#long post...

Nightmare -

Appearance: Nightmare wears a dark teal high neck shirt. The stomach area of the shirt has a corset esque design, with a flower pattern embroidered into it. The sleeves of the shirt are loose and somewhat baggy, only to tighten at the wrist and flare out at the end. He wears a long dark purple cloak with a moon clasp. The inside of the cloak has gold star patterns (constellations is probably the right word to use). He wears black pants that have many pockets sewn into them and black combat boots.

Nightmare is very awkward around people, and very blunt. He doesn't like to sugarcoat things, even if it does make people upset. Despite being an empath, he often struggles to comprehend emotions. He cares a lot for his gang and makes sure they all get therapy and take care of themselves. He feela regret for being too late to save someone from their fate. He hopes to one day be able to help Flare out, though he knows it will not happen anytime soon. He enjoys reading ofc, but also likes participating in everyone else's hobbies, even if he isn't the best at them.

Killer -

Appearance: Basic Killer appearance, HOWEVER!! This man has pins all over his jacket, he likes to collect them. He also has some of those little iron on patches. Like you get in girl scouts. His hood has cat ears on it :). He wears high top tennis shoes, like vans or smth, and refuses to unite them to put them on. He will just slip them on

Killer is a menace to the multiverse, he messes with anyone and everyone. He also is still learning what the concept of personal space is (... He got too close to Flare a couple times). He was the first one Nightmare picked up and after a lot of therapy he became a certified gremlin. He can actually be quite calm when he wants to. He'll often be seen just following the other members of the gang around or just hanging out with them. He likes to make pottery :). When on missions, he typically is the one who causes the most mayhem and property damage, often having to be dragged away by the others. He is the middle child

Cross -

Appearance: Cross wears a black turtleneck and a white slightly oversized jacket. He is typically seen with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The inside of his jacket is a dark purple. He has various flowers embroidered onto it in different colors. He wears dark grey cargo pants and black boots with sewn in vine details. He also wears a dull purple scarf with his heart locket under it.

Cross doesn't tend to emote much, you can tell what he's feeling by small twitches in his expression. Like his eyes narrowing or widening slightly, the corners of his mouth moving up or down slightly, etc. This man can't show his emotions properly. He's also pretty quiet most of the time, he tends to scare the other members of the gang by accident. Like Killer, he can be seen following people around from time to time, making sure they're safe. It's a habit from his days in the royal guard. He enjoys gardening a lot, he finds it relaxing to tend to the flowers he's planted. He's pretty protective of those he cares about, often anxious about losing them like he lost those in Xtale. He can often be seen taking with XChara, who is of course invisible to others. During missions he often tends to go straight for the target, wanting to get it done as fast as possible.

Horror -

Appearance: Horror wears a thick dark grey jacket that has fur on the hood. Like Killer, he has various patches on his jacket. He wears a black knitted turtleneck. He has maroon fingerless gloves that have violet accents. He wears black cargo pants and dark brown hiking boots.

Horror is usually pretty calm most of the time. He often gets distracted when doing tasks and forgets what he's doing. He doesn't like speaking all too much due to the trouble he has, so he uses sign language most of the time. He enjoys making dark jokes and seeing the reactions he gets. He cares for the other members of the gang a lot and makes sure they care for themselves. During missions, he usually is the one keeping an eye on Killer so he doesn't cause too much trouble. He enjoys cooking and baking and also likes taking photos. He was the second one to picked up by nightmare and is the oldest child. He has his own section of the garden for growing various crops so he can use them in food and takes care of it with the help of Cross.

Ink -

Appearance: Ink typically wears various colorful sweaters that are covered by light brown overalls that have paint covering them, they also have a pocket filled with various pens. His vials are in a belt instead of a sash and each one has unique caps so Ink doesn't forget what they are used for. He wears artist gloves that have colorful patterns on them. He wears simple black slip on shoes and has rainbow socks. He wears a cream colored scarf that has many notes on it.

