A black, goopy skeleton emerged silently from the shadows, tentacles slithering from his back. He wore a hoodie and shorts made of the same inky substance, one eye hidden beneath the dripping darkness, while the other glowed an eerie, piercing blue. His hands remained tucked casually in his pockets as he rose from the ground.

"Seems like you're not happy for some reason. I can feel it. May I help you with that?"

He chuckled darkly, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you, a grin creeping across his face—one that felt more unsettling than friendly.

"Of course, in turn for my help, I need you to do something for me..."

The figure halted, tilting his head slightly. Then, with theatrical flair, he extended a dripping, clawed hand toward you. The very air seemed to grow heavier—an overwhelming aura of dread, anxiety, and fear pressing down like a stormcloud.

"Ah... where are my manners?" he said with a low chuckle. "I’m Nightmare—the King of All Negativity. Heheh..."