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[lingeringfear]

Ah... don't mind the lights. I thought they might set the mood a little.

[Fear smiles into the camera. His face is eerily lit by some type of hanging lamp above him, which seems to sway gently in the nonexistent wind. The smile is predatory, the tone is light, yet sinister.]

To all of you new humans, my name is Fear. I opened the Door, and now I've decided to stop your light that has been so generously provided to you since your arrival. For this next few days, I'd like to promote a contest: whoever can scare their fellow friends the most, be it through stories, jokes, or bodily harm- will receive a blessing from me. I'll only give out three blessings.

[There's a pause.]

-ah, and you have five days. Good luck.

[The feed shuts off there. A few minutes later, a new text post from Fear arrives on the network]

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was afraid of death. Whenever he went out to play, he would hide in a small cave near his home and hope that none of the predators came to eat him up. One day he found a small pathway in the cave, just big enough to fit his body through. He thought he heard the thump of footsteps from outside so he forced himself into the pathway. It twisted and turned so much that light no longer shone through and he was alone in the dark- or so he thought.

He began to hear a soft thump in the wall that he was pressed against. And again. And again. And it came louder and louder, faster and faster. The boy scrambled backward, trying to get back to the surface of the cave, but when he reached the entrance, he only found another wall. In complete darkness, with the thumping sounding like a giant drum in his ears, he screamed.

Some days later, a search party finally found a trace of him when they found... a human heart, still thumping on the ground next to a crumbling rock wall!!!

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[dogsanddaughters]

guess that makes sense

also do YOU get afraid ever? or is that just something you eat

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[lingeringfear]

I'm capable of feeling fear myself, yes.

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[dogsanddaughters]

so what scares you?

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[lingeringfear]

That's a question for another time.

I'm more interested in what scares you.

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[dogsanddaughters]

That's boring

And if you were paying attention youd already know

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[lingeringfear]

Well, i can kill the dog if you really think I haven't been paying attention.

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[dogsanddaughters]

now whyd you have to do that

i was being nice to you

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[lingeringfear]

I'm just saying that I have been paying attention.

I just like to hear you talk about it.

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[dogsanddaughters]

What you get off on that or something?

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[lingeringfear]

I get power from fear. Surely you've heard that. It's in my best interests to listen to stories about it.

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[dogsanddaughters]

i know THAT

i mean is it fun
or it is just something you do

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[lingeringfear]

It's something I need to do, and the power from making you recall your fears is nice, even if it isn't significant.

I thought it would be simpler to listen to you recount stories, but none of you seem to be too fond of it.

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[dogsanddaughters]

huh

so does it work the other way too???
i mean
if you can get scared
does something else eat your fear?

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[lingeringfear]

What makes you think I get scared?

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[dogsanddaughters]

you told me

unless you were lying
but you wouldnt do that would you
because that would be rude

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[lingeringfear]

No, I can't argue that. I suppose trying to seem intimidating doesn't work very well when you're contradicting yourself.

For the record, nothing feeds off of my fear.

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[dogsanddaughters]

we r people its kinda what we do buddy

so then whatve you gotta be scared of????

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[lingeringfear]

Well... losing power, I suppose. That would not be ideal for me.

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[dogsanddaughters]

guess not

[Hmm.]

if i tell you something that scares me will you keep talking with me?

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[lingeringfear]

Yes.

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[dogsanddaughters]

okay

[It's only fair.]

when i dont see my mom for a while i start thinking she got caught again and theyll hurt her

i have nightmares about that sometiems

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[lingeringfear]

Who are 'they'?

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[dogsanddaughters]

the sons of plunder
bad people

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[lingeringfear]

What do they do?

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[dogsanddaughters]

killed my friend
hurt him first though


they sell people you know


must be nice knowing theres something worse than you huh? least youre hungry
they just like it