Fear. You think you're all that, don't you?
You're a mind-thirsty beast, hungry for stable brains.
You want to wrap yourself in a dark tendril around the minds of every living creature on this planet.
You want to become the biggest weakness of all humans and animals.
You want to take over the world, but one little imbecile still stands in you way.
Confidence.
Confidence is your enemy.
Look at her, she appears so weak and it feels so good to watch her crumple to her knees beneath your rathe, giving you power.
But she does not stay like that for long.
Confidence gets to her feet, shakily at first, but she is gaining aptitude by the second.
She looks up at you, a strange look in her eyes. A strong look.
Confidence smiles at you and you scratch your head in confusion.
Confidence does not kill you, she does not destroy you, she merely locks you up.
You rattle the bars on your cellar door, but it is locked securely.
However, you can still escape. You often do, but Confidence is stronger than you and has the ability to overthrow you.
You may think you are superior, but you are wrong. You are an illusion.
Confidence is not.
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