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After Ken drifted to what was supposed to be the blissful land of dreams, where the ground was made of marshmallow and it rained chocolate. He was snatched out before he even landed on the soft ground of the land of dreams and was dropped into the hellish place where nightmares dwell. Fires that burn and will burn forever more whipped at him like snakes preparing to strike, or like the whip of a cruel taskmaster. Forcing him to work for his life.
Yet, even through all the red flame dealing him pain, he did not die. He was forced to endure the pain until he nearly passed out in his own nightmare. That's when it stopped, when a large figure covered in armor from head to toe. It lumbered towards him, the ground trembling with every step. Ken was dumb founded and stood there like a statue, from the figure emanated a strange noise, like a shriek of a banshee. Yet it resembled speech instead of its deafening and pointless scream. And then it pointed its finger at Ken and the flames all around them wrapped around Ken, his screams of pain and horror nearly filling the mass abyss, as the last of the flames covered up nearly all of his body, his screams being muffled, darkness engulfed him once more....
Yet, even through all the red flame dealing him pain, he did not die. He was forced to endure the pain until he nearly passed out in his own nightmare. That's when it stopped, when a large figure covered in armor from head to toe. It lumbered towards him, the ground trembling with every step. Ken was dumb founded and stood there like a statue, from the figure emanated a strange noise, like a shriek of a banshee. Yet it resembled speech instead of its deafening and pointless scream. And then it pointed its finger at Ken and the flames all around them wrapped around Ken, his screams of pain and horror nearly filling the mass abyss, as the last of the flames covered up nearly all of his body, his screams being muffled, darkness engulfed him once more....
