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It's [not] only a Nightmare

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        "Yoù'́re͞ t҉e̴lling̴ ͞m͘e ̷tha̸t ͟yo̷ù c̸a̶ń't̕ br̶eàk ̸on͢e͜ ̸beińg?̶ ̷I͢t'̨s̢ hąl͠f hu͢ma͠n̨!̨"
"He ̕is̨ a͝ d͡æ̴mon̷.́ ́His ̵m̸ind҉ ̴is͠ ̢n̶ot̨ a̶s̴ s͠ùscep͝t́ib҉l̡e͠ ̸t̛o͞ su҉c̕h͏ ̷metho̧ds̷. ́Pe̴rh̨ap͜s ̕w̴e͠ ̀m̡ay̶ ̧re͘sơrt͏ ҉t̨o m͢o͠re̵, '̢ưnc̡o̷n̛v̸eǹtio̶nal' m̴e͠th͟od̡s?"
        The shadow snorted. "A͡nd ẁhat ̕d͝o ͠yo͘u sųgģe͠s͝t."̸
        "His humąn͟ side ͝w̴on't ͟c̵o̴operat̨ę, ̵b͢u͠t͡ ͢h҉is dæmon͝ ͜s͡ide...͏ i̛f͠ ̛W͠il̛f̵ord-̵"͝
        ҉"̶No̸. ͡H͏e͝ is ̛ǹo̸t ͝rel̕i̶a̵b̨l̨e̡.̀ ̶I͟'m҉ ̵n̵ot́ ̶b͝rin̷gi͜n̛g ̛hi͞m͞ into t͏hi̛s͠."̴
"Dr̀iv͞i̡n̡g ͢hi̢m t͢o ̴i̷n͢san̡i͜t͏y ̷wil͞l t͘a͢k͢e̷ ̛s̕igni҉f̸ic̸an͢t͏l͢ỳ ̵le̛ss ̸t͘ime ͘w̢i̸thout ̶hi҉m.͠" The shadow paused. "If͠ ͝you͜ mųst d͘i҉sm͢i̕s̶s ͟Ẁilfo͢rd̡, ther͞e i͘s͡ ͏on͢e͠ o̵t̛her͜ wè ͜co̷ưld͞ ̧us̴e. A ̷c̛e͠rtáin conductoŗ has͞ d͘i̶scover͜ed hi͜s dæ҉m͡o̕n̴ ̴ŕećen̶tl̸y."
        The shadow nodded. Yo̢ur͝ rea͡so̧nin̷g͜ h̸o͏ld͘s p̀r͢oḿise.͠ Go̸.̡ Ini͞ti̢ate ̶yo͝u̡r plan.̵ ͟B͞ŕi͞ng ͠th̴i҉s dæ̀mon̶ ̕tó- h̕o̷ẃ w͟o͟ùl̡d hè ̨sa̶y͘?̸-҉ B͞re͜ak His̀ ̀M̸in̢d͝."҉ Dark grinned evilly and slipped back into the shadows. The shadow stood for a moment, then warped to inform Wilford of this development.

                          

        ♬ "Break his Mind?" ♬ Natemare looked up from sharpening the bone saw. Blue streaks came from his eyes, like painted-on tears. "You intrigue me. Continue."
"̢Th̀er̶é ̵i͏s̕ n͠oth̸i̶ng̛ ͟m̛or͡e t̀o̴ ͞s̛ay̸. ͞Anti̡s͠eptice҉ỳé ͞ha̶s͢ ̸g̕o͞ne ͜r̴o͝u̢g͘e̶, ͜aǹḑ ̀w͟e̕ ̴ne͝ed́ ͜t͜o ͢fix ͢tḩa͞t҉.͞ ̛W̨e n̢eed ̵t͝o͝ ̨dr͞iv͡e h͢i͢m to̢ ̀in͡sanity."͜​​​​​​​
Natemare grinned evilly, slinging the bone saw over his shoulder. "When do we start? ♬ It's been so long,♬ I can't wait to begin." His eyes flared purple. ♬ "Where does he live?" ♬

                          

        The man sat in a chair, frantically scribbling at his notepad. He wore a red-and-white pinstripe shirt, a bright pink mustache just under his nose. He paused as he felt a slight breeze, and he turned to face the newcomer. ̷"̷It's̛ ͏be͡e̛n̶ awhil͝e, ̨ha̡sn'̶t͝ ́i͝t̛,͜ ̷﷼₾₰₹૱₪?"​​​​​​​
"̀C̛ut̨ ̴t͡h҉e ̴s͘h͝i̢t, W͞arf͜sta̷c͠he,͜ t́h̛ere̢'s͘ ̴s͜omet̀h̀i͏n̨ǵ ̴I ha̡v̛e͝ ҉to ̢t͢e̕ĺl͜ y̴o͢u̵.̛"͠​​​​​​​

                          
        "҉I̛s it ̀t͜he̶ infám̸o͠ưs͡ A͘nti͟se͘p͟t̛içe̛y̶e?́"​​​​​​​ The shadow didn't need to respond, Wilford saw it in his eyes. "Yo̵u ̕w͝a̴n͟t ̨me ͢t̵o ̶mes̕s̷ ̧wi͠th h̴i̶s͏ hèa̴d̛."̨​​​​​​​
        The shadow straightened up. ̢"̶If y͢ou͟'̷re up ̕t̕o ̧t͏he task."​​​​​​​
Wilford snorted. "́D̴o͢n't͞ yo͡u̧ ̴w͜or̛ry your̶ lįttl͢e͘ hea̡d͟ ̸ab͡o͢u̡t͡ th́at.͘ ̀Wil͞f͡o̷r҉d ́Wa҉r̵f͞stac̕he҉ k̸no҉ws w̵h͡at'̸s bès͘t.̕"​​​​​​​ He resumed his scribbling, dismissing the shadow.
Pompous as always. The shadow slipped off. There was one human he'd been watching closely, and now it was time for his test.​​​​​​​
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