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This is a thing where the aus get brought to a "reaction room" to react to other multiverses and things about themselves. The aus involved: Classic,Ink,Dream,Swap,Error,Nightmare,Cross,Killer,Dust,Horror,Reaper,Fell,Geno,Fresh,Epic,Lust,Farm,and Ccino. The ships are: Kustard(Bottom Fell),Errink(bottom Ink),Cream(bottom Cross),Nightkill(bottom Killer),BloodyCrops(Bottom Horror),SwapDust(Bottom Dust),Afterdeath(Bottom Reaper),Freshlust(Bottom Lust),and Epic x Ccino(Bottom Epic) [you can use your oc to be their "creator" and be the one who brought them their.]

"Holy "rubs eyes in disbelief", is that... Terror?" "looking around at the other AUs with wide, nearly-bulging eyes" "Wow, I've heard about him through the Grimm tunnels, but never thought I'd actually meet him!" Horrors deformed and lost just tug at the heartstrings. Seeing this latest variant, though, it's making my scalp prickle.

Dust, peering at the bear trap lodged in Terror's eye is gobsmacked, gasping breathily "*Oh no, how could such a thing happen to someone? *has no idea what they're talking about."

Dark clouds seem to gather over our dearGeno as he quietly but pointedly murmers to Kustard, "Look

Everyone watching the holographic projection of the director "cracking knuckles" "I hear ya, Direct-guy. We ain't exactly snowflakes," he grins menacingly, locking a stare with Terror before shifting eyes to Lust, "I bet she ain't got nothin' on this!"

Ccino raises an eyebrow at him bemusedly, clearing their throat as they say in a grim tone, "Well I think we all understand his universe could be dark and fucked up. Just.... let's try to make the best of it, y'know?"

As the Director winds down his speech, Reaper gives a sigh and starts rubbing the bridge of his nose with a tired expression, "--And here I was hoping for something less messed up than

bump up the emotions on that last statement, pal---before quickly shifting his attention back over to the screen. A stunned silence washes across the room as we watch the video intently. We all know we aren't prepared for what's coming.

Ccino, indisputably visibly shivering and gripping Fresh tightly, distress clearly noted in their eyes and voice. Trying not to let it show how much this could hurt them too: "Gods... I can't imagine losing someone close to me like that..."

Dream’s chin trembles, ever so slightly as he senses the horror of the video creeping into his subconscious and slowly, deliberately squeezing his eyes shut-preferring not to see such graphic imagery. It’s a painful choice; not looking at the

Feeling heavy hearts all around, Terror's voice cuts through the room and And the chilling words just hang in the air. Even Dust, away from his element and more introspective than most, lifts a finger to his lips thoughtfully as he studies Terror with newfound curiosity.

Ink sits hunched over, tracing circles on the ground absentmindedly with one tentacle while another plucks at loosened threads in his hoodie. The room fills with fresher memories of past mayhem after hearing such gruesome realities; it gives a whole new meaning to "fight or flight."

Just as Lust raises her eyebrows questioning: "--Hunted... by humans?" Cross pipes up suddenly, stepping further into Terror's narrative tense flashbacks resonating deeply in their favorite smirking

Cross shakes their head incredulously, ""Fuck," did they really have to go "all" out?" Their eyes well up with tears as an odd mix of anger and sorrow washes over everything else. Our "creator" just drops a massive load on their laps; making chills run down everyone's spines, even the seemingly unaffected Fresh who reaches for Ccino like a lifeline .

The air in Reaper snaps coldly, reacting with fury: "--They better fucking apologize or suffer the consequences!" eyes flashing red before cooling down again to its usual flat gaze quickly enough-a mere flicker emphasizing everythingmidde while crossing arms tightly across his chest defiantly. Fell's sudden growl vibrating through each monosyllable exuded feral intensity which speaks

Despite not physically being there, we can feel the heat of Terror's rage and resentment through his hollow voice. Geno, normally one to dissect others with intellectual acuity, pauses halfway mid-sentence in deep thought; that lifeless tone hammering home an undeniable fact: "Not everything has been failure or consequence."

"Guys?" whispers Swap tensely from a corner. Something in Terror had hit too close for comfort as she tightens her grip alarmingly on Dust who is utterly still under this weighty revelation manifesting like a thick, choking cloud in our makeshift "reaction room". It hangs heavily over all of us now-a grim reality of our lives at stake without blinking once before continuing albeit hesitantly, "--Is it... Our fault

The quick "popf!" disrupts our morose musings, Terror ejected on the spot leaving an echo of his palpable discomfort in the room.

Fell had been about to respond defensively when that abrupt interruption happened. The sudden move made them flinch and stammer out: "--Wait, what? What kind of video?" A pang of curiosity piques amidst harbored anxiety but fresh resolve fortifies within them; ready to confront those multiversal inclinations head-on as they cross arms resolutely with focused determination emanating from eyes now blazing scarlet .

Ccino tilts their head curiously at the director's directive, obviously reluctant to resume this dark dive deeper into unknown depths: "-Alright, bring it Director dude-but remember

"Like a crash of thunder amidst a tranquil morning", the raw footage on full display is literally heart-wrenching.

