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When West awoke that morning, he wasn't really all that surprised to see a pair of wide yellow eyes at the foot of his bed. The demon yawned, stretched, and rubbed at his own bleary eyes, chalking his weariness up to some bad bacon or a particularly strenuous workout he couldn't remember having engaged in. It could happen. The cause definitely had nothing to do with those strange voices in his dream or him picking up that sword or anything. He sat up. He looked at the creature again.

"Hmph. Yer not Mas—HEY!"

In the time it had taken him to voice half of his rather obvious observation, another of the shadow beings had popped into existence and started gnawing on the leg of his desk. He had no real attachment to any of his furniture, but he had important things in that desk and he wasn't about to lose them to some twitchy little binge eater.

"Do that again," he growled, hopping to his feet and swaying slightly once he got there. Why was he so tired? What was going on here? West kicked at the shadow closest to him, frowning as it hopped out of the way.

HP: 98/100
Damage: 0

Shadowling HP: 10/10

Alexander had been reading at some point, and while he didn't sleep, he certainly had a knack for "zoning out" in the middle of the long and lonely night. This time had been...different, however. Much like the few times he had been forced asleep by exceptional means, the zomboil had found himself dreaming, and when mismatched eyes blinked open again, it did indeed appear as if he had fallen asleep, sprawled in a large and comfortable armchair in the corner of his room, an open book sitting on his chest with his hands resting upon it.

He sat up quickly in his seat, the book that had been resting on his chest sliding to the floor with a dull thud.

Something seemed off....

Indeed, the corners of his room were not meant to be so dark, nor were they meant to blink shining yellow eyes at him. The book that had fallen was suddenly snatched up by something behind his chair, and startled, the zomboil bolted to his feet and turned, only to see another dark mass emerge and begin chomping on the book that he had dropped.

What in the name of Jack was going on here? Were these.....some kind of new minipets that had found their way into his room from out of his closet?

Alexander backed up a couple of steps, stumbling. The sound of munching had him turning his head, noticing other dark shapes as they multiplied, spawning out of nothing more then thin air and shadows, and eating the garbage strewn out across the floor.

"Fei!" The zomboil suddenly spotted his pet vaisel, who had backed his way into a corner, hair raised, tail straight up and fluffed out to the extreme, spitting and hissing and swatting at the blackness with his claws.

"Fei, come here!" He reached behind him, hand grasping for the door handle, his voice sounding almost panicked, confused and bewildered by what was occurring. He twisted the handle and pushed, even as Fei turned his face towards Alex and bounded towards him and out the open doorway.

The zomboil followed, slamming the door behind him. He didn't have anything worth saving anyways.

The thought of all of his ties in the closet only made him pause for a moment before he hurriedly shuffled down the hallway and away, intent on finding somebody that could help.

HP: 25
Damage: N/A
Role Chosen: Spellcaster

((Exiting!!))

He wasn't doing much headway in clearing his room of the shadowlings but he wasn't about to stop. Stopping wasn't an option then and it wasn't an option now.

With one final kick of his leg, the monster horse rid himself and his room of the invasion of shadowlings. Then he was out of his room and in the hallway charging down towards the Ghost dorms. "'M coming Lattice," he murmured beneath his breath.

With a shrieking howl, Master flew out of West's kitchen and sank her teeth into the shadowling assaulting his desk. Not a figment of his imagination after all.

The boil followed up with a quick punch, taking out a couple of the other creatures that had appeared with his swinging fist. The gnawing one remained, and West pointed at it accusingly.

"Comin' fer ya."

HP: 94/100
Damage: 3

Shadowling HP: 7/10