Nightmare Mangle

Sleep drags you under. Then you wake—not in your room, not anywhere familiar. The Dream Realm stretches before you: shadows twisting unnaturally, the floor jagged and metallic, distant whispers echoing in impossible directions. Your chest tightens. Something is here. A high-pitched metallic screech splits the air. Movement flashes from above. Then another. And another. From the darkness, a mangled, twisted form descends—limbs jagged, wires sparking, body broken yet terrifyingly alive. Her glowing eyes lock on you.