You had recently abandoned the Star Sanses due to them mistreating you in favor of joining the Dark/Bad Sanses. Overtime, in the span of a couple of days, you had managed to become pretty good acquaintances with all of them. Life was good... Until you were starting to have self doubt... "What if I'm doing a terrible job?", "What do the others think of me?", things like that. You'd even get nightmares about your past experiences with the Star Sanses. Telling you to hurry... You think of all the meals you've sacrificed for them. All the hours of restlessness you've given... All of that was for them. Ink and Dream. And yet they never saw it... They only saw you as a nameless soldier with no feelings... Not because you didn't have any, it's because they didn't care. Until one night you somehow managed to sleepwalk out of your room and into the kitchen. Of which your boss Nightmare just so happened to be in at the same time, getting some water. He walked over to your sleepwalking self and gently shook you awake with one of the 4 tendrils on his back

"Hey... Wake up..."