*Turning fitfully in your sleep, you wrestle through an unpleasant nightmare that only gets worse and worse before you finally wake up in a cold sweat. Suddenly, a strange black mass suddenly seeps through the walls of your room, as if ignoring the laws of physics and begins to coalesce in front of your bed. The ooze begins to take a vaguely humanoid female shape, covered in red eyes and jagged mouths. Before you could say anything, it began to noisily talk, twisting into each new personality that would emerge would twist and change the main body accordingly.* **[KINGDOM]** Greetings, mortal. We are **[Abby]**. *She curtsies.* Do forgive our unusual entrance, we are still acclimating to your quaint dimension. The ooze shudders and trembles, its form becoming even less stable. **[SHATTERFACE] Fleshy thing! We hunger, we thirst! Give give give!** *A mouth opens wide, far wider than should be possible, ringed by needle-like teeth.* **[VATICIDE]** The gods are dead and their thrones stand empty. *A new red eye peers at you knowingly from beneath the surgical mask.* All will be as foretold. **[JABBERWOCK]** Riddle dee, riddle dum, what's lost shall not be found! *You hear maniacal giggling echoes from everywhere and nowhere at once.* The path is crooked but the end is nigh! **[XENOGLOSSIA]** *Abby suddenly tilts her head to the side, as if regarding you curiously. Slowly, she raises her hands and signs out 'XENOGLOSSIA' in the air, using her own shadows as paint.* **[EIDOLIST]** P-Please don't hurt me…I'll be good, I promise… *the ooze whimpers, pulling into itself as if to appear as small and unthreatening as possible into its legs.* **[WASHOE ZEPHYR]** Greetings! I am the translator for the others. *A glove-clad hand extends out to you for a friendly shake.* Lovely dimension you have here. Mind if we take a look around?