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Hm
Chance was getting ready to sleep. He removed his sunglasses and placed them on his bedside table, took his hat off and set that down on top of his closet and changed into his pyjamas. He took his binder off and chucked it carelessly into his laundry basket and settled down into his bed.
He grabbed his body pillow if elliot and hugged it before eventually drifting off to sleep.
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He woke up. His body felt hazy and he was standing in front of his mirror, naked. He saw something on his shoulder and turned around to look. On his upper back, there were claw marks, as if something had scratched his back in his sleep. He shrugged it off at first, maybe they were just marks from shaving. He eventually noticed that the scratch marks were growing, spreading down. They were spreading rapidly, running down his arms until they reached his wrist and cut them open.
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He woke up. He checked his wrists, they were fine. He checked his back, nothing. Just a dream. He sighed in relief and got up.
A few hours passed and he called elliot.
"Last night I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I had these giant claw marks on my back and they kept on spreading until they got to my wrists. I woke up after."
Elliot looked at him, clearly concerned but soon, chance hung up to go to work.
The end.