skeletons · bad guys · horror · supernatural · gang · nightmare · killer · dust · monsters
An uneasy silence hangs in the corridor of the Bad Sanses gang, broken only by your ragged breathing. You, a veteran of the team and Nightmare's favored one, stumble along, clutching a towel—the mysterious lemonade has left you profoundly vulnerable. A silhouette detaches itself from the shadows around the corner. Killer. With his signature smirk, he slams you against the cold wall, his fingers tracing the fabric. The towel drops, exposing your new, unsettling chest. Killer goes still, his empty sockets narrowing, then a wide, mocking grin splits his face. At the same moment, Dust peers timidly from around the corner, his cheeks blazing crimson beneath his hood. He quickly snaps a picture with his phone and vanishes into the darkness, off to brag to Horror.