Berkely: Awoken Vengeance

Dream Zone: Reven Intro

In the heat of a wonderful sexually curious dream of Pretty Jenny the hot thot redhead 18 year old neighbor who would do anything to get her way, the images of bed sheets and clapped cheeks escaped the young pubescent and slightly growing mind of a 16 year old "troll" named Ronathan (Ron for short) Abrahim Berkely as the tone switched something morbid. As he held her in a missionary position while she screamed about him buying her some baby formula for her 4th child, none of which are his, her face warps....
The pupils of her dark brown eyes filled her eye socket to the brim.
Her teeth, fingernails, and toenails grew to an abnormal length.
Her lungs became crowded from all the bodily transformation that she could only make snarls and grunts, leaving drool dripping down the side of her face.
Ron, with his eyes closed, does not realize that she is metamoprhasizing continues stirring her insides as her now 5 inch and growing nails cusp the side of his neck.
He proceeded to move until he hears a voice.... the voice goes...

???: Kid, I'm surprised you're not finished yet; I woulda been done 20 minutes ago.. or before she transformed into whatever this thing is.... whichever came last.

* Ron jumps back and sees the horrid figure and dreams it out of his dream and out of his memories to avoid being traumatized*

???: See...now what if you couldn't just send it away... what if this was chasing you... what if Pretty Jenny wants you now.... what you gonna do...?.Would u still fuck her like that after what you saw cuz... I would if you won't just saying!

Ron: What the hell? Who the hell are you? Why are you in my mind... and stop reminding me about things I don't want to remember!

Reven: I am Reven, seeker of lost souls and protector of your  obituary.

Ron:I'm gonna die!?!?

Reven: That's up to you, kid I'm just doing my job

Ron: Does every kid have an obituary protector...?

Reven: yeah, yeah we're a real famous form of work Dozens of us ...how was that nightmare I created for you by the way? I think she was still pretty cute.

Ron:Please stop....

Reven: The way her eyes rolled back... or rolled in rather. Very classy if I do say so myself.

Ron: Please...

Reven: Do you think that you still have a chance?

Ron: I said STOP!!!

The dream fades away and you can hear Reven's raspy crackling laugh as the light shines from the basement window on the lawn Ron awakes from his deep slumber at 9AM with a razor slash mark across his forearm diagonally as it bleeds out slowly he noticed that he had a hard on, so he pulled out his emergency tissues and alcohol wiped his arm and as soon as he began to reach for his shorts, he gets a knock on the window.

Ron: *says to himself* if it's Jwon.... I swear to god himself...

As he walks to the window he sees a pair of hairless pale legs that rub him the right way and booty shorts that rub him an even better way. The figure crouches in front of the window.

Pretty Jenny: Hi Ryan♡♡♡

Ron: You mean Ron....?

Pretty Jenny: Same difference.... hey I need a favor... a really big one and if you do it, it might just be worth your while * she rubs on her inner thigh covered by her white,skin repressed, shorts*

Ron: * he smirks* What's this favor again... you need to borrow one of my dad's tools or my mom's clothes???

Pretty Jenny: I need you to come outside so I can see you....I have the house to myself and I want you there.... now!

Tension Rose.

Ron: You know I don't leave the house... why can't you come over here like when we were kids...

Pretty Jenny: Because... *her voice softens to a seductive whisper* because... we aren't kids anymore... I'm a woman... and you're a man right!

Ron: But still....I don't like the air outside it's bad quality...

Pretty Jenny: and so is the air inside this underground tool shed, but you don't see me making excuses for you.

He slowly walks up the creaky stairs, grabbing onto the railing for support, turns the knob just to discover that the door is locked and the cackling rings throughout the ears of young Ron and he falls down his steps, begging to be saved as his cut on his forearm reopens bigger than before oozing blood from multiple sides as he is unconscious.