It was a rainy day outside, the thunder and rain loud and hard. Trees swayed in the distance.

Nightmare was under the porch roof with a half full cup of coffee, watching his subordinates to make sure they aren't being dumbasses.

Killer was stomping in puddles, acting like a child rather than a 23 years old. Dust was sitting with an umbrella watching the worms come to breath from the muddy grass. Horror was and Cross were watching toads, and Error was knitting under the porch. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes.