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By Hordak's Pupil
"Wakey Wakey!" I felt ice water being poured on me. I look up and see Puddin standing in front of him and for the first time I see his face. It is pale white with a hideous grin. . "I trust you've had a nice nap kiddo," he said as I tried to move but found myself still secured to the bed. "Now that you're awake I can give you the grand tour."
I wanted to tell this freak no and to go to Hell. Every time in the past I have said something that maniac uses the bed strangle me. He asked me if I had a nice nap, "No witty comebacks this time? No sarcastic remark?" I remain silent not wanting to be tortured. "Maybe you need to rest some more." he pushes the bed down forcing the band around my neck to tighten.
I start gasping and clawing at my throat trying to break free. Puddin torments telling me to speak up. After a moment he raises the bed. He asks again if had something to say. "Nothing 'puddin'"