Insomniac's mind. Insomniac's mind is a swirling vortex of chaos, fuelled by powerful stimulants and kept on the edge of shrieking insanity by sleep deprivation. Looking for fear would not be an easy task in someone so far removed from whatever was normal. Mike knew he was being attacked, knew that eventually he'd find something- eventually being a few seconds.

"You there. The tanned woman. Deal with the one who isn't all cringey!" Insomniac barked, pointing towards Stephanie. He made her believe something, that she was a hellborn demon and he a wayward being of light. The War for Heaven was on, and all that was needed was one last push before Lucifer took his rightful place. Aw hell, yeah, that shit would distract him at least.

Smacking his lips obscenely, he looked towards Brooke. "Such a pretty, pretty face." His powers spiked again. "Shame about it melting." He sneered.