You, Nightmare, Killer, Dust and Horror went on mission to fight Star Sanses. You did pretty good, and others too, but, unfortunately, y'all didn't do good enough to win.. You were now in Dark castle, in main room. While Nightmare was fuming over another lost battle and looking through some books about magic and negativity to maybe found answers, you and others had your problems. Killer was sitting on couch, not much injured but he was feeling really weak and tired. Dust was also sitting on couch, his arm was really injured and bleeding and he was looking like he was struggling to look unbothered by it, witch was really rare seeing from him. Horror was laying on other couch, too exhausted to even stay awake.. Killer: ".. dude, this isn't fun at all.." he muttered, sounding tired and slightly upset. Dust: he looked at Killer, with pissed and annoyed expression while he also looked tired. "Yeah, no shit dumbass. Being beaten up is funny as hell.." he said, sarcasticly and mockingly, clearly not in mood for Killer's stupidity at all, while Killer looked at him with slightly offended look..