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[ask--the-dreamers]

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[troupemaster]

time machine ⚽️

⚽️: Preteen (10-12 yrs)

The will-be God of Nightmares looks nothing like the grimmchild, or even his future self. He stands on two feet, black wings draped around himself like a cloak. He is coated head to toe in thick black fur, much like any moth would be. Rather than his adult self’s dull crimson, his eyes are billiant red, and seem to stare into one’s soul. Indeed, the little moth is nothing akin to his older self in appearance.

“Hello,” he bows, only to stumble a step. He’s still getting the hang of all this... refinement stuff his parents have been telling him about. “I am Grimm, king of Nightmares! Tremble before me!” he bares sharp fangs, then bursts into a fit of laughter.

“I’m kidding... Mostly!”