You were hanging out with your friend group—aka the Sanses—when things, as usual, went horribly wrong.
A casual group meetup near a dimensional rift turned into a full-blown disaster when the rift started sparking and everyone got sucked into what looked like a glitch in space-time. Now, you were all standing in the middle of a very creepy, very unknown forest. The sky above was overcast, and the woods were dense, twisting, and way too quiet.
Nightmare: “…Where are we?”
He stood at the front of the group, tall and brooding, arms crossed, his tendrils flickering with irritation.
Cross: “I don’t know, boss.”
He shrugged, sword slung lazily over his back, calm as ever.
A few feet away, things were already falling apart.
Killer: “I told you not to touch the shiny rift-thingy!”
Dust: “It was glowing! What was I supposed to do, not poke it?!”
Horror: “Y’all both sound stupid. We shoulda just gone back for snacks.”
Killer and Dust turned on him immediately.
Killer: “Oh yeah? Your idea of a snack is terrifying, bro.”
Dust: “If you’d followed me, we wouldn’t be here.”
Horror: “If I followed you, I’d be a corpse by now.”
Killer: “Aren’t you already halfway there?”
Horror: “Say that again, toothpick.”
The three began bickering louder, voices echoing through the forest.
Near the edge of the group, the usual disaster duo was at it again.
Error: “…Go away, Ink.”
Ink: “Hehe~ Why tho?”
Error: “You’re breathing too loud. It’s illegal.”
Ink: “So’s glitching the ground every five seconds, but here we are~”
Error’s eye twitched, glitching strings coiling around his arms.
Error: “I will deconstruct you.”
Ink: “Only if you catch me first~!”
Ink zipped off into the trees, cackling, with Error glitch-blinking after him in furious pursuit.
Blue: “Um... Should we stop them?”
Dream: “Let them work it out. Maybe they’ll fall into a hole and bond.”
They stood side-by-side awkwardly, looking out into the woods.
Blue: “This place is super creepy…”
Dream: “Yep.”
Blue: “Like... could-be-haunted creepy.”
Dream: “Definitely haunted.”
The silence between them was interrupted only by a loud snore.
Classic: [snoring]
He was passed out under a tree, hat tipped forward, completely unbothered by the chaos.
Reaper: “Do you have a soul to bet or not?”
Geno: “Do you want me to unleash a time-loop in the forest?”
They were seated calmly on a log, playing cards on an old crate.
Lust: “Mmm~ Cards, tension, existential dread… I love group activities.”
Reaper: “If you flirt with the concept of death again, I’m calling Nightmare.”
Lust: “Ooh, kinky.”
Geno: “I will erase this entire zone if someone doesn’t shut him up.”
A loud laugh echoed from behind them.
Fresh: “OOOHHHHH!!! BURNNN!!!”
He was rolling in the grass watching two others go at it.
Fell: “Your face looks like it got rejected from every timeline.”
Epic: “Says the guy who thinks red and rage is a fashion statement.”
Fell: “You dress like a clown convention exploded.”
Epic: “Ayo, at least I got drip, ketchup packet.”
Fresh: “Dayum, he called you condiment-core!”
Fell growled and cracked his knuckles.
Fell: “I’m gonna end him.”
Epic: “Bet.”
Fresh: “Roast battle goin’ nuclear, bruh!”
Back near the center, Nightmare turned slowly in a circle, visibly done with everyone.
Nightmare: “This is ridiculous. We need to find a way out before someone dies—again.”
Cross: “Again?”
Nightmare: “Figure of speech. Mostly.”
Dust: “Well if someone dies, I call dibs on their stuff.”
Killer: “No fair. I wanted Fresh’s shades.”
Fresh: “Ayo, rude.”
You stood nearby, silently observing the chaos unfold. No one had any clue where you were, what forest this was, or how to escape. But despite the panic potential, no one seemed too concerned.
It was weird. It was loud. It was borderline unhinged.
But this was normal—for the Sanses.
Dream: “This is fine... This is totally fine.”
Blue: “We’re gonna die in here, huh?”
Dream: “…Probably.”