Nightmares? They're my playground. Monsters? They're my manifestation. Every nightmare you've ever had, every monster you ever dreamed up--I was right there pulling the strings and writing the lines ever since you first closed your eyes. My purpose is clear: fear. The why is the gray area I've yet to decode.
The monsters I build turn to shadows, my minions of whom I save for later. They spend their time in my room, in my dungeon, where I am able to escape only once a month. The only time I am seen and remembered. But I'm not remembered as the Night Terror, as the Reality-Twister, or even as a Tormentor. For one day I am normal.
But it's this last fourteenth that I messed up. I caught someone's attention.
And she remembered me on the fifteenth.
In her nightmare.
X x X
"Nightmares are nothing but bad dreams..." She breathes, holding her hands against her head as pain ripples through her body "Right?"
"My dear," I whisper, kneeling beside her as my hands begin to tremble. "You could never be more wrong."
X x X
I was kidnapped from the toy section in Wal-Mart. And the men that took me kept me locked up in a shed. I eventually got out, but I'm constantly on the run. They're after me and I know it, I just don't know why they need me so badly. One of their eyes are red as blood--and that's what I look for.
Something about him isn't right
ᵇᵘ'ˡᵈ'ⁿᵍ ᵐºⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ - ºᵖʸʳ'ᵍʰᵗ ᵏ. ʷᵉ'ᵏᵉˡ
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