CW: dark imagery, panic, nightmares
psssst!
Shut up.
pssst! pssst!
I’m sleeping, leave me alone.
pssst! psssst! pssssst!
Whaaaaaat?!
blow, blow, blow your brains!
No way you woke me up for this.
blow, blow, blow your brains!
Nursery rhymes? Really? What kind of cheap horror is this?
blow, blow, blow your brains!
Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. Stop trying to scare me. Please, let me sleep!
blow, blow, blow your brains!
Shut the fuck up already!
blow, blow, blow your brains!
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
Jeezas! What’s with all this noise? Why are you yelling?
Can’t you see them? Can’t you hear them?
You mean those two little girls grinning creepily in the corner?
Yes!
blow, blow, blow your brains!
Why are they here tonight?
I don’t know! All I know is that if I turn off the lights or close my eyes, they move closer to my bed. I don’t want them near me.
Okay, let’s keep the lights on then. Why do they look decomposed, and what’s with the singing?
They died a long time ago, I guess. I don’t know. Why are you making me look at them?
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
Sorry, just curious. I told you not to read horror before bed. You know what happens.
It was just some poetry, I didn’t know it would drive me insane. There was nothing about blowing my brains out, no rotting children’s corpses singing.
So that’s just our lovely imagination?
Myeah.
blow, blow, blow your brains!
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
Catchy song. Well, what’s the plan now, governor?
I can’t close my eyes, and I can’t turn off the lights.
Yes, we’ve established that. You do know we have to wake up early tomorrow?
Tomorrow is canceled.
You can’t do that. We’re poor, remember? We have to work until we die. Plus, there’s that doctor appointment, a mountain of dishes and clothes to do, the cat needs walking, and…
Are you fucking kidding me? You think now’s the time to bring all this up?
I’m just trying to help.
This is your idea of help?
I think it’s good to stay grounded. You do know those little girls aren’t real, right? They’re only images in your head. And that song, that’s what our brain does: hears some lyrics and repeats them for days.
blow, blow, blow your brains!
I know it’s not real! I’m not crazy!
Okay, okay… looks like I hit a nerve.
That’s not how you keep someone grounded, you moron! I am close to having a panic attack, the last thing I need is to be reminded of chores. There is no tomorrow right now; there is only fear.
So… should I tell you to breathe? Meditate? Run around the block?
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
You’re hopeless. I can’t tell what’s worse: you trying to help or this bloody song.
What about that dude?
What dude?
The one in the butcher’s apron with a pyramid on his head.
BLOW, BLOW, BLOW YOUR BRAINS!
Ah, fuck. Not him again! I told you to leave me alone! This is all your doing!
How is it my fault?
Shut up. Just shut up. In between the goddamn singing twins, fucking Pyramid Head, and you, I’ve lost my sleep completely. I’m going out to play with the cats!
Okay, but when are you…
Tomorrow is canceled!
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
down psychosis lane!
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