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Riley Marx
Legacy Name: Riley Marx

The Nightmare Keeto
Owner: CalicoMohawk

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 17th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 17th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 12
   
• Strength: 17
   
• Defense: 24
   
• Speed: 11
   
• Health: 13
   
• HP: 13/13
   
• Intelligence: 46
   
• Books Read: 46
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Stock Worker

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~UNDER CONSTRUCTION~
NightMaRe
"DaRe to dreaM?"

There are spirits who are assigned to specific people each night they sleep. It's there job, depending on what they're categorized as, to invade people's sleep and give them their dream... Or nightmare.

Coded by: dreamsky____________________________________________________________________________________

10:09P.M.
You finally lay down for a good night's rest. Pulling the covers slightly over your head, you curl into a small ball. As you drift off, you see a strange figure behind your eyes. The only thing you can see clearly is a wide glistening grin. You brush it off and fall into a nice slumber.

12:36P.M.
You wake up a little shaken. The whole time you were sleeping consisted of tossing and turning from a bad dream. You can't seem to remember what happened in it, the only thing your mind can recall is the creepy smile from earlier. You decide it's just imagination and go back to bed; you need your rest.

3:52A.M.
This time you wake up a bit more disturbed. You can remember more from this dream than the other, but not much. You were in your house, as always, and there was a tapping on the door. The next thing you remember, when you answered it there was only darkness, and that damn bright-white smirk. Pulling the covers farther over your head, you try again for a decent night's sleep.

4:37
In this dream, the grinning darkness took the form of a human-like creature. He had the body of a person, but his eyes were all black spirals, the pupils ivory. His smile, still there and wider than ever, took up too much of his face to be normal, and his dark fingernails came to points at the ends. This monster had somehow ended up in your house, stalking around and searching for you. You were watching him, crouched down, from behind the kitchen sink. There was a pot in your hand, a weapon, but when he finally found you, you froze. He crouched down with you, his smile growing even wider; something you thought impossible. You noticed blood had begun dripping down his face and hands, and wondered where it was from. He reached for his pocket when you woke with a start.

6:29A.M.
Screaming, you sit up in bed. You didn't even know you'd fallen asleep. This dream was worse, much worse. It began in your house, where the last one left off. Suddenly, you were in a dark alley just outside a bar. You were heading to your car that was parked around the corner, on the main street. There was the sound of a can being kicked, and you turned to find a gun pointed right at your head. Freezing, you drop your wallet -it was all you had carried with you besides your keys- it was him. He had that same smile on, the same darkness surrounding him. Your thoughts flash to your family: the loving husband, the children you may never see again... Seeing the pain caused by those thoughts, he cocked his head and smiled wider, again something you thought impossible. Then, he pulled the trigger...
Still shivering and starting to get a headache, you resolve to just stay awake rather than suffer another nightmare such as that.


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Also, nightmares especially, tend to give dreams that are the stories of how they died.
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