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“And you get bad dreams,” Nightmare touched his hand to a door, “and you get bad dreams,” then to another, “and you get bad dreams- everyone gets bad dreams!”

Nightmare’s cackles were unheard by any slumbering party, or any awake party either. His perusing through the realm of the unconscious minds of the universe for his daily dose of fear always went like this unless he had some special person to visit. Which, right now, he didn’t, so he was just out and about giving out nightmares.

Each door was a gateway to a person’s dreams, a place to enter or exit should he choose to do so, but he never give his time to someone he didn’t really care about. If they were strangers, they got his hand on the door and nothing else.

Which is what Taranza got, a hand made of terror and horror which scraped along the wooden ‘shield’ that was his dream door, once which just let all the magic of the evil wizard in rather than keeping it out.

Compared to regular bad dreams, it was marked with his signature. A signature that one wouldn’t have been able to see unless they tortured in this manner nightly by him, but a signature nonetheless.

His seeping, horrible infection of deep rooted panic panic brought up so quickly that cut deep its victim that it’d try to have them screaming, or at the very least alarmed once they woke up.

Although.. It didn’t take effect immediately, as Taranza’s dream stayed the same despite the wizard’s touch.

Just him, the ruler of Floralia, dressed in regalia on a throne next to his queen, guarded by a bunch of bugs.

Steady Timon, all good things to those who wait.

Francisca decided to head back to Floralia to visit Taranza after receiving her Labrys back from the squeakers and getting her hat repaired after it was burnt during her brief time in the mirror world.

She wanted to see how the other was doing and even discussing things with him whilst she was spending her time with the spider considering she enjoy herself the last time she with him.

It didn’t her long to arrive at the castle, where she assured where he would be, before calling out for the spider.

((does chewing on the corner of my blanket count as beating the shit out of it))

((petition to slap marx next time he does somethin stupid near taranza))

     Nothing like a good fright, huh? The girl let out a small yelp of sudden fear after the gaze of a glowy-eyed multi-hand creature who most certainly wasn’t there mere seconds before caught her line of sight.