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Three words: Billy Bob Brockali. She is so emotionally attached to that robot bear it’s ridiculous. She’s made him to be over 9 ft tall now, and he has Echidna’s quills as a retractable claw weapon (among others). He’s who she depends on if she or someone else is in danger and her PTSD won’t let her take care of the problem herself.
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Horrorterrors. She’s seen, heard, and dreamed of them for as long as she can remember, and the only good thing they’ve been able to do for her were the dream bubbles. In every other respect, she cannot stand them. She knows perfectly well that they aren’t exactly ‘evil’ forces, but the sheer amount of trauma that they’re linked to won’t allow her to ever see them in a positive light any time soon.
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Good ol’ nyctophobia (fear of the dark) babey!! As a child this fear stemmed more from the fact that the darkness reminded her of the Furthest Ring, but even today she still risks having panic attacks when venturing through dark areas because she constantly hears horrorterror whispers and sees their tendrils in her peripheral vision. The lack of visibility makes her very paranoid and jumpy. She doesn’t like fog much either, but not nearly as much as pitch darkness.