HELELOS: Then a spider popped out and said “take your meds schizo”. So I PULVERIZED his ASS from DUSK til DAWN! Anyways, I can’t read. WHERE ARE WE!?

FAMILIAR: You shouldn't listen to negative voices. We're over Phantasm Chasm.

MARITH: Our divine steed can fly? How profane!

HELELOS: Ah, that's why you pay attention while driving; RANDOM CLIFFS! I'll keep that in mind in the next life! SHIT BOY I DIE!!!

HELELOS: NICE, I only landed on MY HEAD! EUGH, this place smells like OVERPRICED FARTS and the INEVITABLE FATE OF ALL MORTALS! If they find me my ass will get BOOTED for NOT having enough CLASS, WEALTH AND STATUS. Better hide in OBSCURITY, where the rich DON'T CARE TO LOOK.

YOPHIEL: Hide here your infernal schizoidness, someone's coming.

EMPRESS: Shocking to none, my bumbling underling is lost when we have dead dreams to seal and reality layers to fix. Worse, a wretched fool is interfering with cults and destroyed the Black Swan Motel! Abhorrent!

YOPHIEL: No use facing a diva from Dead Star Inc; she'll end your story faster than a car wreck. If you can distract that aristocrat then I'll transfer you with my ego.

HELELOS: Hmrawr, if I piss him off then the ANGRY MOB will BOTHER ME. I just wanna have fun as a king...

YOPHIEL: Oh, Glad Prince of Order, hmm? Good to know you want to live your life kneeling to those in power and never making your dreams come true.

HELELOS: Hey COOL GUY! I BET YOU SMELL NICE and PEOPLE TREAT YOU WITH RESPECT AND KINDNESS!

PLUTEESH: Who put this delicious pie here!?

PLUTEESH: Dawn breaks evenly today. Time to GET OUT of this NIGHTMARE!

PLUTEESH: Thankfully rich cunts only care about themselves. I got to hide in that Altar Room until the plot device waltzed into another indistinct area of my waking nightmare. -AHEM COUGH- Excuse me other cunts, I need to go flush my -EXCESS- MONEY DOWN THE DRAIN LIKE USUAL.

ZEPARSH: My dude Pluteesh! How art thee doing tonight?

PLUTEESH: I just slit my wrist and took off my pants for reasons unknown! Where's the exit in this fine place?

ZEPARSH: Bodacious! I knoweth a secret place neareth.

AGE 24: Careful, I heard an street rat is scurrying about!

AGE 24: Word on the wind is that a festering rat pretending to be sentient assaulted Black Swan Motel. Ratso shot the manager with an sniper rifle and bullied a poor beloved cultist into suicide! GROSS!

PLUTEESH: (Manager...?)

ZEPARSH: Radical! I has't hath foundeth the way out!

ZEPARSH: Whoa! How fares thee?

PLUTEESH: This shit was funny at first but now I can't stop CRINGING. Get me OUTTA HERE!

AGE 24: We got company!

SIS: H-hi friends. I'm Miss S-salvation from Dead S-star Inc. Miss M and I are looking for dead dreams that've sent reality into chaos!

SIS: Some time ago fellow DSI member named R.B.D investigated a bookstore undercover to hunt a dead dream (or creature of woe) called "The Inoculated Bastard". Footage s-shows a s-struggle with him and the dead dream that ended Black Expanse ripping open and then we lost contact! R.B.D has been missing ever s-since and I worry deeply for his fate. Shortly after that battle a s-strange event in an alley behind the store occurred. Footage was unclear, but it looked like a coyote with a paper bag on its head (or was it a radio) cursing a bookstore clerk. At that moment reality begin to fragment in madness! If we don't fix it s-soon then the Midnight Lands will descend into total nonsense!

PLUTEESH: (That mark looks like my tattoo. Same place too...hmrawr.)

ZEPARSH: Mondo-tacular! Who is't throwing a naughty party ov'r yond'r?

SIS: Goodness, it's the dead dreams that've been stirring up trouble! Holy s-smokes, his s-smug aura is s-sending me aboard the crazy s-ship!!! I g-goofed again! My f-flesh is not QUITE R-RIGHT. AHAHAHAHA!!!

DEVIANT: Break my b-back and fuck me like a whore! Your pain will be washed away, you k-king of deceit!

AGE 24: No way! Corruption from the Black Expanse has sent her into wretched anarchy and rebellion! Stop her before she creates meaningful change that benefits those without power and wealth!!!

ZEPARSH: Not tubular! I wonneth't alloweth thee to changeth our narrative! En garde, ye monstrous filth!

ZEPARSH: Tremendous! Thee shalt payeth f'r thine sins---euuuugh!

DEVIANT: S-silence, impotent coward! Your t-time is coming to an end and you c-can't hide behind your falsehoods! A new m-messiah is emerging!

PLUTEESH: Oh man, you got POUNDED by a GIRL! RAWRAwRARAWRhaHA---EUUuuUGH!

DEVIANT: M-maddening cries for help in the Black Expanse warn this world of an entity called "Messenger of the Dead Dream"; a vile messiah born from the nightmare of a d-dead b-beast. It s-shall be your last vision as you trip into nothingness!

ZEPARSH: Unreal! The abyss hast opened!

AGE 22: Nobody hurts Sir Z unfairly! I'll shut you down like a bank on Sunday!!! TAKE THIS!!!

DEVIANT: This only d-delays the inevitable! Once the beast awakens, all s-shall be lost! AHAHAHA!!!

ZEPARSH: Unfair! Mine own consort did sacrifice herself f'r me. I wilt rescueth her!!

ZEPARSH: Yes! I cannot alloweth mine own friend to sinketh into the abyss with me. Mine own legacy is poison'd by the hate i've inflict'd onto oth'rs. In my youth, mine own pride, arrogance and selfishness did cause much suffering to oth'rs. Many valorous people hadst fallen into disgrace by mine own handeth and I bethought I wouldst beest f'rgotten as a vile monst'r. But thee did teach me the Golden Path lies from helping those in needeth. Thee hath brought me backeth from the Black Expanse and did turn me into a respected knight! Thou art the true hero and shalt not fall with me!

ZEPARSH: Far out! Mineth pow'r casts out darkness from thine vessel and saves those in needeth! Thine story must continue! Farethewell mineth friend, and grant thee mercy f'r such a blessed life.

HELELOS: Back in my old flesh like nothing changed besides the pain in my heart. Something tells me that "borrowing" this aristo-cat is gonna make life nightmarish later, but none seem to care unless they see the truth. And my reflection mirrors the truth.