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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(Such a prime one. The things in his mind...)

Snake dreams. The shadows under his bed stretch longer and longer, reaching for him. He has a handgun in his hand.

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[He tried to see what bed he was in, it was always his first check in these unaware dreams, a reflex gained from a less then steady childhood. The child looked at the gun, so huge in his tiny hands, so small against those shadows - those lurking, stretching things under his bed. He pointed it at the shadows, scared and unsure]

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It is unclear whose bed, or where. The only clear thing is the shadows are growing larger.

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[He shut his eyes, then force them open, remembering basic, the trigger is squeezed, familiar, warm - intimate, assuring. And he started to shoot at the shadows]

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They fall. Easily. But more rise up. And the fallen ones... have familiar silhouettes. Every Shadow Snake shoots is someone he knows.

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[He started to tremble as the outlines started to take form, enemies, allies... friends, family. He tried to run, try to drop the gun, but it won't leave his hands]

Oh god, oh god... no, no - Grey Fox, please no - no. not again, please don't die again.

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It is of no avail. Once again Grey Fox expires.