Sara went home that night with her Dad. She brushed her teeth just like normal. She washed up just like normal. She even put on her pijamas and went to bed just like normal. But when she fell asleep, she started to have strange dreams.

It started with Sara walking through a forest....

Again...?

Sara kept walking, but looked around as she did so.

OOC: Sara Rolls Wits + Composure

OOC: 22:02, Today: Sara rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7,2,4,9,7)).

Sara was dreaming and in the dream, she wasn't completely in control of how she felt. There was an external presence deciding how she felt.

After the never ending lights of the city, Sara felt in the dream world that she underestimated the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In her mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. Sara was in too far in to turn back, the twilight she had mistaken for night had passed rapidly. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled with dirt. She began to breathe the cool air more rapidly. The darkness pressed in on her from all sides and her body screamed for her to run. She sank to his bottom on the damp earth of late spring and settled in to wait for dawn. All the while she listened for the bears and the wolves...

And then she was alerted to something else...

There was an unknown, unknowable presence of some kind. Something that transcended the dark forest. It could not be seen nor could it be touched. But it was there.

Sara stood up. It's just a dream, she told herself, though she knew now that a dream could not be easily dismissed. "Who's there?" she asked, more weakly than she wished.

It was just a dream, wasn't it?

The bare branches of each tree spiked into the sky - no sign of life to be found anywhere. It was so dark Sara was barely able to see where she was going. There were only small sounds of rustling bushes and the howl of the wind. She didn't know what laid in the dark forest, all she knew was that something was there.

And it answered her without words.

It wanted to know what Sara's favorite color was...

Blue...

And with that answer, blue mushrooms with a halo-like glow sprouted up on either side of Sara's feet. They extended and winded their way throughout the dark forest, illuminating a potential path. Their blue spots on white mushroom tips seemed to beckon Sara to follow.

There was a growing darkness that hovered over the forest. It wasn't as much as something that Sara felt as it was something that Sara heard. A storm was coming.

But the entity in the forest wanted more.

It wanted to know what Sara's favorite game to play was....

Well, pranks probably didn't count, so... Tag.

The path was suddenly alight with the danging ghosts of kids playing. Sara could see that the phantasms were dancing running and playing tag a she continued to walk along the forest path. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, she saw felt that whatever it was wanted to know more.

It wanted to know what Sara wanted more than anything else.....

That gave her a longer pause. Sara watched the kids for a few moments, then screwed up her face and stared into the thicket, as if expecting the presence to be more there than anywhere else. "What do you mean?" she asked, stalling for time.

In a way that only made sense in a dream, there was a feeling or a sensation coupled with nonsensical visions. Floating pink elephants and geometric shapes pressed upon the phantasmagorical kids who were playing tag. All this would have meant nothing to anyone observing the dream or anyone that Sara would tell the dream to.

But in the dream it all made sense.

Whatever was out there or in Sara's own head was asking a question:

What was did Sara want more than anything?

"...To be a monster. A big, scary monster that doesn't have to put up with anyone... and that can scare both adults and kids."

There was a blooming sensation in Sara's stomach. It rose into her chest and as it did, she felt herself lifted off of the forest floor. She felt like whatever was helping her was actually pulling her upward.

The only thing that it wanted to know now was why. Why did Sara want to become a monster more than anything else?

"Because... people are annoying and monsters are cool."

OOC: Sara Joins Thread

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