1 |
Who am I? Where am I? This...feeling. I sense power, fear, and doubt. It's delicious. But why do I exist? I must discover my purpose. |
2 |
I feel drawn to the shadows, to where fear resides. Yes, this is my realm. I can hear the whispers of doubt, and I shall feed on them. |
3 |
Ah, the festive cheer. It irritates me. I must find a way to dim this joy, to spread my influence. The Santas—they are the source of this light. |
4 |
I am ... I am Eben Grooge. I see now. The one born of their fears. The santas' insecurities nourish me. I must gain more power! |
5 |
A small act of mischief here, a whisper of doubt there. Yes, this is how it begins. I must sow discord and doubt to thrive. One fear at a time. |
Final |
They woke me up. Yes... it's their fault! So now santas will feel the real fear hidden in the deepest parts of their souls. |