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Sure, I have more dreams like it if you need more inspiration :)

Had a terrible dream where I was stalked and attacked several times by this person. It’s not the first time I’ve had dreams like this. I get bad dreams, nightmares, and sleep paralysis from overheating or sleeping at the wrong angle. This time just felt weirdly personal.

I was trying to protect someone else, a girl younger than me. I knew the stalker was after me, but I still didn’t want her in harms way. A few times we outsmarted him, but when I thought she was safe, the stalker basically held her captive till he knew I was there.

I went to find her and he started chasing me. He tackled me to the ground in the street and beat me with golf clubs and a mallet and something sharp. I protected my face and tried to grab at his weapons to stop him. I managed to hit him back. Maybe I killed him with his own weapon. I don’t know.

Afterward, he was being investigated and they found a lot of evidence of his obsession with me. It wasn’t romantic or anything, he just kept following me and drawing pictures. Pages after pages. I flipped through his journals. Boxes upon boxes of brown paper sketches. Some were graphic and brutal and others were just…me.

That’s when I got woken up, so I guess that’s over.

I get a lot of bad dreams, but this was one of the worst. For now.

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Had a terrible dream where I was stalked and attacked several times by this person. It’s not the first time I’ve had dreams like this. I get bad dreams, nightmares, and sleep paralysis from overheating or sleeping at the wrong angle. This time just felt weirdly personal.

I was trying to protect someone else, a girl younger than me. I knew the stalker was after me, but I still didn’t want her in harms way. A few times we outsmarted him, but when I thought she was safe, the stalker basically held her captive till he knew I was there.

I went to find her and he started chasing me. He tackled me to the ground in the street and beat me with golf clubs and a mallet and something sharp. I protected my face and tried to grab at his weapons to stop him. I managed to hit him back. Maybe I killed him with his own weapon. I don’t know.

Afterward, he was being investigated and they found a lot of evidence of his obsession with me. It wasn’t romantic or anything, he just kept following me and drawing pictures. Pages after pages. I flipped through his journals. Boxes upon boxes of brown paper sketches. Some were graphic and brutal and others were just…me.

That’s when I got woken up, so I guess that’s over.

I get a lot of bad dreams, but this was one of the worst. For now.

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“I can leave, if you want. I mean, I probably should leave-“

“No, no. Please stay…I thought….I thought I might not see you again.”

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“How often do you eat? Can’t be often enough, looks like you’re competing for twig of the year.”

“It’s not like getting blood is easy. This place is full of cameras and mics. Biting is only gonna lead to more scrutiny.”

“Since when are you scared of humans? You used to terrorize for a living!”

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“God, you’re so disappointing. I gave you the easiest one to kill and you didn’t even get the information before finishing them off.”

“But you told me-“

“Forget what I told you. You’re your own person. You need to listen to your own brain for once before you kill someone. Well, someone important.”

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Something about a guard dog character always being covered in chains. Maybe they are decoration, or a symbol of their duty, or their weapon, or all of the above. No matter how far they go, they will always find the end of the chain and be brought back ‘home’ again.

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“I don’t want to fight you.”

“Oh, bullshit. You’ve wanted to fight everyone and everything for years. I’m just giving you a real opponent.

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Do you think it’d be worse for a Living Weapon Whumpee to find out that they’re the only one, or that they’re just another soldier in an endless battle.

Would they have hope knowing they’re taking themselves and the weapon they are out of battle? Or would it feel ultimately meaningless, whether another or thousands more could be created just as quickly?

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“I have to say, it is good to see you again. Well, most of you. What happened to your eye?”

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“The two of you? Working together? Am I in hell?”

“No, unfortunately we’re all still alive.”

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The protégé of the whumpee finding out that their teacher is functionally immortal. Not immune to pain, damage, and destruction, but able to survive whatever they go through, even if only hanging on by a thread.

They watch their teacher nearly die time and time for them, too shocked to really understand. But over time, they become complacent. A less competent fighter because they know their teacher will always be able to swoop in and save them. They take it for granted.

Until their teacher doesn’t come back. They can’t come back. Not this time. And it’s all because of them.

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“Quit fighting me. If you keep walking on that foot you’re going to lose it.”

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“Next time you get into a fight, could you pick someone weaker than you? At this rate, you’re not gonna have many teeth left. Or much brains.”

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“I don’t see you as…injured.”

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“Are you injured? Are you bleeding? No? Then get back out there.”

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The whumpee struggling to eat or drink because of a throat injury.

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“Little bird, I don’t hear you singing.”