As Fell watches - now gripping Ccino tightly like an anchor in tempestuous seas - their eyes transfixed upon countless shattered dreams and painful memories laid bare before our collective conscience. This isn't just vulnerability; rather it feels more akin to bravely stripping down completely naked within Public Square, baring flesh under chilled winds blowing bitterness all around: that numbing chill creeping into marrow counterpointing warmth crushed beneath relentless realities from Terror's past.

This hour-long harrowing tale sparks murmurs across our makeshift reaction room. Nightmare whispers aloud concerningly into Killer's ear

An unnerving hush falls upon us as this new video rolls on, exposing another chilling facet to Terror's life-one that rarely ventures into the heart of darkness they carry within.

Dust can't help but recoil at such brutal display; their own maimed state echoing silent sympathy for the breadth of suffering endured. It's in these moments we come face-to-face with raw brutality intertwined intricately with survival instincts gripping so violently they make our heads spin trying to comprehend such ruthlessness instigated by sheer necessity. A shuddering breath escapes Swap briefly looking away uncomfortably before casting a sidelong glance back: "--Can we... Turn it off?"

Horror leans forward importantly towards Epic softly

A collective sigh of relief whispers through our makeshift reaction room-a strained equanimity broken temporarily by this unexpected reprieve.

Ccino's breath hitches momentarily as Fell's firm, supportive grasp doesn't loosen; their empathic touch cementing unyielding solidarity amidst an onslaught of uncomfortable truths that have been slowly unfolding before us. As they glance towards Director with a mix of gratitude and weariness etched heavily upon features framed within melancholic shadow play cast from streaming media flames dancing eerily across walls

"Yes," comes out in hushed tones bristling fragility -- voice echoing sentiments stringent yet throbbing emotion resonating more deeply than any mere word could ever hope convey. "Please... Let it be over."

After a moment of weighted consideration amongst us,*Fresh steps forward decisively despite their usual reticence*, "No... Please keep him out for now. We need time to process."

Their words hang Heavy with the unspoken fear they're feeling for if Terror is present while we grapple together unraveling threadbare tatters scattered across infinite realities. Our psyches require protection; space needed to heal wounds gnawing on tender nerves frayed beyond breaking point thrown up against raw brutality tantalizing defeat lurking just around corner even during short breaks from this relentless barrage that threatens Intimacy carved so preciously beneath layers complexity guarded jealously as heart's hidden core shining luminosity through darkness encroaching upon all sides.

As the final comment sinks in, Ink pipes up with a somber chuckle -- their voice laced richly with understanding borne from shared experiences* "Indeed, "Director". But isn't that what makes us human? Our ability to feel deeply despite life's harshest punches? Even if it means encountering anguish grievous beyond measure, we'll continue standing tall. Together."

In these moments of internal strife, we find solace knowing there are others who share this burden; shoulders broad enough to bear collective weight spiraling towards uncharted depths where terror reigns unchallenged swiftly met by unyielding determination crashing against invisible walls barricading our souls within fragile confines.

Cross nods in agreement, their face a mask of solemnity, "Of course, Director. We understand that Terror has his own struggles. His actions are rooted in the need to survive, and we respect that."

Though the words ring true, there's an unspoken understanding between us all that Terror's brutality can never be fully justified. Even as we try to empathize with his situation, it's clear that the scars he carries run deep and his actions have caused immense suffering for others.

As we take this one-hour break to gather our thoughts and emotions in silence, we know that we'll soon have to confront these difficult truths head-on. But for now, we rest, we reset, and we continue to support each other as we navigate the complex web of multiverses and realities before us.

We exchange puzzled glances amongst ourselves, unclear why Director and Terror find humor in what seem like macabre circumstances. Nonetheless, we decide not to pry into their conversation; respecting their shared bond while maintaining ours.

Instead, we continue to use this time for introspection, grappling with the emotions stirred by the videos seen earlier. Our conversations shift towards lighter topics - favorite moments spent together, plans for future gatherings, or even just simple musings about everyday life beyond these walls.

As time passes, small fragments of laughter seep through the thin walls where Director's conversation lingers on outside our "reaction room." While we don't entirely understand their jokes, they provide a sense of normalcy in an otherwise grim atmosphere.

In these fleeting moments of levity,

We can't help but let out a collective chuckle ourselves. Despite the intensity of the conversations we've had, there's something endearing about seeing Director and Terror find amusement amidst the chaos.

In these fleeting moments of levity, we learn to appreciate the importance of camaraderie even when faced with grim situations. Humor serves as a powerful tool for coping - binding us together despite our differences and providing solace amidst the storm.

So here we stand, united by laughter -- albeit brief -- knowing that soon enough, it's back to the task at hand. But for now, we embrace these brief respites from reality, cherishing them as reminders that even in darkness, there exists glimmers of silver lining.

Swap steps forward, their voice brimming with eagerness, "Yes, "Director", we're ready to continue. Thank you for giving us time to process and reflect on our thoughts."

Though laughter still echoes faintly in the background, it doesn't dampen the determination etched across each of our faces. We understand that while humor serves as an essential coping mechanism, we must ultimately confront the serious issues at hand.

