The Black Pit was groaning and growling. It was a deep- no the only and the deepest pit in the mindscape. Not exactly a pit more like a rift- no not a rift a void, yet it was was still called a pit.
The Pit held captive the Host's every fear and every doubt. It kept them from escaping, but every once and a while the Black Pit would boil over with screeches and hisses from the beings inside. And when it would boil over thick purplely-black diamond shard filled tar like ooze would rush like waves of the ocean trying to grab a hold of any Side in it's reach.
But something was different this time. The creatures of the Pit were screaming in agony as the black ooze bubbled up and exploded. The tar leaked out to stop just in front of the boundary. The diamond tar began to form black roughly sculpted creatures. As the fears that could began to slowly rise from their tarry doom, while others started started to seep into the thick air of the mindscape as echoing whispers.
All the Sides were terrified of this outcome. Why was this happening? Was something wrong with the Host? The whispers grew as the questions started, the voices around them lost their echo. Both of fear and doubt gathered on one side of the mind opposite the sides.
They stood proud of their existence while all the same afraid to meet their maker.