-nightmare- The Mimic Script -

He reaches the shrine steps. The offering box is full of teeth. Human teeth. Arranged in a spiral. He doesn't stop.

– a single, wet crunch. Then silence.

Then his reflection smiles.

No footsteps. No breathing. No chase music. The Mimic doesn't chase. It arrives . -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script

– the footsteps stop directly behind him. Warm breath on his neck. But the breath smells like dirt. Like something that was buried and forgot to finish rotting. He reaches the shrine steps

– a lantern being lit. Footsteps. One heavy. One dragging slightly. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script