Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20171018155146/@comment-34100315-20180123191727

Speaking of nightmares, Cole was having one.

In her dreams, the penguin was in the middle of a black void, strapped to a lawn chair. She heard swooshing sounds of the wind. The penguin's eyes dotted around the room. "W-what.." she whimpered. She heard a male voice softly whisper "Cole.. it's time for you to DIE!" into her ear, and she felt a chainsaw go through her body.

She woke up in the morning, screaming with her flippers flailing.