I had meant to do this for Halloween, but several things kept me back, including whether or not to write this or not. Don't expect any of this to be canon in After Story, since it is just something I wrote for Halloween. Just something to read while waiting for After Story, which is hopefully better written than this.
- The first sign to develop was a feeling of weariness or dread. Understandable. The subject began to lose it's appetite and experienced a lack of sleep. Nothing too unusual.
- The subject slipped further into the previous symptoms. Signs of illness are not uncommon among the other subjects.
- Subject began experiencing illness, suddenly and violently. Almost always accompanied by nightmares. It's screams upon waking are...interesting.
- The life faded from their eyes. Depression. Subtle physical signs began to show. It is not too late for it to be saved.
- Emotional outbursts are common. Crazed laughter, screams of anger, uncontrollable sobbing, sometimes all within the span of a few minutes. It's still not too late.
- Hallucinations. The subjects experienced hallucinations. They wail about seeing something in the mirror, yet I see nothing. They are close now, but it could still be saved...No. I have a sworn duty to Nightmare. I will break the subject. Slowly, slowly, I will break them.
- The subject began experiencing severe pains today, but could not explain where the pain originated from. Sometimes...it speaks a garbled sort of language. It's too late, it's SOUL cannot be saved.
- When it's not in pain, it just stares. Stares at me. Nightmare said it won't be long until the process is complete. I don't know how much longer I can bear this.
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- It all went wrong. So wrong. It wouldn't listen. It refused to obey. Nightmare is furious. We spent millions...trillions...maybe even more into this project...and it will take twice as much to repair the damages it left on the company. It had seemed harmless enough, it was just one of those round little creatures...and a rather small one at that, despite being an adult. I believe they were called...puffballs?
- Nightmare wouldn't tell me what became of it. Perhaps he slaughtered it, sold it to some unsuspecting fool, or it escaped. Or perhaps...Nightmare knows of the guilt I now feel for putting the poor creature in so much pain. This is my punishment, I suppose. I will never know what became of the poor soul, with my life at least. Certainly if it ever found me...it would kill me.
- I still see them sometimes, in my sleep. Almost as if silently judging me. It's eyes...It had the most unusual eyes.