Prompt 2
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It was late. Emily had been up late, chittering on IRC and enjoying relaxing post-patrol by settling in, sighing softly as she nestled in, sleeping a tantslizing prospect at the asscrack of the morning. She was tired, and yawned, when she saw something move in the corners of her vision.

As she began to doze, motion caught her eye again. She ruffled slightly, and rose, looking to the location to find nothing once more, and made a face. It wasn't normal; it wasn't that common for her to hallucinate... Right?

Emily grumbled, settling once more when she heard it. A low mumble, voices talking softly as they seemed in another room. She couldn't catch anything, words nor gender or aught else, and she finally got out of bed, moving for the sounds with a shoe.

It could be anything and her imagination ran wild. It might yet be anything - a youma, a chaos agent, or worse. After all, there was the SCP Wikipedia - what if something inspired those? Or worse - what if this was Slenderman? Immediately she cringed, blinking at the visual of a shadowy feature with a white, featureless face, long legs and arms and writhing, twisting tentacles reaching and snatching her, her family, and the family pets, and she hissed, mild paranoia setting in. Maybe he could power up? Who knew. Could a super senshi fight Slenderman? She wondered. It would be interesting. Emily stopped, thinking on the idea several moments. It could be anything; including Jeff the Killer, or perhaps she was hearing an angry poltergeist.

That last one was slightly mollifying, making a face and shuddering.

"Bwealgh." Emily murmured.

She moved, continuing to seek the sounds. She checked her brother's room, and she checked the living room, the dining room, kitchen, and so forth. It was dead silent, and she moved towards her father's room, cracking the door, to listen before sneaking in, looking.

The voices when silent, and Emily shivered, sneaking for her bathroom to check her pills from the day before. No, she'd taken those pills - a long shadow caught the corners of her vision - she looked, and nothing was there. It was safe, then, to assume nothing was there. So what was going on? Emily walked towards the bedroom, sitting on the bed as she looked atbthe clock, sighing as she shrugged, then froze.

"Wait, Three AM?" She paused again. She swore she was going to bed earlier?

Then it clicked.

"Oh for the love of balls I'm hallucinating." Emily laughed, a quiet, low laugh before she flopped on her back, petting her bed comfortably as she sighed.

"Man. Maybe I'm working way too muchh."

It was possible, after all; she worked as much as able, stayed up late, rose before noon - eight hours wasn't easy to get. It made more sense than, say, Slenderman. Or Jeff the Killer - or hell, ny number of things. Just her brain telling her to go the hell to sleep. Emily chuckled again, and shook her head, ignoring the motion in the corner of her vision this time.

Just another hallucination. Just another sign she needed sleep - and certainly not some kind of horrorterror.