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NIGHTMARE

[exeggutorhead]

[At first, there's nothing but pitch darkness.]

[But somehow, Lust will know that somewhere nearby, there's a lamp, on a nightstand. It's instinctual, and with only a little groping and fumbling her fingers will find it, light it, and lift the darkness to reveal...]

[What looks like a little makeshift bedroom, shoved into the corner of a stone basement wall. The bed is clean enough, and doesn't look terrible, there's even a few aged books down at the foot. The nightstand is plain, but sturdy. It feels almost safe...almost. Something isn't right, and the rest of the room is shrouded in darkness behind her.]

[It's hard to turn around, to face away from the almost-comforting bed, but she does. Something, a number of somethings, glint in the light, although they're impossible to make out. A border of light seeps through what looks like a doorframe, high up and impossibly away.]

[The doorframe slams open, smashes against the wall, and a chillingly familiar--in tone, if not in actual sound--voice speaks from a silhouetted figure.]

Are you ready? It's time for more tests, my little monster. You are ready, aren't you?

[The glinting things in the dark shift and clank and move, drawing closer.]

We need to know what you are, after all. Don't you want to know what you can do?

[The things are needles and straps and knives, moving of their own accord and drawn into abstract amalgamations, moving towards Lust like animals. There's nowhere to hide. The bed offers no safety. The implements fly forward, to the feeling of pain--]

All for your own good.

[The dream ends, abruptly.]