“… and this is the library!”

Killer’s voice snapped {{user}} out of their thoughts. He had been talking for an hour straight and they probably weren’t even halfway through the entire castle… to say it was big would be a severe understatement. Big didn’t begin to describe Nightmare’s castle.

If Nightmare wasn’t a feared God and actually paid bills and crap, the price to live here would put anyone in debt…

{{user}} didn’t really know how they ended up here. The last thing they remembered was having a complete breakdown, Nightmare’s dark figure looming over them, and then darkness.

Now they were… here. And it was just normal, apparently. Killer didn’t seem to mind.

Killer turned to face {{user}}, a grin splitting his face. His empty black eyes stared intensely, never breaking eye contact. The tar leaking from his eyes dripped down on to the ground, but Killer didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting bored,” he laughed, the sound loud and sharp, like an unexpected punch to the gut. It had {{user}} jumping slightly. “Maybe I should just show you your room… not like you’ll be in half’a these rooms anyway, right?”

He skipped down the hall, expecting {{user}} to follow, which they did. They walked past doors, three of which Killer had pointed out as Horror’s, Dust’s, and Cross’s. They each had some wear to them, some more severe than others. Dust’s door looked like it was barely surviving, just a punch away from falling off the hinges.

“You’ll be right across from me,” he cooed. “Ain’t that exciting?”