Lansirius

Hey you, are you trying to be mean?

The sound came from behind you, but you cannot move. You feel restrained, and as you look down you take note of the ropes about your arms and torso. You are restrained. And yet the chair you are seated upon turns, as much as you don't want it to. But there is nothing frightening in before you, just a pot of red tulips. Tulips aren't frightening in themselves, but you still cannot stand to look at them.

You close your eyes for what seems like an eternity, and listen to the music. Wait, what music? You open your eyes quickly, straining your ears to listen to the faint tune rippling through the darkness.

Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be.

You shiver and close your eyes again as the music seems to haunt the air, causing your hair to stand on end. How did you even end up here? All you can remember is laying down to go to sleep, and then suddenly you are here. In this dark room, but it doesn't seem dark. With the haunting pot of tulips and the song to match. And the voice behind you makes you want to cry.

Hello, prey.

You do not speak. You do not breath, or blink. You do not even stir, do not even strain against the ropes. After a moment of the lingering silence, and then the music starting up again, you glance down at the ropes. But there are no longer ropes binding you, there are chains. A hysterical noise escapes your throat, and then the hearty, demonic voice behind you laughs. Loud, and mocking.

Oh you fool. Do you not understand?

Your chest is heaving with the extremity of your breathing. You feel as though you are being choked, and you almost feel as though you should acknowledge the voice. But before you can you feel it, a body shifting and coming to face you, slithering before you. All you can make out is a silhouette, and red eyes, piercing red eyes.

This is your nightmare.

The creature laughs. You shiver, and realize it all makes sense. It is just a nightmare. But if it is a nightmare, why is this creature so real, so tangible? If you could, you would reach forward and touch it. You can feel the soft gusts of its breath. And you can hear it move, and as it moves something bright appears from nowhere. A red ball, but it seems to be crystal. A red crystal ball?

The creature holds the orb before you, inches from your nose, and then pushes it against your face. And then it's gone, and you feel something different. Cold, sharp, five against your right cheek. Claws. And then pain, sharp pain. You cry out, but you do not wake.

I am in control here.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the pain throbs, and the creature laughs. The tulips linger behind it, taunting. So peaceful, so quaint. You tremble and sob, but nothing happens. If it's a dream, why won't you wake?

However, you are not the man I seek.

And as his final words die off, it seems as though everything is pulled into a black hole, spiraling and chaotic. And suddenly you sit bolt upright, a scream dying on your lips and a burning sensation on your cheek. You look about frantically, but you are in your own home, snug in your own bed. You feel your cheek, but the skin is smooth and unbroken. And you notice the single red tulip on the end of your bed, and can still hear the last dying line of the song.

And tiptoe through the tulips with me.

There's no time to discriminate.

Hey you, what do you see?

♆ The description most described: He is a creature of medium size, and he ha sa very angular frame. His pelt or skin is believed to be black and without any markings. He has large, bat-like wings, also believed to be black. He has a thin tail with a small, sharp barb on the end. He has red eyes with cat-like slits for pupils. He has two curved horns on his head, somewhat like an Antelope's horns. He has large, thin ears, similar to that of a Fennec Fox. His hind legs are thick with muscle, and are very similar to those of a Bull. His front legs are shorter than his rear legs, however still tightly muscled. They are close to that of a large cat or wild canine, however the toes are very hand and can grab, like a Lemur's. Large, sharp claws are also dominant on his front legs. Some say there is extra fur about his neck and face, but it cannot be certain.

The worms will live in every host.

The weak ones are there to justify the strong.

The beautiful people, the beautiful people.

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And I don't want you and I don't need you.

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