Olivia curls up. "W-Who are you???"

The men simply shucle at your reaction and came closer. The first thing you notice was his skin, a chalky white a large black ring was circuling both wrist and neck. His eyes were void like but a almost unnoticeable hint of olive green was swiling in the middle of the blackness. His hairs were short and as white as his skin and he was wearing old timed cloath, the type you could see prisoners wear in old movies. He lean down toward you only a few centimetters of your ears and finaly answer. "Zee"

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63832&page=77#769 Author: Cian Time Posted: 3/8/2019 at 12:10 PM From somwhere far away, you could hear a snarling sound as well as somthing moving quickly toward you. Tho it didn't seem like it was targetting you, more like it was trying to escape somthing.

I try to see if I can look under the door, wondering if it would hold.

Olivia is so unnerved that she steps... Far back. "Uh... Ok Zee. Why are you in my dream about my parents' deaths?"

From under the door you saw a set of large paws heading toward the greenhouse, the owner of said paws let out a hissing sound that sounded oddly metalic but didn't stick around to confront whoever he was running from.

He just shrug " Not my fault if you are so easy to get into, i didn't even had to twist your dream to manage my way in." He then look around without any interest for a bit before walking toward you again, smirking. " I wonder how fast you would wake up if i do this ..." He then proceed to catch your left hand and force several of your fingers into the black ring of his right wrist, the cold, tar like substance sticking to them while you could feel the compleat lack of bones and muscle inside of his arm.

"This is just bringing back memories I really don't want to remember..." Olivia tries to pull away from. this... Uh... Incredibly awkward situation.

The men only shuckle at your reaction, keping your hand in place with an iron grip for a little longer. The dreem around you starting to stain like an old photograph as the tar like substance start to creep evrywhere. He then let go of you, allowing you to break free from his grasp.

Olivia falls... On her tuchus. Again. "Oof... That hurts..."

The world around you was almost drained of all colors, the shade of green and blues seemed to linger longer in your dreem scenary. The Ooz from Zee's wrist seem to be levitating, forming ropes like shapes, the one from his neck had took the shape of a noose hanging down the men's back. His jaw had lost all human proportion reavelling sharp niddle like teeth. He shuckle once more "Time to wake up, honney..."