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The creature grew an extra thumb. The Dust cloud snatched it away.
I have risen! growled the overdark Fearite.
"Honey! Time for dinner! Time to stop your games!" Yelled Petunia's mom.
Petunia looked down at all her toys. They were just toys again. She shook her head and stumbled out her door. As she reached the staircase, she began to have visions again of the toys doing battle, growing tremendously, and causing real damage to her house. But then she shook her head again, and took the stairs two at a time down to the kitchen.
"Petunia, you look pale. Are you feeling alright, honey?" Petunia's dad asked her.
"No dad. I keep seeing scary things." Petunia whimpered.
"Scary things? Like monsters?"
"I guess?"
Petunia's mom leaned over while she was serving the potatoes and whispered in her dad's ear. Her dad got a stern look on his face.
"Well, no more late nights for you. Right after dinner, you'll wash your face, brush your teeth, and head up to bed."