.

A gun with a dodgy trigger was all it took. He'll never touch a gun again, especially ones from the black market. The shop manager was a humble person, working overtime to support his child. All Jacob wanted was some money from the register, just enough to be able to afford food for the week, but that one accident sent him to Jail for 20 years of his life.

He left jail as a new man, vowing to never hurt another soul. But what he didn't know is that the Orphan had an imaginary friend, a friend who kept an eye on Jacob until he got out. The first night Jacob slept on an actual bed, he fell into a nightmare, where this imaginary friend joined him.



Jacob's nightmare was a flat, black world, a spec of light in the middle belonging to a simple petrol station. There were no roads, there were no stars, just black. Jacob was in front of the station shop, feeling slightly lost. The black-skinned behemoth stared on from the darkness, the two fake eyes seeing nothing whereas the soft clicks, sounds that were too far away for Jacob to notice, gave feedback to the monster as they echoed silently.

Walking into the trap, Jacob entered the store. The door slid open, the soft sound of mechanics stirring as it smoothed shut behind him. The store was devoid of produce, the only noticable thing being the open door behind the counter, where a stifled sniffling could be heard. If Jacob decided to turn around now, he'd realise that there was a large face pressed against the glass, but his attention is soley fixed on this open doorway. He edged towards it, working around the counter and into the room. As he did so, the doors slid open again- perfectly silent, this time- and as the tall being slowly stepped in, folded inhumanly to bypass the opening that was so much smaller than him, the lights started to darken.

By the time Jacob was in the room, the store was dark.

Jacob had never truly seen the orphan, only a glimpse during the trial all those years ago. The child in here was young, about 8 years old. She was huddled in the corner, now silent but still shaking. Dread ran down Jacob's spine, a warm feeling oozing down, chills echoing through his very being, but he fought past them. He wouldn't get taken by fear. He had done his time and had learned his lesson. He is no longer a criminal, and he will strive on to make himself right, starting with the very foundations: himself. He promised that he'd go up to that little girl, hold onto her and apologise, and that he did. He didn't mind that she had no face, or that she was shaking violently, more than any human should. He didn't mind the looming feeling of a monster behind him, standing as tall as life, whilst he lives to bestow death. Jacob thought of this monster as his self-doubt and his hatred, a feeling that had been shadowing him for all these years.

He didn't even look at it. He fought it off and didn't even lift a finger. He turned his own nightmare, based around the worst experience in his life, into a dream. He strived for a better life and by god he was going to right his wrongs to do it.



The Handyman is a creature that feeds off the minds of people he deems "bad", mainly those who caused harm to others, especially children. He moves to a person's mind, sparks a nightmare and sends them spiralling down to madness where he can suck out their minds to feed his own. But occasionally, people are strong-willed enough to fight back. Handy was thrust out of this nightmare-turn-dream, and slithered mindlessly away out the window and back into the night, receding back into his home of a cave so he can wither away into a shadow once more.