PIT BABE: the dark nexus

Whispers of the past

WITH SONIC AND THE TRIO BESTIES

After University, Sonic went with the trio friends.
As they walked towards their home, Sonic couldn't shake off the unease gnawing at him. He glanced at Charlie, who seemed lost in his thoughts, and then turned to Way for reassurance.

"Yeah, Charlie's been having these weird dreams too," Way confirmed, giving Sonic a comforting smile.

Sonic nodded, relieved to know he wasn't alone in this strange experience. "I just can't shake the feeling that something is off," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Kim, always one to lighten the mood, chimed in with his usual banter. "Maybe we're all secretly superheroes and these dreams are our origin stories," he joked, earning a chuckle from the group.

Charlie, however, remained quiet, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His silence spoke volumes, and Sonic couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his friend's mind.

Arriving home, they settled in the living room, the air heavy with anticipation. Sonic fidgeted nervously, feeling the weight of the strange occurrences pressing down on him.

"So, um, what do we do now?" Sonic finally spoke up, breaking the tense silence that had settled over them.

Way leaned forward, his expression serious. "We need to figure out what's going on with these dreams," he said, his voice firm. "There has to be some kind of connection between all of us."

Kim nodded in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a sense of determination. "Yeah, we can't just ignore this," he said, his tone serious. "We need to get to the bottom of it."

Charlie, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up. "I've been doing some research on my own," he admitted, his voice low. "But I haven't found anything concrete yet."

Sonic felt a surge of gratitude towards his friends. Despite the strangeness of the situation, he knew he wasn't alone. Together, they would unravel the mystery behind their shared dreams.

WITH DEAN AND JEFF

As the day drew to a close, Jeff and Dean found themselves walking home from their respective classes.

Jeff had already shared the unsettling experience he had in class with Dean, but the memory of the strange whisper continued to linger in his mind, casting a shadow over their usual easy banter.

Dean glanced over at Jeff, concern etched into his features. "You're still thinking about what happened in class, aren't you?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Jeff nodded, a troubled expression clouding his features. "Yeah, it's just... it was so weird, Dean. I can't shake the feeling that there's something more to it," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Dean placed a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out, Phi. Whatever it is, we'll face it together," he said, his tone firm and resolute.

Jeff managed a small smile in return, grateful for his brother's unwavering support. "Thanks, Dean. I don't know what I'd do without you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

As they continued on their journey home, Jeff couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension gnawing at him. He knew they needed to get to the bottom of this strange occurrence, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were only scratching the surface of something much larger and more sinister.

WITH DEMON HUNTERS

The demon hunter boys gathered in their headquarters, their expressions tense as they prepared to discuss the memories they had gained from the ritual. Pete cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air.