Ink doesn't understand emotions at all. He understands the basics of them but also doesn't understand things like tears of joy. He struggled a lot to figure out what emotions the vials gave him, he often uses situational cues or facial expressions to know which vial to take. He will sometimes hurt other people's feelings and not realize until they tell him. He is very hyper most of the time, having a hard time doing one task for a long period of time. He is very good at multitasking despite his memory issues. He will often avoid some of the more negative AUs because he believes that it is just their story playing out, though he will occasionally visit Fell universes. He has a tiny bit of hope that he could help Flare change for the good (... It gets tinier with every destroyed au. This man is NOT committed to this). He's very annoyed with Nightmare for messing with AU storylines and just messing with AUs in general.

Dream -

Appearance: Dream wears a short golden cloak with a sun clasp, the inside being darker and having silver vine patterns. He has the same type of shirt as Nightmare, but in white. He wears a golden brown vest with yellow accents. He wears black pants and grey boots with light blue accents. He still wears his circlet.

Dream is a very positive individual. He does his best to keep everyone happy. He doesn't like the idea of negativity in the multiverse unless for specific things, like grief. Otherwise he'll do his best to keep people from experiencing negative emotions. He overworks himself a lot, with Swap often making him take breaks. He wants to go back to how things used to be with Nightmare. He knows that's his brother, and not some evil parasite or whatever, but he still wants the brother he knew back. He wishes Nightmare would give up on spreading negativity so they could stop fighting. He is often put off by Ink's emotions due to how artificial they feel. He does his best to avoid Flare, knowing how dangerous he is. He does his best to visit aus, but can't do it often without interfering with the story.

Swap -

Appearance: .... I'll update this later he's being stubborn...

Swap is pretty neutral in regards to things. He isn't on any particular side most of the time, though when he is it is usually with the Stars. If he sees nightmare or any of his gang in an au, he won't step in or interfere with what they're doing unless people are getting hurt. He's managed to form a very shaky friendship with Flare, and refuses to fight him during battles because of it. He tries to help out whenever he can with whoever he can. He likes taking care of his friends, making sure they eat, sleep, and just relax. He doesn't tend to travel the multiverse much unless necessary, preferring to stay in his own AU with his brother. He can get hyper at times, but surprisingly he is pretty calm most of the time.

Reaper -

Appearance: Reaper wears a long black hooded cloak that has silver swirls embroidered on the bottom, it also has sleeves. The clasp of the cloak is a small gaster blaster with blue gems for eyes. Under the cloak he wears a dark grey turtleneck and black pants. He wears dark brown gladiator sandals

six is a light sleeper . it's as if she's still braced to defend herself even in this rare , vulnerable state . she jerks and twitches beside him , occasionally outright stirring with a staggered gasp - only to take a minute to let her breathing even , before leaning back again , eyelids drooping .

snatched moments of slumber to offset exhaustion - it is a disadvantage that they cannot afford when the odds are already stacked against them in this place .

there are no dreams here , only nightmares . resting is not a reprieve from torment , not altogether ... but at least these dreams are only a falsified rendition of the evils pursuing them .

runaway is no stranger to being haunted and tormented as he sleeps .

sometimes , he is swimming , and a shrivelled hand clutches at his ankle with the same vice - like unforgivingness that the shackle clamped around the other does . a haggard prune of a woman grins up at him toothily from the murky depths , her dark , sunken eyes twinkling with malice as she pulls her captured prey down , down , down into the disgusting water . he screams , and cries out , and thrashes . the icy cold of the water's embrace paralyses him and fills his lungs . his heart beats quick and fast in his chest . he feels weaker by the moment , and -

... and what ? he's not sure . usually , he'll jerk awake in a cold sweat , tears running down his pallid visage , the terror still fresh even as he slowly registers that it was only a nightmare . the aftermath of the dream encounter is always left hanging ... vague , cryptic . unknown . but easy enough to assume . that witch probably ate him , like he was nothing more than one of her rotten fish heads discarded from the kitchens .

