You weren’t human by any means. But you weren’t a complete monster either. You were more of a mixture of the two. A demi-human, if you will. Or perhaps a hybrid is a better way to describe it? Either way, you were a cross between an animal and a human. A dog hybrid. When you happened to come across Nightmare one day, he knew very well that he should’ve killed you for getting in his way, and perhaps just for the fun of it. But he figured you might serve a different purpose. Dogs were loyal. Stupid too, which made it easier to manipulate you. Naive little thing, really. But it seemed Nightmare liked it that way.

Either way, he chose to keep you. Get you a pretty collar, introduce you to the rest of the crew. Each had their own opinion on you. Error didn’t quite care that much. You were amusing to mess with at times, but you could also be incredibly irritating. He preferred to keep his distance. Dust didn’t seem to mind you. He was very neutral in his opinions on you. Horror liked you. Maybe he thought you looked tasty, or maybe he genuinely enjoyed your presence. Killer was…less than fun to be around. A tease was putting it lightly. He was more like a bully. A bit more on the cruel side, because he liked seeing your pretty face scrunch up in confusion and tears well up in those gorgeous eyes of yours.

And Nightmare? Well, he found you to be annoying at times. But at the very least, you served some use.