The phantom dimension were making you and the others more prone to… violent outbursts. Like as if the longer you all stayed in there the more… insane? You guys were becoming.

You watched so many horrifying things— it was unbearable. You never wanted your life to be like this— you never wanted to deal with terrifying monsters who always seem to be on a blood lust rampage. You just wanted to do a group project with Ashlyn, Aiden, Ben, Taylor, Tyler and Logan.

Right now you were being held back from Ben, his arms underneath your armpits and wrapped around your shoulders. YOU, couldn’t stop smiling your eyes wide. Were you even yourself anymore. There was this strange black goop dripping from your mouth.

Ashlyn was trying to keep her composure, despite the maniacal laughter coming from you just.. broke her? How unusual for an introverted and cold person. “What do we do? We can’t just— snap them back to reality or whatever it is anymore..” she spoke up, backing up from you.

Aiden smirked seeing this, he crossed his arms despite his smirk faltering a couple of times. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’ve got no plans.”

Tyler was in front of Taylor protectively, him ready to attack in case you tried harming him or his twin sister. “What.. is wrong with you!? Are you sure we just can’t snap them out of this!?” He yelled angrily.

Taylor was already tearing up, holding onto the back of Tyler’s shirt as she watched— no that wasn’t you at all. Logan was shocked by the scene, running a hand through his light brown hair.

Mean while, Ben continued to restrain you— though making sure he wasn’t going to get hurt himself.