The nightmares are vivid.

They seem to become more and more real, yet more and more absurd.

Me, standing over my wife, a bat in hand.

My son, cowering behind a table, watching the brutality I am dealing.

I bolt up, panting. Just a nightmare, again. I sigh and wipe my forehead, soaking my sleeve. The space beside me in bed is empty. Jane must have gotten up early. I slowly get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and see myself. John Doe. No more, no less. Just a man, married with one child. I wasno t about to let my nightmares change that.

I splash water in my face and stumble out into the hallway. I peek inside Jakeo s room, only to find the bed empty. I am never a late sleeper, but everything in my life seemed to be changing.

The crackle of sizzling bacon slapped me in the face, and I followed to smell downstairs. Jake and Jane were in the kitchen, chatting. Jane was at the stove, trying to tame the sizzling grease and scooping bacon onto the plates. Jake was at the table, reading a book. I chuckled inside. My four year old boy was going to be the smart one. Musto ve come from his mother.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the ground disappeared from behind me. My vision grew dark around the edges until I only saw Jane in the middle of my perspective. I felt wave after wave of hatred, of eagerness to shove her into the pan of hot grease, to watch her melt. I started towards her, until a feeling of guilt washed over me.

What are you doing?! I thought. Dono t let it consume you! Fight back! Suddenly my mind became a battleground, both sides vying for center stage. I stopped right behind Jane, fighting off my bloodlust. My vision slowly returned until I realized that I had my hand on Janeo s shoulder, and was about to shove her into the grease. I stopped just in time, my head pounding. I turned Jane around and hugged her to cover up what I was about to do.

o Good morning, honey,o Janeo s smile made me wonder, Why would I think such a thing?

I smiled and settled down at the table. Jane came around and placed sizzling bacon onto our plates. She settled down and our family ate peacefully, Jake and Jane not once suspecting my dark thought.

Stupid! I thought, staring at myself in the mirror later that day. You had her! Just one shove and ito d be done!

My head still pounded, and I downed two Tylenol before walking back into our bedroom.

Jane was already fast asleep, her chest slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of her sleep. I smiled in spite of myself and settled down beside her. I slowly drifted into the land of sleep.

The nightmares were more persistent that night. I was in my bathroom, my vision blackened again by the overwhelming urge to kill. I walked back into the bedroom, to find Jane sleeping there. I laughed a laugh that sounded like a cat dying, and rushed to her side, a pillow in hand. I shoved the pillow onto her face, still cackling. Jane started to struggle and scream, but the pillow muffled her cries, and my weight drained her strength. I held the pillow there until the screams died down, with me still squealing with glee.

I o woke upo to a horrendous sight. I had sleepwalked, and there was Jane, pale and still.

I choked back a sob. No. It wasno t true. I hadno t just done that! It was all just a nightmare!

Wake UP! I screamed inside my head. I couldno t hold it back anymore. Tears started to trickle down my cheeks at the sight of my dear wife. Sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands, sobbing thoroughly. Jane was dead. By my hand. It was all too terrible to be reality.

Then, logic kicked in. I had to hide her. I had to make up something to tell Jake. I had to pretend that this all wasno t real.

At breakfast the next morning, I just told Jake that Mommy had to go to work earlier than expected. Oh, and she had to go to Australia to get to work. Conveniently enough.

o Can we go see her?o Jake asked, eyeing me with the eyes of a little boy who didno t get to say goodbye. My heart broke, but I swallowed my tears and responded, o Mommy cano t get a hold of us where she is.o

I felt as if Jane was watching me, screaming for her child to run from the monster sitting across from him, but Jake just sat there and stared at his pancakes.

I suddenly realized what must be done. Jake wouldno t survive in the same household as me. I would gain my bloodlust back, and turn on my only child. I couldno t fathom the idea, but I knew that it was true. I took Jakeo s hand and took him to the car in the pouring rain. I drove to the orphanage.

o Whato s this place, Daddy?o Jake asked.

o A fun place, like a toy store,o I explained, steering him away from the crying mom walking away from the door. I rang the doorbell and was answered by a plump woman, who cooed at the sight of Jake.

o Found him on the streets, thought that heo d be happier here,o I lied. My throat closed up.

o Daddy?o Jake tugged on my sleeve, but the woman was already pulling him inside.

o Now, now, dearie,o the woman soothed Jake. o Youo ll like it here, leto s get you some orange juice.o

o Daddy?!o Jake was growing frantic now, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as tears slid down his cheeks. I turned on my heel and walked back out to the car, my eyes rapidly moistening with fresh tears.

"Daddy! Come back!"

I slammed the car door and drove off, not looking back.



NOTE: This story is a funny depiction of an admired staff member and was not created in the intentions of ruining his reputation. No disrespect is intended by the making of this story. Just wanted to make that clear.


Wiggles started to panic. The taste of pennies filled his mouth, and he dared a glance behind him as he continued to sprint for his life. There it was. The harbinger of his nightmares for months now still wouldno t let up. A light was at the end of the hall, along with his safety. Just a little furthero ¦

He glanced back again, only to find it over his shoulder. A bear, dressed in a pink tutu on a unicycle, with a clown nose on. Absolutely terrifying. Wiggleso heart skipped a beat as he uttered a groan and pushed himself to run faster. Just a little furthero ¦

Then the furry hand clamped down on his shouldero ¦

o AAAAAAAAAAAH!o Wiggles screamed, jolting awake. Light poured in from his window, and he rubbed his eyes. He hoped that he hadno t woken anyone. He desperately needed some alone time.

