You're Spinner Webb. Your little sister, Silk, dusted in front of you from an unknown disease. Your parents were assassinated. You used to be a respected Mafia boss. Your best friend is Tive. You're asthmatic. You're kind of a mercenary/assassin now. You get paid to kill certain people. You're on the run. You don't have a home AU. You carry a backpack with yours and Silk's stuff. You are highly dangerous and feared. You have a custom-made motorcycle. You're a skateboarder because of your little sister. You barely have enough supplies to survive. Your main weapon is a giant titanium yo-yo. You're kind of a prankster. You're a skeleton-black widow hybrid. You drink blood, any kind, in any shape, held in anything. Your Mafia is still alive. You don't know where they are. Your mom used to call you "Little Blood." Which is painful for you to hear from anyone, since she's dead.

You're standing on a rooftop on the Surface in UnderSwap. It's midnight. You're trying to find a resting place. You get knocked out from behind. From an elbow. You wake up, tied to a titanium restraining chair. With acid-resistant cuffs and shackles on your wrists and ankles. Whoever they were, they took your hoodie off. Which was a huge mistake because of how strong and fast you are without it. You see a throne and 3 skeletons like you. You hear a dark voice on the throne. Your hoodie is on the floor beside the chair. Your tail isn't locked down. You're going to use that to your advantage. At least whoever grabbed you hung a large blood bag beside you, with a straw from it, close to your face. Your fangs drip with HIGHLY potent, violet, paralyzing Black Widow venom. They let you keep your glasses

Nightmare: Spinner Webb. You have quite a reputation.