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[the9thdream]

[Maybe today everything is a little darker, a little fuzzier. If you squint, for a moment, it seems like things are blurring together. Sleeping or awake, do you know what you're going to find when you turn around

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[runstowardsfire]

[There's a strong stench--practically a physical force--as a witch looks into a book and sees a figure of a man with holes in place of his eyes running towards her.]

. . . I took care of you already.

[runstowardsfire]

*jumps at that*

*losing mental balance plus pants-wetting terror equals lashing out with everything she saved up inside herself--pain, fear, frustration--the whole nine-yards*