Back and forward.
Back and foward.
Back and forward.
Doctor Sylvester Ashling was curled up into a ball, rocking back and forward in the middle of a room.
His heart was pounding, his mind was racing, and he couldn't even muster the strength to speak.
Barely managing to gather the strength, Sylvester laid himself down on the floor, shaking profoundly. He couldn't really do anything else, he was way too weak to even try to stand.
It was an accident. A stupid mistake. What was he supposed to do? How could he fix this? How could he make this better?
He had no idea.
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yiKES thats not good
anyways i literally just wrote what i think would happen if sylvie somehow casted nightmare fuel on himself going by zack's words
this is most likely 100% inaccurate but wHATEVER its kinda sad so publish time fuck yeah
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Nightmare Fuel ; Sylvester Ashling
Short Storysylvester did the opposite of a big brain move and accidentally casted nightmare fuel on himself i dont know how he did it dont ask me im not smart shush
