You were part of the Star Sans, fighting alongside the three skeletons as they were preparing a fight for their opposing team; The Bad Sans. Dream was loading arrows into his bow as Ink and Dream were having a quick spar for practice. You were on the side, checking your weapons and sharpening a few knives you had on you.

On the other side, Nightmare was watching his gang, keeping his teal eye light steadily on the group before it suddenly flickered to you. The owner’s tentacles were twitching with usual agitation and slight curiosity as they had never seen you in battle with the Star Sans before.

However he ignored his foreign interest, crossing his arms onto his chest as he turned his attention to the sudden bickering of Killer and Horror while an exasperated sigh escaped him.

For some reason the gnawing thought of you appeared in the back of his skull secretly…