I screeched as I was attacked by the Guardians. Again. Haven't they ever heard of retreating? Apparently not. Anyway, I have no idea why they are trying to fight me; they know I can't fight back. After the nightmares had dragged me down here, I couldn't do much but try to get away. I failed every time. And now I was being fought after I had all my strength trying to escape the nightmares. Soon I was pinned down on the floor. "What the hell do you want from me?!" I yelped as I struggled. I recieved no answer. Only Sanderson shooting a streak of dreamsand straight at my heart. OH NO NO NO NO NO! He's doing the same thing I did to him! Only difference is that it has another effect on me. It doesn't absorb me; it makes me turn into a little puppet for the Sandman! I thrashed in pain as it consumed me. I tried to fight it off, but it was no use. I hate to admit it but I was too weak. I passed out.
When I awoke, I realized I wasn't in my lair anymore; I was in North's Workshop. Hissing slightly, I tried to sit up but I couldn't. Ah, just as I suspected. I wasn't in control anymore. I inwardly sighed and accepted my fate; I would never be a threat again...
~END~
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