@ludevos || Plotted Starter
Fear. Frozen in it. Was this finally going to be her end? As terrified as she was it also felt so fitting - how her own mind would be her downfall. It wouldn’t have been the first time and maybe now she could say it would be the last.
She was usually so on top of things - so aware of her surroundings that she’d have been able to sense the Nightmare that had managed to materialize in the waking world. However the thing about Nightmares as strong as these is that they know. They know where to hunt, when would be the best time - and the best time is unsuspecting victims lost in their negative thoughts just as she was.
She wasn’t prepared, hearing the voice whispering in her ears as nothing more than her usual intrusive thoughts. Her body would grow weaker as the Nightmare fed on her energy, and it’s only when she decides to sit down that she realizes what was going on.
By then it’s too late.
The eyes of the whispy dark figure are cold and soulless, showing her her worst fears and anxieties, trapping her in a sea of never ending sorrow. A tear rolls down her face, wanting nothing more than for it to end.
Tell me what you want.
The voice is more akin to heavy vibrations in the air, making the heart and soul heavy with dread. She can’t breathe, she can’t respond, all she can do is hope it’ll be over soon.
