As usual I fall into an white void the moment I fall asleep. With my legs crossed I stare at a familiar asshole. Gently floating in the vast void that makes up my dreams is a child sized mask. "What will it be tonight jackass.", I say to the black and white spotted mask. It doesn't respond.

"No answer huh. Alright then let's get this over with.", I say, glaring at the son of a bitch that keeps ruining my nights. As usual it remains silent. We continue to silently stare at each other for what feels like hours. I try to speak to the mask but before I can say a word a thick grey mass.

The mass of grey begins to collect behind the mask, forming a large ball approximately twice its size. Once the mass of grey had finished forming a ball the mask starts wrapping around it. Slowly its edges grow swallowing it, shrinking in size. Suddenly it begins to grow arms and legs, it's center shrinking and lossening. Within seconds it forms a human body and within minutes the mask its wearing begins to change, same shape, same color, but with a large smile.

Well now that's new?" 

Suddenly the grey mass had become a large white ball with the silhouette of a human face on its front 

It's wearing what I think is a jesters outfit. A large hat with two ling white and gray spiral patterned spikes loosely resting behind it's head with grey spiral pattern riding up their tips, a matching black vest and puffy white pants. It's pearly white hands and feet glistening with a grey shine. It looks neither feminine or masculine.

"Wanna make a deal?", It says.

"Wanna make a deal?", It says.

Ignoring the slight echo coming from its aggressive feminine voice and its calm masculine voice I respond. "What do you want jackass." I say with a slight smirk. Suddenly it appears in front of me. I get a clear look at it's mask, finding that has no face other than the two holes in it. A black and white light shine through those holes.

"Maybe, you should be more polite.", It says.

"Maybe, you should be more polite.", it says.

Suddenly various tools appear behind its back. From hammers to pliers, every single thing it has used to torture me. "That's not going to work you asshole.", I say with a bright smile on my face.

It continues to silently stare, the tools disappearing. Suddenly it taps my forehead. Everything becomes a bright red, a warm feeling flowing down my eyes, the veins inside them becoming more visible.

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"Just tell me you want already.", I say with the best smile I can make. Despite blood pouring from my eyes nothing hurts.

As usual it just puts on another spectacle. Even when it chokes me with my own intestines it doesn't hurt and the impact of seeing your organs begins torn out of your stomach as the sound of flesh tearing continues to grow stronger is just lost on me after eighteen years of this crap.

"For you to become a king.", It says with a sad tone.

"For you to become a king.", It says with angry grunt.

"Okay then I agree.", I say wondering how it plans to make being a king torture. Maybe I'll be dethroned and burned at the stake by my subjects after a happy time, I think to myself.

Suddenly it pulls it mask. Slowly it moves towards my face, the sound of skin stretching as it pulls, the mask refusing to come off. Until the mask is only an inch away from my face it continues to pull. Suddenly it slices it's stretched skin, the sound of various people laughing, crying, and screaming filling my ears.

It places the mask on my face. My body goes numb as the mask begins to grow swallowing my body. I curse in my head, trying to get a good look at the face of the bastard that tortured me for so long. Unfortunately it looks like I'll wake up before I can.

---Real World---

"Damn it. Shut up already!", I scream as I begin to feel around the brown carpet floor for my phone. As usual I set my morning school alarm a little too loud. I really am an Idiot, I silently think to myself as I pick up my phone.

Suddenly a bright feels my vision, causing my headache to get worse. I left my damn phone at full brightness before going to sleep. I go ahead and just place it back on the floor. After sitting on my bed for a bit I look out my bedroomwindow.

"Damn it. It really is morning.", I say as I move to the shower after grabbing a change of clothes, not bothering to change my blue pajama bottoms or put on a shirt.

While getting the water ready I stretch a bit. As my the sound of my bones cracking fills the room I release a small moan, hopping into the shower. "Hot!", I scream as the burning hot water slides down my skin.

I step out, messing with the temperature some more. I notice my nails are a little longer than usual, almost like claws, but I don't really care. I go into the shower. As I begin to rub shampoo in my hair I notice strange bumps on the back of my head.

I try to ignore it but then I reach my ears. They've become pointed and now that I'm looking at hands closely I notice that the area around my nails is a light gray. 

Immediately I rinse off the shampoo, running to the bathroom mirror sopping wet and naked. My usually fluffy brown hair is gently flowing down my face, my pure blue eyes peeking through. Nothing looks strange except for the thumb thick white horns behind my head.

In a panic I begin to feel the rest of my body, finding nothing abnormal other than the nails on toes looking like the ones on my fingers. With a slight sigh I check my mouth, wondering whether this a dream and when I'll get my skull bashed in.

"The hell?", I say as I look at my forked tongue and sharp animal like teeth. Closing my mouth I begin to punch myself repeatedly. I feel pain. This is real. What the hell did that bastard do to me?