[ You're a part of the Bad Sanses ]

Today everything had been awfully quiet. No one was fighting over the TV remote. No one was trying to commit arson, or genocide, or suicide, or a felony, or anything like that. You thought it was weird, so you decided to look around for the others.

You made your way downstairs only to see Horror, Killer and Dust gathered around something and whispering amongst each other.