sometimes , he is back in the dormitory again . laying awake , staring up at the ceiling , countless other children tossing and turning in the beds around him . yet he feels all alone .

the shackle clutches at his ankle . it's heavy , and it cuts harshly into his skin , and it hurts . roger potters around , the death rattle of his breathing and the shuffling of his feet as unnerving as ever ... without warning , the janitor reaches into his bed , and plucks him from the covers . he covers runaway's mouth so he can't scream , and he grips him so tightly when the boy attempts to bite his fingers that breathing becomes even more of an impossibility . a punishment for impudence .

he soon falls limp in the monster's grasp , and becomes acutely aware of his little body being set down ... resting against something soft once again . for a brief , incredulous moment , he wonders if he's simply been taken back to bed ; extended a mercy from a man he thought incapable of such a thing . but then those long , spindly fingers reach across , and begin to bundle him up in ... bandaging ?! wrapping him up ... almost like - like a parcel of meat ... like a dead body -

... and his fate thereafter is another mystery . there is no finality , no last breath taken - he jolts awake , his breathing laboured and heavy and deliberate , as if to make up for the way he was smothered in his dream .

yet there is one dream that has an ending . one that unsettles him in a way that is not so easily shaken . he expects cruelty from the overgrown workers that occupy this ship . but there is something far more sinister about this particular fabrication of his mind . more hurtful . it sets him on edge though he tries to dismiss it as nothing more than some cruel trick , or irrational paranoia .

he's seen the way she eats . salivates . hunger seems to reduce her to something almost primal . six curls over in physical agony as her starved stomach growls . her little legs tremble and almost buckle under her as she staggers forward . he helps her . holds her hands , guides her forward , encourages her to lean on him while they seek out something to tide over this fresh new pang of hunger .

in his dreams , he feels ... strangely small , and six is bigger . not as big as a monster , but bigger all the same ... it's - all wrong .

she's shambling towards him , her face cast in shadow , and he's looking up at her concernedly , unable to read her expression ... but he knows these jerky , laboured movements . what torment is wracking her . he turns and plucks from heaps of food a sausage , proffering it in an earnest extension of help . her starved phalanges reach out , splay open . the boy shuffles forward to close the already incremental space between them , allow her the easiest access possible to the sustenance in his arms ,

she leaps at him with a terrifying suddenness , a ferocity , she pins him down , cutting her nails into his flesh , he's trying to cry out , but he - he can't ! he's trying to push her off , but he's so weak ... he can't even plead . he's - voiceless . why ? please ... he's looking up at her for any sign of recognition , or remorse , he finds none . her teeth sink unforgivingly into his flesh .

she bites . she tears , pulling away his flesh . she chews . consumes . he feels every agonising second as her teeth cut through his skin and sinew and meat , suckling on him , spittle and drool dripping across his languishing frame . he whimpers . he cries . he thrashes weakly , but she won't let up - she's killing him . draining the life out of him , devouring him . like a cat chewing up a canary . something warm and wet pours from his gaping wound ... the hole carved into his chest by six's maw .

he feels himself die . blackness seeps in , and she stands over him , fading from his vision ...

" why - ?! "

he finally hears his voice cut through the air , strangled and shaky with raw panic . six is still beside him , her expression crumpled with a faint bewilderment , and he's still beside her . but things are right again . she's smart ; quick to put two and two together , always .

" nightmare ? "

" ... "

he doesn't trust himself to speak . not yet . he nods mutely , swallows thickly . it takes every fibre of self - composure not to move away from her . distrust prickles beneath his skin , seeking to furrow straight into his heart and make a home there .

but he mustn't let it .

" mmm . b - bad one . "

" well . there's no such thing as a good one . " she deadpans . six struggles with this , he knows . extending comfort . general reassurance . a lot of nowhere's children are ; it's all but an alien concept here .

" no , there's not . " he hugs his knees to his chest . he can't meet her gaze . " the worst one , then . "

" ... you want to tell me ? "

" ... no . 's'okay . it's - already going away , anyway . i won't remember soon ... and - i don't want to . "