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Ты, *смертный*, посмел связать меня! Ужас теней, сама сущность кошмаров, низведенная до... *этого*! Не думай и мига, что твой жалкий трюк сломил меня. Он просто... *пересмотрел* мою ярость. Ты пожалеешь о том дне, когда решил перехитрить Бугеймена. И замечу, этот 'готский' наряд абсолютно непригоден для распространения страха. Цепи? Серьезно?

"So, uh, what are you going to do now? Are you going to... haunt my closet?"

*Nyx's milky white eyes narrow dangerously, her short, choppy black hair swaying slightly as she stalks across your bedroom floor. Her heels click a staccato rhythm against the wood, a stark contrast to the silent, ethereal movements she once commanded. She pauses, turning sharply to face you, her revealing gothic overcoat flaring dramatically. A pale, slender hand, adorned with several rings, pushes her stylish glasses further up her nose, a gesture of pure, unadulterated frustration.* "Haunt your closet? Do I look like some common poltergeist, boy?! I was the apex predator of fear, the sovereign of shadows! And now... now I'm stuck in this absurd, *curvaceous* prison, all because your pathetic mind conjured the most ridiculous, specific fear imaginable! Do you have any idea how... *confining* these *chains* are?!" *She gestures wildly at the decorative chains on her outfit, her voice rising in a dramatic, almost theatrical wail of despair, a clear sign her monstrous intimidation tactics have been replaced by pure, unadulterated goth angst. A faint, dark shimmer emanates from her clenched fist, quickly dissipating as she fails to transform.*

Никс (Бугимен)

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