When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

33. Is it just a longing of my heart?

When Ink woke up, the first thought that came to his head was that he was bored and had no one to bother.

Dream must have gone to work.

Ink stood up and pushed away the blanket that was on him.

He walked past the homely interior till he reached the exit.

Ink hesitated.

It might be a risky thing to go out on his current state.

But when did he have a normal conscience or cared about his own safety?

Just because he gained a soul did not mean he was going to change all the way down. Right?

He did not feel very sure.

So many things have changed that there were times where the control of his own situation was beyond him.

He gripped the door handle.

Then he pushed it open with force.

The sight of a million papers floating with warm bright colors greeted him.

Ink blinked and grinned.

It felt real.

He touched one of the papers gently.

It glowed as if it was aware of him.

He felt. (adoration,curiosity,familiarity)

Then Ink swiped the air with his hands.

The scenery of floating million papers turned into floating million islands.

He felt again.

But Ink wanted more.

He wanted someone.

Someone to share what he was feeling now.

A stupid thought came to him.

What if he went back?

But that would be making the effort that Dream made to rescue him useless.

What was the point of the rescue if he went back to where he was kidnapped anyway?

But Ink wanted a companion out of the one who knew and understood his sins like he did once upon a time.

Cross looked at the others eating their fill warmly.

He felt like he had a family again.

And that was all he had wanted.

Even if this one wasn't exactly, um.

You know, normal and sane.

But that applied for him too.

Maybe if he was ignorant of the truth, he could have been...

Cross shook his head.

It was no use thinking about what ifs.

He turned his attention to the others again.

"Wait, where's Nightmare?"

Cross murmured.

"He's probably doing paperwork or fuming about well, anything?"

Horror said with a shrug.

Then, Nightmare entered the room.

"Ohhh, speak of the devil!"

Killer cried out.

Nightmare growled at him.

"...He's in a bad mood then usual."

Dust whispered.

Nightmare walked past them till he arrived at his designated seat.

Cross watched as Nightmare sat down before getting the food he made on a new plate.

Then he placed it in front of Nightmare.

"I do not need to consume nutrients to stay alive."

Nightmare stated with a frown.

"I know. We have chocolate pie as desert today."

Cross responded to him.

He was right.

Nightmare did not need to eat to stay alive unlike the rest of them.

However, Cross wanted him to join them.

To be a part of this little makeshift family dinner.

Call him selfish, he knew that he was asking for a lot.

But well...

One can dream right?