Nightmare # Many

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Ever since the temporal anomalies, Deimonea's been nowhere to be seen. At least in the waking. She's been prowling the dreams of C.O., seeking to make heads or tails out of it all. She's learned something very, very important. There is no Dream Queen here.

The very night this discovery is made, there is a sudden plague of nightmares. Many of them drawn from your fears, but others're just strange. Experimental pieces designed to see what kind of reactions and mental states they might cause.

((OOC: Might want to check Deimonea's permissions post. If you don't want a custom-engineered nightmare, you can just get a really random and bizarre experimental one that might not even be that scary, even if it kinda hurts the brain.))

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[in-laquetti.livejournal.com]

You won't have any dreamers to feed or experiment on and you'll see exactly how powerless you really are. People can't always have it easy, after all.

When this is over, you will most certainly be able to answer whether a nightmare such as yourself has anything to fear. I wish you the best of luck... as you face the trial of the Crawling Chaos!

[The black creature's three jaws opened up, releasing unearthly noises that resemble something close to laughter. Nyarlathotep's tentacles squirmed and moved around faster and excitably. Nightmares are Deimonea's specialty, but Nyarlathotep was a different type of sadist who worked to remove all notions of hope from people.]

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You think this'll hold me? I've escaped every cage crafted to hold me. Nothing will hold me forever.

An illusionary miasma surrounds Deimonea, roiling with the angry colors of her anger. And... a touch of anxiety.

[in-laquetti.livejournal.com]

You do remember our conversation, right? I said I'll let you go if you can tell me what you fear. If you have no fears, I'm more than generous enough to give you some.

Come, writhe, squirm, and struggle all you want and show me what makes you tick! Huwahahahahah!

[A whirlwind of purple light blew around the black monstrosity and, in the same instance, it vanished, leaving Deimonea alone in this white box. As Nyarlathotep fled, the room started shrinking to the point where there was no room for other people to stand. The room worked to emphasize the fact that Deimonea was all alone and, until this hell was over, she would be still be alone.]

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You call this a cage? If the Queen of Dreams herself couldn't hold me captive, you really think you can?

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[Quite a while later...]

This isn't going to be easy.