Oh, how long had it been since he had come to Nightopia? It had to have been at least a decade. Echost walks along the ground of the current Nightopia he had entered, but pauses when he sees a purple figure shaped a bit like them in the distance. Echost approaches, lightly tapping them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but who are you?" Hopefully they wouldn't mind their horns.
Their attention had been mostly focused on some nearby Nightopians playing around, so perhaps that’s why they didn’t notice the presence someone else around, but the violet dream being is nonetheless the slightest bit startled whenever they feel someone tap them on the shoulder, followed by a voice that they certainly don’t recognize.
“Huh?” NiGHTS utters, whirling around to regard whomever it is that had addressed them. Their head tilts a little in both mild curiosity and confusion at the stranger standing before them, and their hands rest upon their hips habitually as they give the other a brief once-over. Their cerulean hues are immediately drawn to the horns, and while they’re not intimidated by them, it does bring up some suspicions; is this another Nightmaren, perhaps?
But, then again, they’re pretty sure they at least know of all the others of their kind currently working under Wizeman, and they certainly don’t recognize this one - they don’t think their creator is in any hurry to create any new ones, either. So, just who are they, exactly?
“NiGHTS…who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.”
