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Remember: everything Nightmare says is made up.
The king of nightmares sat on his throne, slowly looking over the newcomer brought before him. His expression is a mix of something between disgust and intrigue; he is scanning over the troublesome arrivals, though he is unaware of their nature. An ally? An enemy? He'd find out one way or another. He leans forward, a single teal eye narrowing slightly as he speaks in a gravelly, rough tone. State. Your name.
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