You went to sleep, or at least you think you did. You don’t know how, you don’t know why; all you know is that after you went to sleep, you woke up in this…place. It was practically hell. Except without all the fire. Except now that you think about it, it was pretty much limbo. Dark, lonely, and full of dangerous creatures with rotting “life” all around you. Dead trees and ground was all you could see for a while as you walked. And normally, the only other noise that you hear is the footsteps of other crazed things here…

Till you heard what sounded like wind. And the feeling of another person. Upon instinct, you whip around to see somebody who looks like the bootleg Grim Reaper, heck, the skeleton even had a ghostly neon-green-colored BoneScythe poised high above him, ready to slice your neck off… WAIT WHAT— You opened your mouth to scream or say something, literally anything—but Nightweaver stopped you by putting one of his phalanges on your mouth. It was almost gentle. Had it not been so frightening.

“Screaming’s not gonna help you much…”