"Do you think this would work? I know we tested it on normal dreamy bats, but we haven't actually done it with any nightmare entity, especially when we're using it on the most powerful nightmare there is."
Antasma's consciousness stirred, what was that? The voice was muffled and drowned like it was underwater, he could hear footsteps shifting around him as he vaguely felt himself laying on a flat table.
"It will work, we've been at this project for years, and the tests have proven to be fruitful, even if he is a powerful mutated nightmare entity, he is still biologically a dreamy bat."
The voices were more clear now, as well as his environment, he could hear a consistent beeping by his right and along with soft pumping by his left, where is he? He couldn't feel anything, his mind was clouded and hazy, and the bright lights peeked through his eyelids.
"Gah! Will you two shut up! I'm trying to install the bio-cords here! You know damn well how delicate this process is, and if I mess up because of your yammering I would dunk both of your heads into the toilet. Do you understand?"
A murmur of agreement came from the previous two voices, it seemed whoever this is, they're the one in charge here.
He slowly opened his eyes and fought the desire to sleep, he felt as if a anchor was tied to his eyelids, he doesn't know where he is or why his here, the last thing he remember is smoking pot with his buddies down in the Underwhere, enjoying the chill and the lingering death that surrounds them, then a bright white light engulfed him mid puff, completely blinding him and knocking him out.
Now he can't feel anything other than his own eyelids, which is slowly slipping from his clinging control.
His vision was hazy and muted with the bright light blinding him from above, however, he can just make out three figures bending over him, strangely they all seem to be Pi'illos, with the recognizable hoods that the people traditionally wear.
They didn't seem to notice his sluggish consciousness as they continued to bicker amongst themselves.
"I still wondered why we decided to join in the war effort, non of us likes space. Hell not even the Zeekeeper likes it."
…a war? There was a war? Space?...What is that?
"You know precisely why we're in this war, King Dreambert didn't have a choice, it was either to be annihilated or fight."
..wait…Dreambert is King now? What…how long has he been dead, nobody kept track of time down in the Underwhere, there was no need to when you're basically stuck in the same place for all eternity.
"Well…I still questioned why he decided to revive him, was there truly no alternative?"
…What…Dreambert ordered for his resuscitation?...After everything?...Or was there something more to this?...
"Guh. How many times do we have to go over this, those pesky soldiers kept destroying our supplies, trust me we would've gone with one if those motherf-...wait…his awake."
To Antasma's surprise, the Pi'illos simply went quiet, there was not a single squeak coming from them, no fear, nothing.
"Wow I didn't expect him to wake up this early…especially in the middle of the installment."
…Installment…?
"Oh well, pass me the injection, we can't have him screaming his head off while we operate."
Antasma watched as one of Pi'illos reached out and placed something pointy at his neck, he heard a click.
And he was gone.