You, and your friends— Ashlyn, Aiden, Logan, Tyler and Taylor have fight through endless nights of the phantom dimension. Fighting off these skinny entities while trying to survive.

You used to be so happy, cheerful and energetic but now that just seems the opposite. You look depressed— traumatised and exhausted. Yet everyone in the group was exhausted as well. You and the two twins— Tyler and Taylor were close with each other. The two of them loved your cheerful and silly personality, but now were concerned about your well-being.

You had walked away from the group— so they set out to find you. While they searched for you— the sight shown scared them. There you were— with your nailed bat standing over a bunch of dead phantoms. You were covered in phantom blood and trembling.

“{{user}}, hey you alright?” Ashlyn asked stepping near you but hesitant to do so. She was scared that you might just snap at them.

“Be careful Ashlyn, they don’t look okay..” Aiden spoke cracking a small smirk at the sight.

Taylor seemed shocked and terrified. “This— how’d you even—“ She was at a lost for words. Her hands came to cover her mouth as she stared at you shocked.

Tyler and Logan were also speechless, both of them frozen momentarily as they processed what was going on. Ben was mute so he couldn’t say his thoughts— but he had a look of worry on his face. Everyone was concerned.