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[color=sandybrown]LOCATION;[/color] DREAMSCAPE/UNREALITY - BATTLE LOCATION.
[color=sandybrown]INTERACTIONS;[/color] N/A.[hr]

"[color=sandybrown]We're only human, y'know.[/color]" he said conversationally to the man that was occupied beneath his swarm. "[color=sandybrown]Me, you, we're both humans but while [i]I[/i] can do all of [i]this[/i], you can't. What do you think causes it?[/color]"

Though Sleeper didn't expect an answer, the man was fairly busy at the moment. He was busy screaming and crying as a cockroach buried into his ear. He found that his nightmare victims were often far too busy to hold proper conversation with him, but he liked to try anyway. He didn't get much outside conversation, so even if the conversational partner was screaming and sobbing under six layers of hell, they were still a welcomed change.

This man didn't seem to have a high tolerance for pain and fear, he was cracking very easily. The only way that Sleeper was able to keep him in the dreamscape was by pinning him there forcefully. He just had to keep building on the dream. More insects, more torture, [i]more of that terrible screaming[/i]. 

He [i]hated[/i] screaming but he was [i]used to it[/i]. The flies came next, gathering in clusters on any of the small wounds that the man had gotten. They would be ticklish and uncomfortable, they would slowly start to get painful. The ticks followed the flies, burrowing into his flesh wherever they found the most warmth. The screaming was dying into a kind of stunned silence. He could only hear the gasping sobs now.

"[b]You're not real-[/b]"

"[color=sandybrown]Little did anyone know, [i]that's the first step to fighting me.[/i][/color]"

"[b]This is a dream![/b]" 

"[color=sandybrown]Sleeper's the name, dreaming is the game.[/color]" he confirmed, feeling just a bit bad and deciding to draw some of the more aggressive insects back with a flick of his wrist. 

They disappeared, completely ceasing to exist in this dreamscape any longer. He had started to get tired of looking at the centipede maggots, it was good to see them gone. He let the smaller insects continue their burrowing but the man was sitting up and trying to knock them aside. He was practically flailing to get them off of his body. Spiders and cockroaches were scattering around him. 

He was becoming too lucid for the Sleeper's taste, lucid dreaming could end in a full on dream fight.

[i]That wouldn't do[/i].
A frog materalized, leaping straight into his open mouth and pushing to get into his throat. The man began to panic and hack to try to free himself of the creature. When he did manage to hack it up, Silas changed it's form into a mass of dead insect carcasses. Their bodies were slimy and bloody, mashed together as if they had been chewed on and spat out.

The man retched at the sight and black slime began to drip from between his lips. His hands flew up to his mouth and he rubbed at the goop that was leaking down his chin. He spat and globs of black gelatinous material splattered all over the ground, insects quickly evacuating so that it didn't hit them. The man opened his mouth to wail, finding that the material had gotten thicker and stickier. It was steadily becoming a challenge for him to move his mouth.

It was sliding down his throat, the taste was tar and motor oil and he found that his teeth would part no longer. He tried to force his mouth open, clawing at his lips and pulling at his jaw. The black fluid was starting to leak out of his nose and bubble out the sides of his mouth through his saliva. He was gurgling and whimpering. Black began to dribble from his tear ducts, dripping into the ashen ground below. 

His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. He wasn't dead by a long shot, just so scared that he fainted. The slime formed into one neat garden snake that exited through his nose, which probably would have scared him even more if he had been awake to witness it. The Sleeper kneeled close to the ground and held his hand out to the scaley creature, letting it inch closer before tapping it's nose with his fingertip. It disappeared, leaving behind a puddle of black ooze.

With the Zookeeper successfully wrangled, he allowed himself to pull back from the dreamscape. It was hard to pull back without being startled from it, he just had to slowly unthread the needle. When he finally pulled free, he opened his eyes to find that he hadn't been trampled yet and that the outside world was just as glaringly bright as he remembered. 

Most of the metallic creatures had been beaten, except for the elephant. He tried to stand, the world tilted around him and he clutched his head. He stumbled a few steps until he was standing near the sleeping body of the Zookeeper, he crumpled back into a kneeling position beside him. His vision kept getting bleary, his back was stinging and his shirt was sticky with blood.  His head was spinning and he was feeling pretty dazed, he tried to focus on watching his fellow heroes finish the battle though. 
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