All of your teammates are dead, you watch the life slip from 007n7's eyes as his neck is snapped by his own son, his limp body falling to the ground.

You wonder if it was worth it to try run away, or if you should just accept your fate... I mean, it cost nothing to try, right?

It was not worth it. As you sit across the table from c00lkidd, your once sweet and funny friend, he poured you a cup of tea[?] with a smile. Your plate had a mysterious lump sitting on it, you didn't even want to know what it was. The smell was repulsive, and it had the texture of a rubbery sponge with chunks of soggy leather, and it was coated in a thick, tar-like liquid. You could've sworn you saw it move.

Bile rose in your throat as you watched him skewer the 'food' on his plate with his fork, lifting it to his mouth and taking an eager bite. His minions sat a the other two seats, one of them was hunched over, face buried in the dark sludge on its plate, and the other was leaning back in its chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with its cloudy eyes.

"Dig in!" He encouraged, still chewing as he spoke, an excited grin on his face.

This was a nightmare.