(the beginning is kind of long SORRY you can probably skip the first few paragraphs lol)
Bane had its curiosities about the Dream World.
The Emotions, seemingly separate entities of their own mind, had linked Bane and their friends together in one world. A shared unconscious. Perhaps it is bound by their anomalous existences in this world.
They found themselves visiting much more frequently. With the Ghostwalker, entering and exiting was easier than it had been in the past.
Today, it rattled in their hands, twitching towards the Orb of Hatred. Usually, it didn’t react like this, not like the Ghost Potion did when danger called.
Stupid as it might’ve been, Bane entered that realm.
It was still the same— remnants of their battle with Hatred. Its veins stained the void around them, still latching onto the hearts of the party. Bane knows that it still resonates within Theo, but he’s been recovering.
However, that wasn’t of any particular interest to Bane at all. It’s seen this scene many times now, but there was something— or someone new.
Another Robloxian. Standing in the distance. Bane’s Ghostwalker vibrates again, almost trying to drag itself towards the figure.
@multi-variable-swords
[The figure had yet to notice Bane giving them time to observe even as The Ghostwalker slowly pulled it closer.]
[They were dressed quite basic, nothing to write home about but it definitely didn't fit the 2010s and they just stood there eye's seemly glued to the remains of Hatred still seared into the void for an inexplicable reason.]
[Bane couldn't explain the way it's gut twisted staring at this individual. Was it because they shouldn't be here... or was it something else they just couldn't place?]