That night... | Closed to DF
[He'd sat up fighting the good fight while trying to entertain himself with the network. Slowly but surely fatigue was winning out. He was sitting against the wall, eyelids growing heavy as he nodded off a few times. But he always snapped his head back up and scowled, trying to shake it off.
It wasn't long before he lost his grip completely and passed out. He was silent for a while, it wasn't until an hour or so in that he seemed kind of troubled. Then it start it out soft and pathetic, tiny little whimpers escaping his throat. He shifted around where he sat, tensing and writhing, brow furrowed as the Nightmare gripped him.]
No... No... [He snarled and twisted his head.] No. Leave me alone... stop, STOP!!