Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 133
Victor spotted the approaching black jumpsuits, a flicker of alarm crossing his face, while his mind began scheming.
Mason wasn’t a complete novice, but he lacked the depth of a seasoned Dreamwalker.
This Dreamplay imposed limits: no one entered with more than two Blessings.
So Mason could scrape by twice a day at most, and Blessings varied—not every monster’s power countered threats.
Either way, forcing Mason to burn both would simplify using monsters to finish him.
Victor’s edge: Mason didn’t know he was Julian’s man.
From yesterday’s moves, Mason seemed decent—wouldn’t abandon him in danger, might even save him. Exploitable.
“Shame...”
Victor’s gaze on Mason held a trace of regret; he hated killing, especially the good ones.
But loyalties bound; entrusted, he delivered.
Given the shot, mercy wasn’t an option.
Mason tensed too; he knew Dreamplay humans often hid monstrous hearts under skin.
Encircled by blacks, escape meant carving a path with his Blessing—tough odds.
Dreamplays under his belt were few, Blessing lone; burn it here, and today’s safety evaporated.
As he weighed timing a Blessing-fueled breakout, something startling caught his eye.
The blacks weren’t attacking; they ignored them, drifting off in one direction.
They brushed past the braced Dreamwalkers, not sparing a glance, like ghosts to passersby.
Mason and Victor exchanged baffled looks.
“Their eyes are off,” Victor noted. “Before, murder boiled in them, veins bulging; now they’re clear, like sanity snapped back.”
Victor’s words were brief but sparked Mason.
He’d noticed the blacks normalizing too; recalling the redacted log scraps, they likely grasped the Prison’s secrets.
Prime clue-hunting window?
Mason wavered.
Tick-tock—
The clock-like chime returned, closer this time.
Mason jolted, focus sharpening—not on blacks, but this elusive tick.
No visible shift yet, but risk loomed, intangible and dire.
No more dallying; he turned to Victor. “Let’s bail, link up with the others first.”
Victor nodded, inwardly regretting the missed chance, but patience was his trade’s bedrock.
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