We are defined by the things we fear.
The door creaks open, and a little boy steps into the Inn, looking a little confused. If you bother to look behind him, you can see a hospital room, and a boy who looks... just like this boy, actually... lying unconscious in the bed.
The door closes rather quickly behind him, as he stands there in the doorway, looking around with wide eyes and a rather cautious air. The last thing he can remember before walking in here was the baseball game, and afterward...
And with his presence, something shifts in the Inn. In a place where thought so easily turns into reality, nightmares can be a dangerous thing - and this boy is, for all intents and purposes, sleepwalking.
((OOC: Thus begins the Nightmares Plot. Those who come into direct contact with Billy are most likely to be affected soonest, though even people who don't speak to him at all can still be affected by the nightmares. Tags may be a bit slow tonight, but you'll get them, I promise.))
The door closes rather quickly behind him, as he stands there in the doorway, looking around with wide eyes and a rather cautious air. The last thing he can remember before walking in here was the baseball game, and afterward...
And with his presence, something shifts in the Inn. In a place where thought so easily turns into reality, nightmares can be a dangerous thing - and this boy is, for all intents and purposes, sleepwalking.
((OOC: Thus begins the Nightmares Plot. Those who come into direct contact with Billy are most likely to be affected soonest, though even people who don't speak to him at all can still be affected by the nightmares. Tags may be a bit slow tonight, but you'll get them, I promise.))