Meeting Pastas/Feeling Terribly Sick

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*Olive's POV*
I woke up only to see Nico on a soft couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, drinking some hot chocolate, his face looking the same shade of green as I looked, too. I didn't feel so good. My stomach felt terrible. I couldn't remember what happened before I got in this mansion in the middle of the forest. My nose felt like it bled. I felt like I was shaking, as though I were a weak little kitten, stranded in the rain. It felt like my sanity were to drain slowly, drip by drip, day by day. My head was spinning. I saw what nightmares where made of. I saw a whole gathering of creepy folks, except some were looking murderous or really scary. I saw a boy with emo-long black hair, a bloodstained hoodie (I hope it's Ketchup!). He had a disgustingly carved face, like he had grabbed a knife and turned himself into a living Jack-O-Lantern. Another looked like Link, except black eyes and tiny red dots in his eyes, and blood running down them. I also saw a...creature with a mask appearing to have black eyes, a mysterious black liquid dripping down them. I saw a creature that needed an award from G. World Records for "Ugliest Unknown Species Walking The Earth." It had long nails and looked bony. I also saw a dog with an unnatural smile, it's eyes looking very immensely scarring to look at. There were others, but I wouldn't be able to describe them without lacking sleep for several months. They politely introduced themselves to me as though it was 'Creepy People Being Officially Nice For A Day' day. There were many names to remember.

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