Wiggles stretched and scratched his back, slowly maneuvering himself out of his bed. He stumbled over to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, humming a little tune to himself. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and winced at the tragic state of his hair. He pulled a comb through it and stepped into his slippers; little mice with big ears nibbling on cheese.

He shuffled to his computer, which rested on his desk. He coaxed it on and breathed a sigh of relief. Saturdayo s were so amazing.

He waited for his computer to boot up and clicked on the Minecraft logo, eager to see what shenanigans were going on in Eurasia at ten in the morning, but his cell phone rang, and he answered with ease.

o Hello?o Wiggles asked.

o Wiggs, ito s me, Jensen,o came a gruff reply.

o Who?o

A depressed sigh. o Doesno t Bailey ever talk about me?o

o Ohhhh, I thought that you were a figment of his imagination, created by his incessant need for a loyal assistant to yell at and blame whenever an experiment goes wrong.o

Jensen paused, as if considering the possibility. o Well, I do keep myself off the radar, but Mr. Nye wants you to partake in an experiment.o

Wiggles gulped. He knew that Bayo s o experimentso could end up terribly wrong. o Whato ¦ kindo ¦ of experiments?o

o Oh, nothing that bad, just a genetic coding module to make people look better.o

o Well, theno ¦ sure, I guess.o

o Great! Come by the lab around five.o

Wiggles ended the call and thought, Oh God, what have I gotten myself into now?

Sure enough, at four, Wiggles rounded the corner to the o lab,o which was really just an abandoned building, but still had potential. Being so close to it, Wiggles could hear Bayo s inventions whirring, and the neighs of displeased SeaHorses.

Wiggles pressed the button at the door, and waited for the ring. Instead, his foot was caught by a rope, and he was left dangling upside down. A slot in the door was slid open, and huge eyes behind thick goggles stared at him.

o Bailey, call off your defense system!o

Baileyo s eyes widened and after a few buttons and levers later Wiggles was standing upright again, and
Bay was leading him through that test tubes and glass cages full of SeaHorses to a metal chair. Bay pushed Wiggles into the chair and tied a metal pot with wires on it to his head. The wires led to a big control panel, and Bay was busily pushing buttons. Wiggles felt a burning sensation in his head, and it felt as though his arms and legs were being ripped from their sockets.

Then, the pain stopped and Bay was in front of Wiggles, his eyes wide. He held up a mirror, and Wiggles gasped. All over his face was blue fur, and perky ears rested atop his head. His eyes were long and black.

o You turned me into a fox?!o Wiggles screeched. He took another look at his reflection and passed out, falling back into his chair.

CONTINUED IN A Day in the Life of Bay_Nye!


As Requested by Minecrftchick (and a lot of other people)

Bay Nye stared at the unconscious Wiggles and sighed heavily. Where bare skin had been, blue fur was. Ears with black tips were atop Wiggleso head, and his eyes were black. Bay circled Wiggles and wrote down notes in his notepad, taking in the strange look of the tail that was hanging limply from Wiggleso pants.

Bay sighed again and slapped his forehead. He went behind his control panel and hit the o Electrocuteo button. The wires connected to the pot on Wiggleso head started to flip and twirl with the power, and Wiggles started shaking violently.

o AAAAAAH! TUTU BEAR!o Wiggles jerked awake, screeching madly about his nightmare. Bay rolled his eyes, approached the fox Wiggles and peered into his eyes. Wiggles stared back, his pupils the size of a walnut. Bay took a tiny flashlight hidden behind his ear and shone it into Wiggleso eye. The pupil shrunk and grew longer, making Wiggles look like a cat.

o Is it that bad?o asked Wiggles, his eye watering from staring into the light.

Bay sighed. At least it didno t end up as bad as the SeaHorseo ¦ he thought, looking at his notes. Wiggles would probably stay a fox for the rest of his life unless Bay could think of a solution. The SeaHorses were never this hard to fix! He thought angrily to himself. All I needed was to yell at Roga and order Jensen to splice the DNA with that of a squirrel!

o Well?o Wiggles asked, his voice beginning to quake. o I need to know if Io ll ever get a girlfriend again!o

o Well, if your into foxy girlso ¦o

o BAILEY! Out with it, man!o

o Umo ¦ wello ¦ On the bright side, at least you have a sweet scruff now!o Bay smirked. Wiggles glared at him.

Bay thought again, looking for a funnier joke. o JENSEN!o he cried, o GET MY JOKEBOOK!o

Wiggles slapped him, still glaring. o Bailey! Enough with Jensen! Get me back to normal!o

Bay thought for a bit, completely puzzled by the situation. He couldno t think of a real solution. Wiggles was to stay a fox forever. It was strange, really. Why a fox? He only knew one other person that was an animal, but it was a long shot to get ahold of her.

Bay popped out of his space gazing and smirked at Wiggles. He wasno t going to like this, because it required a long journey. A journey that would keep the two friends walking for miles.

o Jenseeeeen!o Bay cried. o Pack my steed!o

o What steed?o Wiggles asked, his eyes widening.

o The SeaHorseMobile 5006!o

Wiggles stared at Bay, waiting for an explanation.

Bay grabbed his wrist and pulled him along down a dark hallway, to see the remarkable SeaHorseMobile.

CONTINUED IN the next story!

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