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

36. I'll just be hungry for another one

Nightmare wondered if Cross had forgotten the fact that he could feel emotions of other individuals.
His feelings were completely open and bare for Nightmare to read.
How defenseless.
It was so different from when he first found him in his empty world with that hypocrite creator.
But this was not the time to dwell in the past.
Nightmare's tentacles twitched as if responding to his thoughts.
Then it stretched itself to grab Cross's waist.
"What- Nightmare?"
Cross said with confusion.
Nightmare tapped his fingers on the table till the tentacles dragged Cross right next to where Nightmare sat.
Cross looked very bewildered at his actions.
Shouldn't he have realized it by now?
Nightmare picked his fork and spoon.
The next action he did made his other henchmen gasp in surprise.
He took a bite of the food with the tools he picked up.
The taste of boiled beef and vegetables covered in various spices filled his mouth.
This was something he had never experienced.
The meat was tender and silky enough to easily chew and swallow while the vegetables were soft and buttery but still retaining a flavor of their own.
Also, the fragrant aroma it gave seemed to make the experience more enjoyable for it had deepened the flavors.
When he opened his socket that he did not know he had closed, he saw Cross softly smiling at him.


Now that Ink wasn't in the castle of darkness, he could summon his brush.
And he had been so distracted that he hadn't summoned it till now.
Ink blinked his eye lights.
"Oh, broomie! I thought that I could never see you again!"
Ink cried out.
He had never been glad as much he was right now.
As Ink rubbed his face to the brush to make his happiness known, he realized he almost completely forgot what he was originally trying to do.
Well, at least he remembered it this time!
Ink quickly grabbed his supplies he needed.
Then he swang broomie on the ground, making a Ink puddle big enough for an average grown up man to jump in.
"Are you ready, broomie?"
Ink asked.
He nodded as if the giant brush he was holding answered his question.
"Ok! Here we go-"
Ink announced before leaping to the puddle he made.