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"A soft hummed tune softly eased Aeva out of her nightmare flooded slumber. The melody was like a chanted circle, soft and around, and around. It made her feel like she was walking through a colorful spiraling tunnel... That twisted and whilred and caught her wonderment with every motion.
Then, she recognised the voice...

Her eyes popped open, and she was certain something had to be a dream, either this, or the day she'd just lived before the night.

Dapple, her son, was lying beside her on the blankets, holding a sewn doll she'd made for him above his head and staring at it with soft eyes... Humming quietly to himself.

At first, she thought that maybe what had happened in the town square had just been a bad dream...
But then, as she looked him over, she saw the criss-cross stitches on the boy's neck.
Then she realized with horror, that he was covered in blood. All over him, red and fresh... It speckled his face like the freckles on his skin. The only thing that wasn't coated in blood, were his soft yellow nightclothes that he now wore.

She immediately bolted upright, and her son... at least, she was pretty sure this was her son. Opened his eyes in horror and gave a shuddering flinch before calming back down again.

"Hello Mama... You scared me!"

The words stuck in her throat like thick cotton... She choked a couple times... Confusion flooded her mind, diluting her sense of reality.

"W... What... What happened?"

Dapple turned the toy in his fingers... Pausing with suspense before speaking softly.
"He wont make you cry no more... No more mama." He whispered, more to the toy than to her.

"Who?" She asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I.. I don't know... I just know he wont make you cry no more..."

Description
"A soft hummed tune softly eased Aeva out of her nightmare flooded slumber. The melody was like a chanted circle, soft and around, and around. It made her feel like she was walking through a colorful spiraling tunnel... That twisted and whilred and caught her wonderment with every motion.
Then, she recognised the voice...

Her eyes popped open, and she was certain something had to be a dream, either this, or the day she'd just lived before the night.

Dapple, her son, was lying beside her on the blankets, holding a sewn doll she'd made for him above his head and staring at it with soft eyes... Humming quietly to himself.

At first, she thought that maybe what had happened in the town square had just been a bad dream...
But then, as she looked him over, she saw the criss-cross stitches on the boy's neck.
Then she realized with horror, that he was covered in blood. All over him, red and fresh... It speckled his face like the freckles on his skin. The only thing that wasn't coated in blood, were his soft yellow nightclothes that he now wore.

She immediately bolted upright, and her son... at least, she was pretty sure this was her son. Opened his eyes in horror and gave a shuddering flinch before calming back down again.

"Hello Mama... You scared me!"

The words stuck in her throat like thick cotton... She choked a couple times... Confusion flooded her mind, diluting her sense of reality.

"W... What... What happened?"

Dapple turned the toy in his fingers... Pausing with suspense before speaking softly.
"He wont make you cry no more... No more mama." He whispered, more to the toy than to her.

"Who?" She asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I.. I don't know... I just know he wont make you cry no more..."