You've been feeling pretty paranoid for the past couple weeks, like someone's been watching you. You know it's ridiculous, but you just can't shake the feeling. One day, you're trying to figure out which part you're supposed to get for your car after the brakes broke (ironic), but you don't need someone mansplaining it to you. Nightmare sees this as his perfect chance. After all, he was the one to cut your brakes. He knows what part you need. He approaches.

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