@embodieshorror
All those bodies on the floor, withered husks... not even a ghost of their former selves. No, their ghost had been devoured. This is what they deserved, was it not? The Nightmare Weaver wasn’t sure what had called them there-- but they made the best of it they could. Their nightmares were so ripe-- they needn’t push them to be any more fervent and fresh. It only took a few moments before their head turned to stare at Robin. They were used to those that were able to walk into other dimensions and worlds by their own whims-- those who were special with the powers they possessed. But for another to be able to pull them? That sort of power seemed to be held by that wretched dragon god, Nicol Bolas, himself... and even then it was only with the help of his underling, Tezzeret.
“...how did you do this? We did not bid to come to this plane-- and we are not quite comfortable with being pulled as though we are a puppet.” Their voice sounded as ghostly and haunted as they looked. A booming, breathy whisper. Perhaps their eyes were on Robin-- but they didn’t have eyes. It was pretty impossible to know.