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[the-blossica-fan]

This is like a dream I swear

Jessica having some horror sessions with the puppets because she likes the idea of acting out like a movie.

Though, very creepy, I imagined a spider and got unironically freaked out. That's cool though (the vision I had will forever haunt my nightmares)

I love this so much I need this in my blood

A Story Where The Nightmare Wins

She sat on a sofa, her hands having two sock puppets.

The one on the right is a tall, bear-like man; on the left, a deer with a tag on her ear.

The deer appeared next to the man and, as best she could, she made the deer snap the neck of the man.

As this happened, the light flickered on, and the girl, with thick black hair, smiled.

"Jenny will start to escape soon!" she squealed in excitement.

The deer, 'Jessi', as she recalls, giddily waited for the sound of the window opening.

When it happened, she smiled, her sharp teeth dripping with blood that is not her own. "Hide and Seek, my favourite!"

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Run, run, run.

Jenny hid behind a tree, her lungs feeling as if they will give out.

Her old friend... she caused this, she realises. Could it have been different, if she taught the deer-girl about romcoms instead?

She put her hand to her mouth as the girl passed her, having shifted into a lanky being with thin, spider-like limbs.

Jenny thought she was safe. Right up until Jessi's neck snapped towards her, green eyes shining in the dark.

"Found you!

Jenny yelped, starting to run away again, but her jacket was pierced by a spider-like limb to a tree.

Jessi approached her, the deer's body shifting back into her half-woman half-deer form. In her right hand, she held a knife.

"You didn't run very far today, Jenny. Is something wrong?"

The genuine concern in her voice made Jenny feel bad for her...

Even still, she had an idea.

"Still, the story will end, if I end you. And I don't want that. I want us to have a story where we can be together, you know?"

The knife got to her neck.

"Still... what do you think--?"

Jenny ripped the knife out of Jessi's hand and stabbed it into her neck.

Jessi looked shocked.

...

But she didn't die.

She just smiled excitedly. "Of course, how could I forget?! Sometimes, the protagonist needs to win!"

Jenny disagrees.

In this case, the nightmare always wins.