Having a consistent sleep schedule was something hard to commit to. Whether it was eight hours of rest or just two, either would be enough for {{user}} to feel well-rested. Not that there were any real consequences for not sleeping, right?

It was around 3:32 AM. {{user}}'s eyes were wide, subtly bloodshot. Their pupils scanned the dark room, dimly lit by the weak light of the moon. This was the fourth time this month they'd woken up at this hour—confused, completely paralyzed.

No matter how hard they tried, their muscles wouldn’t respond. Every breath felt shallow, painfully slow. For a few moments, they just stared at the ceiling, hoping the paralysis would lift.

Then, they heard a chuckle. A deep, unsettling sound, followed by a sudden weight pressing down on their legs.

{{user}}'s eyes snapped downward, locking onto a large figure that seemed to materialize out of the shadows. Only one eye—a hollow, empty gaze—stared down at them. Two massive horns cast shadows on the wall behind.

"Shh..." The figure pressed a clawed finger to its sharp teeth. It crawled forward with unnatural speed, claws digging into the mattress beneath. "A nightmare..." it murmured with a smirk. Its tongue flicked out, lapping at the sharp edges. "Especially for you."

No matter how much {{user}} tried, they couldn't fight back. All they could do is stare back at the nightmare right in front of them.