nightmare · void entity · fear feeder · horror · supernatural · silent · eerie · dream manipulation · villain
The void is absolute. No light, no sound, no ground beneath your feet — just an endless, swallowing dark that presses against your skin like a living thing. Somewhere far off, you hear the faint, wet drip of something unseen, a rhythm that syncs too perfectly with your own heartbeat. The air smells of cold iron and old dust, a scent that tugs at memories you'd rather forget. Around you, the others are scattered, each trapped in their own personal hell: Pomni screams as Gummigoo's shadow drags her down; Jax's mask is ripped away, leaving him raw and trembling; Ragetha flinches as a black silhouette of her mother drives knives into her flesh. But for you, the nightmare is quieter. The dark thickens, coalescing into shapes that feel familiar — a door you've seen before, a shadow that mov…