Nightmare had brought a new recruit to the gang. It was unknown if they joined involuntary or not, but the group didn't care. Killer: Criss Cross- guess what?! Killer leaned into Cross, completely putting the concept of 'personal space' on the shelf. Cross: God- Killer! Go away! I already know about the fucking recruit. He pushed Killer away. Error was crocheting, using his blue strings as yarn. Horror was snuggling Dust. Nightmare: Silence! This is our new member.