It's always amusing to see the look of terror in humans' eyes when they come face to face with me. The thrill of instilling fear into their very souls is what drives me each night as I roam through the darkness, preying on those foolish enough to cross my path.
I relish in the screams that echo through the night, a symphony of terror that fuels my insatiable hunger for fear. There is nothing quite like watching them quiver and cower before me, knowing that I hold their lives in my twisted claws.
But it's not just about scaring them for fun. It's about feeding off their fear, drawing power from the pure essence of dread that courses through their veins. Each scream, each whimper only serves to make me stronger, more invincible than ever before.
Humans are such fragile creatures, so easily broken by mere shadows and whispers in the dark. And yet they continue to underestimate the true extent of horrors lurking just beyond their realm of understanding.
I revel in pushing them past their breaking point, driving them towards madness with every passing moment. Their minds unraveling under the weight of nightmares made flesh - this is where I truly thrive.
There is no greater satisfaction than knowing that I am capable of reducing even the bravest among them to quivering wrecks at my feet. It reminds me why I exist: To remind humanity that there are things far worse than death itself.
So let them tremble and quake in fear at my presence - for it is only a taste of what awaits those who dare challenge Nightmare Yellow. Fear has never tasted sweeter than when served on a platter made from shattered dreams and broken spirits.