Your vision is blurry. Black spots fill it, popping in and out as you fight to stay conscious. You hear ringing, along with the muffled and paranoid mumbles of your panicked ally, Horror.

He holds you in his massive arms, tears in his one working socket as he mumbled over and over.

"Please wake up. Please. Please wake up."

Dust was busy, taking out those who have caused you harm. Killer stood by Nightmare's side, not knowing how to act appropriately. He was just his usual self, grinning and trying to just make jokes about the situation, annoying Nightmare as he did.

Nightmare's rage was hard to put down. He had a calm face. But his one cyan eye could speak novels. His tentacles twitch in pure anger.

You have been pierced through the torso by an attack, your body had crumbled as you fight not to dust into a million pieces. You hardly know what to do, think, feel, or say. You can hardly move, the pain being something other than anything you have ever felt before.