´ boogieman defeats boogieman
He thought he had seen it all. A life inside a fear-fueled realm had made of him almost unaware of how frightening and horrible some things were from the point of view of a human.
One moment he is parting from Woohyun as he went to the bathroom, and the next he is watching as the latter falls inside the dark pits of hell, or at least it looks like it to Sam, who couldn't see anything from a few meters down inside. It's a shame he isn't one to mourn, but rather move on quickly from all tragedies that the magical world brings to magical beings like him. He is a little sad, yes, Woohyun is or was a good neighbor after all, but he didn't follow after simply because his own well being was much more important than the other's at the time.
His well being soon is threatened, as a familiar decides to bring fear to the surface. What he had thought would be his safe place from all the shit he had gone through in the past, from all the fuckery that Woohyun is probably going through now, and now he finds himself running for dear life.
He runs, not out of fear. He is well aware that whatever it is that a Familiar fears the most, he is never going to willingly transform into that. There are things that are better left unknown, and there is darkness just too deep for even him to handle, thus why he never uses his powers against them. Or at least to this day...
No, he really can't bring himself to do it.
No, it's just too dangerous. The mere thought of it sends shivers down his spine. Of all things he has become during hundreds of years of living, this is the one he doesn't know if he would ever be able to turn back from. But what he runs into next is even more fucked up than the biggest of familiars. To him it is.
He comes to a halt when he encounters no other but himself. Nightmare versus nightmare, fear against fear. This is nothing like situations that had happened to him before. All those nightmares he had created by himself become worthless, because now as his transformed self unveils, so does his doppelganger's. How to fight when one's weapon is one's own fear? He could never be ready to be subject to his own mind tricks. Only there he understands how frightening his own presence is to others. Only there he finally understands the true meaning of a nightmare. The true meaning of his existence.
And he still is in shock.
What do nightmares dream off? What will his own nightmare look like? In a split second the appearance of his enemy shifts. No, not his appearance, Sam is still able to recognize that face, his face. But its clothes... Whatever that thing is, is now dressed as a magical boy, and to his own shock, Sam is now dressed as one, as well. He stares down at his hand to find a different kind of weapon being held by it. All the strength in him washes off as he falls to his knees and only stares at the floor, where several captured carts fell from his own pockets.
Nightmares really are horrible. I am horrible.
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