[Whatever it is—if it's Eustace or something else—that has been trying to wrestle control over the dream, it's managed, because this was not supposed to be part of it at all. It was supposed to just be this little thing, some fun with the costume after winding down from a long day on their feet. A little fantastical indulgence...
But instead, it's bloodied chains that rattle when the room shifts, her back already up to the wall, her body stuck between it and Eustace's as he continues to loom over her.
In her head, she screams at herself to wake up, but it's as if these black wisps have somehow locked her in place, keeping the dream alive with her fear.]
What—!?
[The cuffs shackle around her wrists, as if the thought of them alone was enough to manifest it.]
Eustace, I don't know what's going on, but please wake up...
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[Whatever it is—if it's Eustace or something else—that has been trying to wrestle control over the dream, it's managed, because this was not supposed to be part of it at all. It was supposed to just be this little thing, some fun with the costume after winding down from a long day on their feet. A little fantastical indulgence...
But instead, it's bloodied chains that rattle when the room shifts, her back already up to the wall, her body stuck between it and Eustace's as he continues to loom over her.
In her head, she screams at herself to wake up, but it's as if these black wisps have somehow locked her in place, keeping the dream alive with her fear.]
What—!?
[The cuffs shackle around her wrists, as if the thought of them alone was enough to manifest it.]
Eustace, I don't know what's going on, but please wake up...
[She really, really doesn't want to hurt him.]