It's the dead of the night
| You just woke up from a nightmare, heart jumping in your chest.
Your dream-catcher lays destroyed in the floor; the thing from your nightmare has escaped.
With the moonlight breaking through your window, you see thrle dresser, a notebook and some plushies sprawled on the floor, and the chest at the foot of your bed.
| All my nightmares ended either in me violently beating the problem to death(or undeath, depending on the nature) or raping it if it is female. Same rules apply.
| is this a confession
| >>1078678
You let the rage consume you, and jump out of bed clenching your fists.
All of your nightmares until now have ended with you violently beating the problem to death, or raping it, and this will be no exception.
You're standing in the room besides your bed, the notebook/plushies, wardrobe and chest.
>what to do
| >find pc
>log into random minecraft server
>xray for dirt until the rage goes away
>jerk off and glue the dreamcatcher back together with your jizz
>go to sleep
| >kall jeestah
| >>1078693
You ram the door open, gritting your teeth
"Imma gonna play some fucking minecraft" you think to yourself, as you press the power button on the PC.
Silence.
You try again, groaning.
Silence.
After a third failed try, you roar, punching the machine until its no more than a broken pile of rubble.
| >>1078699
You stand in the living room, more enraged than ever. The TV is on, blarting the sound of static and illuminating the sofa. In front of the sofa, theres a small coffee table with scissors and a bloody human eye.
There's a window, its curtains are closed.
>what to do
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