Traveling into the mask is a difficult process to explain, let alone the feeling of being inside of a mask for the first time. It’s like being inside of a dream with every sense heightened from the mask, yet you don't feel fully there. The group appeared on a small piece of broken cement inside a dead wet terrain, like the destroyed buildings in the more dangerous side of town but with a couple inches of water where the desert sand would be. "That boy is a stronger tamer than I first thought..."
Chrysander said aloud, Archibald bending down and dipping a throwing knife into the water and pulling it back out. "The water here is an illusion but mimics the real thing quite well; it must be the overflow of energy he exerted from the dream." G grunts and looks around, noticing a small flash of light rhythmically glowing and fading near the horizon. "Whoever Rob put here seems to still be nearby take a look." The gang turns and sees the glow in the distance, slowly making their way through the water and debris. Massive monolith like structures appearing worse for wear compared to the previous ones form a circle around the source of light, a copy of the man-made moon hovering 5 stories above the ground flashing away and lounging on the crescent of it seemed to be Rob... But different.
"It’s about time you showed up!" The lookalike said as he turned his head to the group with a smirk. "I don't know how much longer I could bear hearing you bicker about your plans and precautions." The lookalike lowers his eyes into a half glare half confident smugness, eyeing them curiously. "It seems that someone here should introduce themselves instead of mocking a group of elders." Archibald said dryly. "All right, I'm the side of Rob he is so afraid of. Call me Red Rob, because when I'm awake everything goes red." He says, never losing his smirk. "You seem awfully smug for being the only one here..." Red Rob sits up and shrugs, opening one eye to them. "Company doesn't last long around me, and the atmosphere is pretty soothing when I'm alone. So you came to see that dream right?" He said as he slides off the satellite and floats to the ground below.
"Some of you more than others I see." A large grin on his face, as taunting as can be. "Yes, we are and if you wouldn't mind hurrying this along we are trying to do someth-" C says before being interrupted. "I'm quite aware of what you’re trying to do, and I'm sadly not able to comply." The grin seems to fade down to a smirk. "What do you mean?" C asks cautiously. "What i mean is no, I'm not going to give you what you want without something in return." Red Rob says, sticking his tongue out cheekily. "What is it you want then?" Chrysander says, taking a step forward.
"To be put simply, I want some entertainment. More specifically to see just how much you desire this information." Red Rob says as he raises his left paw, the mask glowing rhythmically as if it were breathing. Archibald glares at Red Rob, the taunt clearly affecting the mayor more than it should. "And how do you wish to see our desire? Hmm?!" Archibald growls lowly, more irritated with every word. "There is only one way you’re getting this info, best me in a fight. Heh I do hope you don't disappoint, Noah and C." Red Rob says as he puts the mask on. "If it’s a fight the runt wants, it’s a fight he'll get!" G yells as he pushes his way past the group towards Red Rob, take a pair of gauntlets out from his back pockets and putting them on.

"So the giant wants to go first..." Red rob says as he watches G walk towards him and raise a paw in the air to punch him, Red Rob barely dodges the punch and jumps several feet back. Red Rob crouches down and lifts the scythe up to his chest, charging at G at a rapid pace. G bangs his gauntlets together and gets into a grappling position, watching Red Rob until he suddenly vanishes in a cloud of dust. G quickly scans his surroundings to see if he can catch a glimpse of his opponent, but there was nothing until he felt the rush of metal against his chest. Red Rob slices up G's bandaged chest and gut with a flourish, not cutting him through but enough to immobilize him.
"You really didn't put up much of a fight, old man. Heh, now I we why it was so easy for those masked fools to beat you to a pu-" Red Robs words were cut short as G lands a blow into his face and stomach before disappearing into dust. "Hah yourself... Runt!" G wheezes as he holds his chest with one gauntlet before a large spray of blood from his back shoots over his head. Noah watches in horror at the fight as Archibald throws knives at Red Rob, Chrysander rushing in and pulling a bear mask out of the small bag on his back. Chrysander puts it on G and forces him to channel it while Archibald charges towards Red Rob, knives in hand. "G, stay with us here... Channel this mask and let it patch you up! It’s our turn now."
Chrysander says as he turns to see Archibald collapse to a spray of red too. "Grrr, you punk!" C rushes up and begins to heal Archibald as Chrysander strikes at Red Rob, who nimbly dodges the strikes of Chrysander's short blade but not so nimbly against the scimitar. Red Rob growls in pain as his arm is gashed, red blood trickling down the hilt of the scythe. "Ow, heh. You’re not too shabby old man, show me more." Red Rob says as his voice loses its previously snarky tone and turns more sinister. Archibald glares at Red Rob, watching as the blood drips to the ground. "With that wound I should be able to track him down if he separates." Chrysander says to himself as Noah rushes to G's side, giving him first aid as the mask slowed the bleeding.
"Noah... He's done playing around... You gotta hurry... And be ready for whatever... That runt has... Planned..." G wheezes as he clenches his fist. C drags Archibald over to G and pats his shoulder. "You two need to stop channeling the mask, he won't be able to kill you but he can make you pass out if he keeps this up." Noah looks over to Chrysander, a whirl of flashing steel and droplets of blood visible as they inch farther from the group. Clones of Red Rob appearing and disappearing in a pattern to try and make a hole in Chrysander's battle rhythm. "Strike two three, thrust two three, dodge two three." Noah thought to himself as he studied the battle pattern, the clones appearing wielding different weapons but all falling just the same.

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Sorry once again for the length between chapters, major lack of inspiration till i saw a music video that was themed for Sans, to the music of Echo by the vocaloids. Since then i've been able to find more inspiration to move with and am getting close to putting together another chapter. ^v^
characters: me,  noahpupper, kohre
 jolijacques is the maker of the thumbnail