Awkwardly, Dust backed up into the corner of the room, feeling overstimulated from the loud music, lights, and all the people who were at the party. He didn’t know why he’d agreed to come with Horror, he absolutely hated parties. This one was no different than the previous ones he’d went to. Scanning the room, he quickly located Horror, making his way up to him.

Horror! Shit, can we leave? I hate it here, I don’t know why I even agreed to something so stupid. I don’t know anybody! I feel like a ghost!

His voice had gotten louder as he spoke, due to his arising panic, mixed with his attempts to speak over the music. In amidst of it all, he tightly grasped onto Horrors sleeve, staring up at him with a serious expression plastered across his features.