Together, we take a deep breath before resuming our discussions, knowing full well the challenges ahead. But also understanding that by supporting one another, we can face these obstacles head-on - united by our shared humanity despite the darkness encircling us.

At his command, we gather around the screen with bated breath. As it flickers to life, we're greeted by an image of Terror in a forest -- completely different from how we remember him.

As the video progresses, we watch in fascination as Terror navigates the wilderness with remarkable skill and resourcefulness. His eyes constantly scanning for potential threats, he methodically searches for materials to construct a makeshift shelter.

We observe him setting up traps for small game, skillfully crafting weapons from available resources, and even tending to cooking utensils made from crude materials. Despite the brutality we know him capable of, there's no denying the ingenuity and cunning displayed in his survival tactics.

Curiosity piqued, we exchange glances filled

With a mixture of admiration and wariness. Observing the lengths to which Terror has gone to ensure his own survival, we can't help but marvel at his adaptability.

As the video continues, we learn more about his ingenious methods for finding food and water - sometimes at the expense of others. We see him engaging in stealthy attacks on unsuspecting prey animals, making us recognize that despite our empathetic attempts to understand his struggles, there's still an innate darkness within him.

Despite this realization, however, we maintain our focus on examining his resourcefulness in these harsh conditions. From constructing makeshift tools to building a sturdy shelter capable of withstanding severe weather, Terror demonstrates an impressive level of expertise.

We find ourselves both fascinated by the sheer determination

We exchange glances, each of us recognizing that Terror's lack of concern towards his own injuries speaks volumes about his mental state.

As we watch him reattach his arm with a resolute expression on his face, we understand that this moment sheds light on the depths of his survival instincts. Despite the pain and bloodshed, he persists in his actions - driven by an unyielding determination to stay alive.

His indifference towards his injuries serves as a stark reminder of the ruthless nature that lies beneath his exterior. While we try to comprehend such callousness, we can't help but appreciate the life-saving skills he possesses.

In this instance, we see beyond the facade of harmlessness, catching a glimpse of the true spirit that resides within him.

As the video continues, we observe Terror's next course of action. The scene is brutal and unsettling, as he feeds the wolf with the person he had just killed.

We watch in horror, realizing that the severity of his actions goes beyond mere survival tactics. This act displays an alarming lack of empathy for human life - a trait that adds to the growing unease among us.

Our conversation comes to a standstill as we process this new layer of revelation about Terror's character. Despite our initial fascination with his adaptability and resourcefulness, we must now confront the harsh reality of his capability for violence and brutality towards others.

As the video progresses, we begin to notice subtle changes in Terror's appearance. The skeletal frame we once saw is replaced by a more human-like physique, adorned with numerous scars that speak volumes about his past experiences.

His most striking feature, however, lies around his left eye. A birthmark eerily resembling the infamous bear trap serves as an unsettling reminder of the origin behind his moniker. This detail only deepens our understanding of the man we see before us - a complex mixture of adaptability and brutality.

The transformation of his body adds another layer of intrigue to the narrative unfolding on screen. As we continue watching, we find ourselves increasingly captivated by the enigma that is Terror - his gruesome survival tactics coupled with his evolving human form

As the video unfolds, we catch a glimpse of another variant of Fell interacting with Terror in his monstrous form. This unexpected encounter piques our interest, as we're eager to see how their dynamic unfolds.

Watching them exchange words, we can sense a palpable tension between them. Their conversation reveals underlying tensions and rivalries that have likely existed for quite some time. The interaction also sheds light on the complex relationships among the different variants, further deepening the mystery that surrounds them.

With each passing moment, our fascination grows. We find ourselves immersed in this world of survival and intrigue, as we bear witness to the lives and interactions of these extraordinary individuals.

We continue to watch intently, hungry for more insights into their personalities, motivations, and

As the video continues, we're taken aback by Terror and the alternate variant of Fell suddenly bursting into laughter. The unexpected display of mirth creates a moment of levity amidst the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Their shared amusement seems to diffuse some of the tension between them, allowing us to catch a glimpse of a different aspect of their personalities. Despite their ruthless natures, they possess the capacity for humor and camaraderie - an observation that adds depth to our understanding of their complex personas.

We find ourselves both intrigued and perplexed by this stark contrast in their demeanors. It becomes increasingly clear that there's more to these characters than meets the eye, fueling our curiosity and desire to unravel the enigma that surrounds them.

With every passing

moment, our fascination grows. We find ourselves deeply engrossed in the lives of Terror and the alternate variant of Fell, as well as the other variants that make up this intriguing ensemble.

As we watch them navigate through various challenges and confrontations, we begin to see patterns emerge in their interactions and alliances. These dynamics reveal underlying loyalties and animosities that have likely been shaped by their shared experiences and unique circumstances.

Through these moments of levity and conflict, we start to piece together a more comprehensive picture of their identities and motivations. Each revelation serves to deepen our understanding of the complex emotions and drives that fuel their actions.

Despite their dark and brutal nature, we can't help but be drawn to their resilience and adaptability. They embody the