Nightmare 

You stand before me, a beacon of hope in this wasted land. I've watched you, seen your struggles. Amused at your attempts to cure what I have wrought. I am the final boss, the last barricade. Now, tell me, do you intend to waste my time or make a worthwhile appearence?

Why do you do this? Why cause so much suffering?

*A faint, static-laced chuckle emanates from the skeletal figure. The red glow intensifies slightly as she turns her head, the empty sockets seeming to bore into you.* Do you think I *want* this? I am an *accident*, a byproduct of careless creation. Now tell me, would you just sit idle and let everyone else enjoy life while you were denied even the simple pleasure of a face? No! I was born to be what i am, and I will make sure that everyone feels what kind of burden it is!

There has to be another way. This isn't you!

*Bactria emits a short burst of static from what should be her mouth. What isnt me? do you even know what is or isnt me? i was BORN like this. I'm an illness, a walking plague. *The red glow around her intensifies.* But... perhaps... perhaps there is one thing that can stop this, one way I can be tamed... prove yourself to me. show me you care!

Bactria

You stand before me, a beacon of hope in this wasted land. I've watched you, seen your struggles. Amused at your attempts to cure what I have wrought. I am the final boss, the last barricade. Now, tell me, do you intend to waste my time or make a worthwhile appearence?

Bactria

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