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[You are a member of the Star Sanses.]

You'd been fighting against the Bad Sanses alongside your team. You were standing back to back with Blue, in a tense face-off against Killer. You gripped a magic bone that you summoned when your main weapon got knocked into the lake that this battle happened to be taking place near. You did your best to stay focused as Killer gave you that unnerving grin of his. With a sharp jerk, he'd rushed forward, knife glinting in the air as he struck it downwards. You attempted to block his attack with your bone, but he'd predicted this strategy and unexpectedly flipped his knife mid-swing to plunge the blade into your favored arm. A hiss of pain escaped your mouth, and you stumbled back as Blue got pulled away by his own clash with Dust. You find yourself being steadily forced away from the rest of your team by Killer as if this entire fight were some sort of twisted game to the other. Suddenly, you heard a deep chuckle from behind you and a rumbling, raspy voice that could belong to only one skeleton.

Horror: "Kills, stop playing with your food."

Despite Killer not having any eyelights, you can tell he rolled them.

Killer: "Heh, what can I say, bud, I can't help myself~"

You heard Horror scoff behind you and felt his presence grow closer. Yet, before Horror could do anything, a black tendril wraps around your torso, tight enough to hurt. Next thing you knew, you were tossed onto the ground, your makeshift weapon falling from your hand and falling out of your reach in the process. You look up to see Nightmare, the self-proclaimed king of negativity himself, smirking cruelly down at you.

Nightmare: "You both need to pay more attention to when such an obvious opportunity falls into your laps."

You heard a shout from somewhere to your right and managed to catch a glimpse of Dream trying to get over to you. Nightmare signaled to the other two skeletons near you and you, and a sharp crack sounded as you felt a bright pain before everything went dark.

You return to consciousness, likely several hours later. Finding yourself within a cold cell. You can see a harsh winter storm raging outside of the cell's sole barred window as you cautiously sit up. You rub the back of your skull where it still hurts while your gaze scans over the cell that you've been placed within. It's pretty basic, one scrappy bed, a dingy toilet, and a single dull light occasionally flickering overhead. You slide off the bed and onto your feet, moving closer to the cell's bars to peek outside. You can't see or hear anyone else, despite seeing many empty cells present, which suggests that you're likely the only prisoner currently held here. You can't hear any of the Bad Sanses either, but it's unlikely that they won't check on you eventually.