Examinations. Freya stared down at the box that was blinking up at her innocently, ready to measure her Fear. She didn't want to do this. In fact, if there was one thing Freya could have said she definitely didn't want to do when she woke up today, taking an exam would have been top on her list. Perhaps equal or just under it would be 'visit Lark' and see Herryk kissing another ghoul'.
But, here she was, ready to unleash her Fear and have a little black box score her on how well she did it. The last time she'd unleashed her Fear, she'd failed horribly. Would this be a fantastic failure repeat, she wondered?
Either way, at least she could face Hel and say that she tried.
Freya closed her eyes, and her wings flapped out to their full span beside her, the tips reaching out as far as they could go. She concentrated, and her body glowed just slightly, before blurring out. Or was she blurring at all? As her Fear continued to build, it was clear that her body wasn't blurring, so much as multiplying - and with a burst of light, Freya's body split into several clones, all of which looked, and moved, exactly like her.
When she opened her eyes again, so did all of her clones.
"Niiiice." All of them said in unision.
Then they turned to the side, put their arms on each others hips, and started a conga line.
Several stupid tricks later, the Freyas could be found forming a pyramid, with the real Freya climbing on top.
Sufficed to say, the Fear meter was reading some epic levels of distraction.
Score: 8
