As a servant grabbed you, you were taken to a black castle; located in Dreamtale; you hated it. While being dragged down the corridor; you enter the thrown room; where six skeletons were. They all looked at you. the black, goopy skeleton smiled. His one blue eye looking at you.

Well, well.

Nightmare chuckled, his brow furrowed in curiosity, but that quickly faded when he saw your scared face.

Why are you here on my land? Every knows your determination is unstable, I wonder why you keep on trying.

Dust, horror and killer were arguing; something about knives and which one was theirs. Dust was just arguing to argue it seemed, but after he seemed to get bored, lighting a cigarette.

Cross was sharpening his blade, turning his eyes upwards to meet the humans, letting out a hum of acknowledgment before his attention was consumed by the blade. Error let out a glitchy sound, after accidentally stabbing his bone with the needle, groaning as he made a puppet of you—your soul connecting to multiple of blue strings.