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Sloth opened her eyes and found herself looking over her sleeping body. She thought to herself ~Trippy...Well whatever, just a dream right?~ She turned her head and looked around the room, noticing all of the shelves of computer hardware and wires. She chuckled to herself mentally, amazed that she was able to recall the computer room so clearly. usually when she dreamed she would be fuzzy on her surroundings and only focus on the events or people appearing in her dreams. She began to move around, noticing that she was much taller and larger then her actual size, even in comparison to her dream. She guessed that this, apparently lucid dream, was her dreaming of being someone (or something) else.

She turned to the door and reached her hand out, noticing that her hand was a large, monstrous looking hand. Pitch black, and instead of fingers more like jagged claws. She shuddered and mouthed "woah" without making a sound, realizing that she had no voice while in this form. She shrugged, still believing that it was simply a dream. Now she reached her hand to the knob, slowly twisting and opening the door slightly. She looked outside too see Pride cutting himself and healing it instantly and then turned back in disgust.

She thought to herself ~Jesus christ...What the hell is going!? wait...Calm down, breathe.~ She took several long, drawn out breaths, and as she calmed herself down, reinforcing the idea of this only being a dream inside her mind. She then turned back to the door, and opened it slowly, looking to everybody that was there. She noticed Wrath was still gone, and that Lust and Envy were also missing, leaving only Greed, Gluttony, and Pride.

(Gonna god mod this for a bit, sorry but I think it's a little necessary to move this along)

Then they all turned to face her, and she was met with blank stares. She waited for someone to say something and when they remained quiet, she took a step towards them, and they all backed away. She reached out towards them and before she even reached any of them, one of them picked something up from the table and smacked her hand away. She didn't feel any sensations of pain, or not even any physical touch. She pulled her hand back in reflex, but she reached out again and this time when one of them went to swat the hand away, it shifted it's shape.

The hand shifted into the form of a blade, cutting the object they swung at her with relative ease. She merely stared at her hand, trying to assess what the hell was going on. While she didn't feel anything, something about this whole situation was off putting, and something in the back of her head was starting to force the idea that this wasn't a simple dream anymore.