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Damien came out to the tree for a number of reasons. Not a lot of the school’s “security” came out this way so monsters could do pretty much whatever they wanted without dealing with trouble. Parties, smoking, drinking what have you. In hand, he had a couple of beers and a carving knife. What better way to let his legacy last than carve a giant “DAMIEN LAVEY WAS HERE” In huge ass letters on this ancient log? And the beers because..well why not?
It seemed like no one was at the tree so he went to work on the back of it, preparing to carve his name all over this thing when he spotted Oz sleeping beside it. He was covering perfectly good carving space but...fuck it. He can work around him for now and move him later if he had to.
As he set to work carving he heard Oz whispering something in his sleep and he looked down. Did..he just say ‘help’? On closer inspection he noticed that he was shaking too. Was he having a nightmare...COULD he have nightmares? He knew he was a fear entity but he didn’t think he could have nightmares himself. Damien grabbed his shoulder and shook him.
“Hey! Hey, Ozzy! Wake up!”
