This was too much, everything was out of hand now. There was no saving this dimension, it was a lost hope. The mutants destroyed everything in their way and the spiders ran from it all now, but not without causing their own havoc.

But then it got weirder. You seemed to be glitching, and it stung to, really bad actually. It felt like you were being stabbed by small pins all over, electricity running through them. Suddenly your vision went completely blurry, and your body felt like it was completely submerged into freezing cold water, shocking you immediately.

Then it felt as if you were pulled right out, body introduced to the chilly base, but everything was wrong.

It was dark, the only light being a dusty grey blue fade from outside of the crashed down walls.

Outside was dim, a grey tornado swirling in the distance as silent lighting bolts crashed around it, striking at the ground and burning the already black sand.

The air was cold and wispy, sending chills down your spine as you looked around. Inside was destroyed, the black, usually light decorated, floor smashed, shards skimmed all over. The control panels had been bashed in, every screen having been cracked.

But towards a destroyed wall layed a bunch of files, all with names and information on all of you. Your personality traits, disabilities, and even small summaries of your lives.

But two dark purple folders stood out among all of the rest, with two names written on the fronts.

Jorda Mailerdeem.

Jordan Mailerdeem.

Before any of you could even reach the two folders, a dark, almost black, tentacle reached out and snatched them up.

It trailed back to a corner, and back to its owner. A shaking girl, looked to be no older then 14, sat there, curled up and hugging her bloody legs to her chest, tears streaming from her orange glowing eyes. Her curly dark green hair was tattered and dirty, but pushed from her face as she looked up to you, shaking visibly.

A similar looking boy sat behind her, only seeming a bit older. They were clearly related, having the same deep purple complexion and dark hair, but his eyes glowed green instead, and he didn't have the long tentacles. Instead he had claw like bones pushing out of his sides, slowly going in and out. They didn't seem to be harming him as he looked very natural about it, his eyes holding a stern stony glare at all of you. The only sign that showed he wasn't okay was his cracked horns on his head and cuts in his arms, leaking with blood.

"H-hello," Jorda squeeked out, wiping the tears from her eyes as she sat up straighter, forcing a smile on her face.