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Wimmy turns and glares at Entropy. A slight flash of red can be seen in her eyes. She stomps over to Weifell's burrow, and bends down to look in it. "Hey, fuzzy butt! It's morning. Time to wake up."

Weifell woke with a light snort, and then lazily crawled out of the burrow, then stood up a bit to stretch. He yawns, revealing a set of sharp and pointy teeth.

Wimmy hissed. "No. I'm going to go get some veggies. I should be back soon." Wimmy stomps away, looking very miffed. Wimmy never really had a lot of bad dreams, actually. They were only good in her case. Everyone else? Not so much...

Weifell watched the girl walk away, and shrug. "Eh. I don't dream."

"Let them have as much as glee as they wish. I care not what they feel."

 

"Wendy.....Wendy, please...listen to what you're saying. You don't want to die here."

 

"What better would death elsewhere be? I am ready to let it come."

 

"I can get us out of here....I promise."

 

"What proof do you have?"

 

"...Nothing, yet....but i've almost got it. Please, i'm begging you, just hang in there."

 

"If so, then you had better hurry. I may suddenly perish."

Weifell hung his head low hearing that. "I would too...except Death avoids me like a plague...and when he does...everyone else drops dead."

Wimmy yanked some carrots out of the ground, and shadow hands emanating from her feet carried two large beefalo. She just had this urge to rip someone apart. Her mind was just screaming for blood. Human blood.

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